03.Aug.13, 01:01 PM
More than a little pleased with the boy's respectful attitude, V'riy took a seat next to him. "Not at all, young man, not at all," the rider replied cordially, taking an immediate liking to him after the day's earlier events. So many of the weyrbrats were disrespectful and well-deserving of the 'brat' in the word. It was a pleasant surprise to run into one that behaved the way one ought to.
Morith, meanwhile, was swimming in lazy circles around the older blue. You look ridiculous, stop that and act your age, V'riy chastised. It wouldn't do for his dragon to behave in such a way in front of the Weyrlingmaster's blue.
With a mental grunt to his dragon, V'riy turned his head to face the boy next to him. "I'm afraid I don't know your name, though it seems you already know who we are. How did you manage to get a ride on J'di's Caymath?" he inquired curiously, smiling at the young boy to encourage conversation, not a trace of bronzerider arrogance present in his voice.