[G] [P] 742.07.10 | Proud Papa

Are you ready yet? The bronze huffed slightly in annoyance as S'far took his time getting his straps secured. "Almost, you don't have to be so antsy. The eggs aren't going anywhere." Urudith huffed again, waiting until he knew his rider was secure before launching himself off his ledge and blinking between to appear in the warm skies over Ista Weyr.

With a roar to announce his arrival he wheeled about to drop his rider off just outside of the Sands before flying off to go fetch a meal for Thallyath. Do you want me to wait for you to make your grand entrance or shall I just head in on my own? Go ahead, I won't be long. S'far nodded and strolled in, stopping to see if Casa was even there. He spotted her and gave a wave, moving into the stands as he made his way around to get closer. He wanted to make sure he gave the brooding gold as much room as possible unless explicitly told otherwise.

By the time he'd slowly made his way close enough to lean over the little half wall for a chat, Urudith had reappeared. The bronze stuck his head in cautiously, a freshly killed herd beast in his jaws. Thallyath? I brought you a meal. How are you doing? S'far couldn't help but smile in amusement at his old man. "So, Urudith is excited about the eggs. He wanted to come see them and offer his congratulations in person. How have you been? I know it's been a while since the incident. Hopefully no lingering effects." He himself still had the occasional tremor and headache since he'd eaten that damn muffin, but they'd been growing a bit more infrequent with time. Or at least he hoped so.