Giyath and Xeyonth flew over Ryslen for the last time, a pair that were watched on the ground by many people. The big coppery colored Xeyonth and his small shiny pink-white companion, and their attendant riders, had always attracted a certain amount of attention.

Giyath wasn't rising, but she sure shone like she was. Her hide always looked like it was glowing, glimmering in any light. Flurry dragons were like that - the only ones moreso were those beautiful gemstone or metallic looking ones.

I like it when you compliment me, Giyath bespoke her rider. Sharronn laughed - the sound whipped away by the wind.

You should tell Ian and Xeyonth that it's time to return to our home. You'll like it. We have so many different things to do there!

Giyath nosed up into the air, a chill wind carrying her wingsails full. Xeyonth followed her, a reflective shadow of white and copper.

I agree - it is time. Xeyonth told Ian. I have seen nothing but this Cherry Cream place, inside Caledrus, for the whole time I have been with you. Should we go now? We have said our good-byes. And we can always come back to Ryslen.

"Yes. Let's go. If you can," Ian said, "let's try ditching these blasted flitters on the way, too."

Oh, I doubt that will be happening, my friend. They love you. I do believe that Goldie intends to lay her eggs in your hair.

Ian shrieked as they headed through the Nexus, on their way home.