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24.Oct.16, 10:07 PM
Appearing out of between and into the bright spring sunshine, Xyreith bellowed a greeting to the watch dragon, pausing in flight to exchange further greetings when the beast questioned the appearance of a Weyrleader and his beast. Once the green and rider were assured that it was pleasure they were there for, Xyreith tilted his body and angled lazily for the Weyr lake, having been informed during their conversation that that was where he could find his quarry.
Atop his neck, R’nya sat through the dragon’s greeting silently, one hand pressed to Xyreith’s neck and his lips pursed in a line as he looked about with a vague sense of curiosity. He’d never been to the Weyr in question, and he and Xyreith had had to ask around to get a solid image of the Weyr’s landmarks so they could travel between safely. It was something he was going to add to the Wing practices when he returned; it simply wasn’t good not to have everyone knowing each of the various Weyr’s landmarks.
Is that them?
Looks to be, the bronze dragon returned mildly, angling towards the gold and her rider who appeared to be relaxing by the lake. Xyreith rumbled a greeting to Mizeath as he landed a polite distance away, landing tidily. R’nya waited until the bronze had tucked his wings back against his sides before unbuckling himself and sliding gracefully from his neck.
“Ameris!” The cheerful tone of R’nya’s voice broke the silence after the beat of Xyreith’s wings, and the bronzerider strode forward towards the young woman he’d shepherded back at Katila Weyr. He hadn’t seen her since they’d all gone their separate ways, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been on his mind at least occasionally. “How have you been, my dear?”
Jenn
Atop his neck, R’nya sat through the dragon’s greeting silently, one hand pressed to Xyreith’s neck and his lips pursed in a line as he looked about with a vague sense of curiosity. He’d never been to the Weyr in question, and he and Xyreith had had to ask around to get a solid image of the Weyr’s landmarks so they could travel between safely. It was something he was going to add to the Wing practices when he returned; it simply wasn’t good not to have everyone knowing each of the various Weyr’s landmarks.
Is that them?
“Ameris!” The cheerful tone of R’nya’s voice broke the silence after the beat of Xyreith’s wings, and the bronzerider strode forward towards the young woman he’d shepherded back at Katila Weyr. He hadn’t seen her since they’d all gone their separate ways, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been on his mind at least occasionally. “How have you been, my dear?”
Jenn
