Dirce needed to get out for a bit. She didn't know how, or where. She was aware of the fact that she wouldn't be able to go far because of the danger of felines, and she didn't want to go far in case her siblings needed her. But with the tension thick between her and a certain goldrider - unless it was just her imagination - and the cage she kept her emotions in crumbling now that she was settling at the Weyr... she needed a moment to try and breath and recollect herself. Fishing would mean too much solitude, too much time alone with the thoughts she was trying to escape. But if she saddled up a runner, took it for a fast ride around the yard and the edges of the Weyr... well, that should be enough to give her something to anchor her for a bit.
Inkspell hovering over her, crooning in concern, she headed to the stables. It had been so long since she'd been on one, but she knew it would be just like a dragon - you never forgot how to ride one. She spoke to a stablehand and smiled when they recommended a perfect stallion for her to take out, something that would meet her needs and give her a nice ride around. Had on his neck, she started to prepare him when she heard someone over her shoulder and looked up to see a candidate coming in, head tilted curiously. For a moment she contemplated ignoring the girl, but then she offered a little smile. No reason to be rude, even if her mood wasn't the most eager for company. Perhaps they were needing an escape as well? "Here for chores or pleasure?"