T'rell strides in, his manner hurried. He strips off his gloves, tossing them onto the cabinets of riding gear, and unshoulders his jacket. "Vaelyth's rising," he announces unceremoniously to Kaeryn. A glance at Brencia gives him pause. "She should take a nap."

Kaeryn glances up from her work and gives T'rell a nod before scooping their daughter into her arms and carrying the toddler off to her bed. "She's tired anyway, so she'll drift right off," the harper murmurs in a gentle voice.

"Good." His voice is soft, his tone farther away.

Brencia does, indeed, drift off to sleep the moment her mother settles her in the crib and pulls the blanket up over her, the toddler's little fingers curling around the tip of the covering and pulling it close.

Kaeryn pushes her fingers through her hair, brushing it up away from her face, "Vaelyth." The dragon's name is repeated, if for no reason but to commit the dragon's name to memory, the harper well aware that this flight is for leadership. Her hands clasp and unclasp at her waist, waiting and watching.

T'rell moves to the window and throws open the shutters; the late sunlight slants in. Leaning against the frame, his eyes unfocus, viewing a different scene from a different perspective.

Kaeryn takes a deep breath and moves toward the center of the room, only pausing long enough to pull the curtain separating Brencia's crib from the rest of the room. Better to be safe...

T'rell's physical balance is misled by his draconic viewpoint, and he sways on his feet by the window. He closes his eyes, surrendering to the mindlink, then opens them again, turning to grope with human sight and hands for the safer locale of the couch. He sinks into the cushions, smiling as he relaxes into the sensation of flight.

Kaeryn closes her eyes for a quick moment, thankful, for once, that she doesn't share the link that T'rell does. Experiencing it on her own is plenty enough for this harper, even after all these turns of life at the weyr. As T'rell moves toward the couch, she joins him, her hand lightly touching him so he knows she's there, then pulling it away, leaving him to concentrate on Sejith.

At Kaeryn's touch, T'rell slowly opens his eyes, fingers retrieving the retreating hand to hold it close. The woman beside him mingles with the gold dragon that Sejith seeks, and kissing her fingers, he closes his eyes again and whispers her name.

Kaeryn's fingers curl around T'rell's, just being there and experiencing the moment through him, carefully sitting still, quiet, just being there.

T'rell breathes deeply, his lungs feeling the chill air of the evening heights. He squeezes Kaeryn's hand as Sejith banks and wheels high above them, exulting in her presence as much as in the flight itself.

Kaeryn's head cocks to the side, listening for the flight above them, eyes slipping closed, a shiver shifting through her body, which she tosses away with a shake of her head.

Calloused fingers follow the smooth skin of Kaeryn's hand up her arm, gently and yet not so gently guiding her closer to him. Sliding fingers through shimmering golden hair, he captures his queen even as Sejith loses his; but really, it's all a wash, and T'rell's eyes open, smiling into Kaeryn's.

Kaeryn's gaze meets T'rell's and she smiles, leaning in towards him as he urges her forward. "Guess this means you're not our new weyrleader," she whispers very softly, reaching up to brush the tips of her fingers across his cheek.

T'rell shakes his head, the intensity of passion forestalling such complexities as speech. Catching Kaeryn's shoulders, he sinks into the cushions and draws her into his embrace.

Kaeryn laughs lightly as she's pulled into T'rell's embrace, giving in to the fight she learned to fight so many turns ago, knowing it's no longer a necessity for her.

The last rays of sunset fade; with no glows turned, the cavern fades into shadowed depths.

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