Post by Taxx on Dec 2, 2018 20:16:55 GMT -5
Zi'lor's first thought was one that surprised him, as the two emerged from between: he'd never visited another weyr before. Oh, sure, he'd dropped into several Holds many times, usually the ones that looked to Benden for protection, but even those were fleeting; a night here and there, a warm mug of klah happily accepted and a visit of a few hours to unwind after a grueling Fall- but this was the only other Weyr he'd been to. Strange.
Asriath! the brown beneath him answered in response to the green watchdragon's challenge. Of Zi'lor, of Benden Weyr. We come with Candidates. Speaking of which- the rider glanced over his shoulder at the four faces that looked back at him; the youngest of them, his own daughter Rikia, had her hands hooked into his belt and looked a little nervous as they hovered. He gave one of her hands a squeeze in assurance, and then Asriath told him that they were clear to land. They have told the weyrleader we are here. Do we stay?
Of course. I want to make sure Arci and Rikia are comfortable. This is a big change for them.
Truly, the brown answered as he settled to land, looking toward the other dragons lazing on the cliff with interest. Zi'lor let himself down and then motioned for the Candidates to dismount, helping each down from the brown's back and steadying them until they found their balance again. Arci was the first to thank Asriath for transporting them, her words echoed by the other three, and it was only a moment later that Zi'lor noticed the bronze and his rider headed for them; tapping his daughters on their shoulders, he motioned to the dragon and rider, as the bronze landed and the man slid to the ground.
"Good afternoon!" Zi'lor greeted once the man was close enough that he didn't have to yell. "Zi'lor, Asriath, and a few Candidates to add to your ranks. You are the Weyrleader, yes? A'zael, was it?"
Asriath! the brown beneath him answered in response to the green watchdragon's challenge. Of Zi'lor, of Benden Weyr. We come with Candidates. Speaking of which- the rider glanced over his shoulder at the four faces that looked back at him; the youngest of them, his own daughter Rikia, had her hands hooked into his belt and looked a little nervous as they hovered. He gave one of her hands a squeeze in assurance, and then Asriath told him that they were clear to land. They have told the weyrleader we are here. Do we stay?
Of course. I want to make sure Arci and Rikia are comfortable. This is a big change for them.
Truly, the brown answered as he settled to land, looking toward the other dragons lazing on the cliff with interest. Zi'lor let himself down and then motioned for the Candidates to dismount, helping each down from the brown's back and steadying them until they found their balance again. Arci was the first to thank Asriath for transporting them, her words echoed by the other three, and it was only a moment later that Zi'lor noticed the bronze and his rider headed for them; tapping his daughters on their shoulders, he motioned to the dragon and rider, as the bronze landed and the man slid to the ground.
"Good afternoon!" Zi'lor greeted once the man was close enough that he didn't have to yell. "Zi'lor, Asriath, and a few Candidates to add to your ranks. You are the Weyrleader, yes? A'zael, was it?"