14.Dec.19, 08:16 PM
Skorzanth back winged as he settled on the ledge and glanced around,
"Dunno," the man answered knowing full well Skorzanth hadn't expected one, "Maybe he didn't want to listen to you drone on and on about yourself." Skorzanth huffed out a breath and N'vian slid down, removing his goggles and flight hat. He dragged a hand through his short hair and tied his hat along with the goggles to his riding straps.
"I'll be back," he told the bronze as he moved towards K'tir's weyr. He knocked before entering and he didn't wait for an answer before he was shoving his way into K'tir's weyr. "K'tir......" N'vian's called out greeting trailed off as he took in the scene before him. What in the actual fuck was going on? That was not K'tir and what the hell were the glasses for? He did have to admit, as a slow smile grew on his lips, that the sight was rather delightful. "And you are not K'tir," he drawled, "Far too pretty to be a crusty ol' brownrider but I'm a bit confused as to why you are here."