In quite an obvious contrast to her usual nocturnal meanderings, it was bright daylight — quite in fact the middle of the day — when the too-bright mustard-and-ivory queen launched herself to the feeding grounds accompanied by the bronzes Kinseth, Kapalith, Ittiseith, Halinith, and Zzqalekhth, as well as the browns, Meluth and Faraeth. After an internal battle between queen and rider where Miraneith tried to eat a wherry and succeeded in consuming a gobbet of flesh from a herdbeast before finally blooding, the young and inexperienced gold took to the skies above the Istan ocean, trying to use the reflection of the sun to blind her pursuit as she skimmed low over the waves before finally streaking abruptly upward on an arrow-straight path towards the sun.
It was cunning that captured her; the wit and intelligence of Ittiseith who launched himself at a horizontal path to intercept the gold, capturing her for himself even as his rider S'gam had Enka for his own. And now, with Ellamariseth on the sands already, it seems that the weyrling barracks will soon be overflowing with two clutches in short succession.
