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Soap's head whipped up and towards the window when he heard his brown dragon Mirilnith bugle a challenge. 

*Miril?* He thinks to his dragon

*Parith is flying.* The brown responds.

Soap snorts before setting his klah into the dishes trundle and rushing into the hallway. Picking up into a run he heads down the weyr until he reaches a cluster of men and women gathered around Parith’s rider, he pushes into the group and gets a hand around the riders shoulder. 

“Parith is flying? Why are you out here she had to have warned you? Everyone not a rider or known partner back to your business” Soap spreads a hand towards the group and starts leading the rider towards the weyr rooms.

"She said probably tomorrow, I didnt expect right now!" The rider winces while looking up at Soap with fever bright eyes.

Most of the group dispersed except two blue riders and another brown rider from a different wing. They followed the two into a hallway holding the rider up and keeping them walking.

Mirilnith’s rumbling joy, lust, and laughter starts to fill Soap as he gives chase to the little green as she flits between him and a blue nipping their wings and tails. He tucks to drop on her as she passes under him to tease him again to give her a start, then snaps them open again to continue the chase, not done with the game yet.