I do hope you do not expect me to come down there, Sir? Xyreith grumbled, and R’nya could hear the echo of disgust in his mind voice. The bronze was not big on socialising, and was even less inclined to actually talk to whomever he was around. It had taken quite a while before the bronze would talk properly to Aradissicath, and they’d been mated for turns! R’nya hid a smile behind his hand as he watched the bronze dragon circle lower and join them, as did the gold. Of course not, R’nya soothed, getting a grumpy harrumph in reply, though he could tell Xyreith was mollified.
“It is quite the popular spot this evening,” R’nya murmured, nodding a greeting with the bronzerider that was soon striding towards them. “An’tell,” R’nya greeted, “have a seat, if you wish.” After all, if the Weyrleader was prepared to sit around on the ground with a goldrider, why not be joined by another bronze? R’nya hid another smile behind a careful movement of his hands. It reminded him of the time he’d had his Wing do trust strengthening exercises by playing Wherry-Wherry-Dragon. The good times, R’nya thought to Xyreith, who rumbled in amusement where he was curled up with Aradissicath. Perhaps it isn’t wise to look so eccentric when you run a Weyr though, Sir. R’nya coughed to cover a laugh.