Illiana sighed quietly as she wandered down one of the passages leading to the Weyrbowl. She hadn’t been able to find anything to do, and Dyamoth had finally suggested flying for a bit. The Weyrwoman had agreed wholeheartedly and had instantly headed for the Weyrbowl where her Gold would meet her. As Illiana emerged from the passage way, she caught sight of a very familiar face. D’von. The man was a womanizer, but he had yet to try and seduce Illiana, a challenge he would probably enjoy. She glanced up at the sky, and seeing no Dyamoth, the Goldrider decided to approach the Brownrider. “Hello, D’von. Having a good day so far?” Her smile was bright and welcoming, but beneath it, the young woman wondered if the lusty Brownrider would try anything. Before D’von had a chance to respond, Dyamoth landed in the Weyrbowl and made her way towards the trio. Greetings, Woeith. How are you and Yours? The Gold crooned to the Brown as she came to a stop. He is a handsome creature, Mine. Dyamoth privately told her rider. Illiana’s expression remained the same, but it was hard not to laugh. You do know that in order for Akum to survive, you must mate with a Bronze, Dya. Yes, but he is still handsome.