25.Oct.20, 12:40 PM
Wearing a wide grin, Alekse called out to the pair as he approached. “My good man, It’s great to finally meet you!” He stretched his arm out for a handshake but used the hand to pull him in for a hug instead, slapping his back. “I have heard so much about you!” He released the blue rider and gave him a bit of a wink. “All good, I promise.”
He’d had the privilege of riding adragonback exactly twice in his lifetime, to and from Ista Island, and it had been a small green weyrling pair, the dragon just large enough to carry a passenger and both just through enough training to go between without a fuss. Edath was massive by comparison and he knew blues were some of the smaller dragons. He gave a low whistle as he studied the creature, offering a hand for scratches like Aederyn had mentioned he liked in her letters.
“You’re the pair that Searched her, right?” A flicker of panic crossed the rider’s face and Alekse quickly continued. Knowing that some folk weren’t fond of their friends and family being spirited off to the Weyrs out of nowhere, he had a pretty good idea of why R’dal might be nervous, given the circumstances that prompted his sister to run off in the first place. “Any dragon would be lucky to have her.” He beamed at the redhead, who punched him lightly in the arm in response, before ducking around the other side of the blue to retrieve a small bundle from the riding straps. “She is missed on the traces…one of the best distance runners by far, but I think that determination will serve the Weyr even better.”
“Now. I don’t know what I can do for you Edath,” he nodded to the blue before turning back to R’dal. “But I’d like to buy you a drink as thanks. I owe you one!” He offered his elbow to Aederyn and jerked his head toward the booths, smiling in mild surprise when his sister took R’dal by the arm instead, and the little group started toward the square.
He’d had the privilege of riding adragonback exactly twice in his lifetime, to and from Ista Island, and it had been a small green weyrling pair, the dragon just large enough to carry a passenger and both just through enough training to go between without a fuss. Edath was massive by comparison and he knew blues were some of the smaller dragons. He gave a low whistle as he studied the creature, offering a hand for scratches like Aederyn had mentioned he liked in her letters.
“You’re the pair that Searched her, right?” A flicker of panic crossed the rider’s face and Alekse quickly continued. Knowing that some folk weren’t fond of their friends and family being spirited off to the Weyrs out of nowhere, he had a pretty good idea of why R’dal might be nervous, given the circumstances that prompted his sister to run off in the first place. “Any dragon would be lucky to have her.” He beamed at the redhead, who punched him lightly in the arm in response, before ducking around the other side of the blue to retrieve a small bundle from the riding straps. “She is missed on the traces…one of the best distance runners by far, but I think that determination will serve the Weyr even better.”
“Now. I don’t know what I can do for you Edath,” he nodded to the blue before turning back to R’dal. “But I’d like to buy you a drink as thanks. I owe you one!” He offered his elbow to Aederyn and jerked his head toward the booths, smiling in mild surprise when his sister took R’dal by the arm instead, and the little group started toward the square.