Wandering Spirit [Zen/Az]

[Alyx]

N'ris and Bronze Cinnoth

The black chill of Between vanished, giving way to the beautiful blue sky around them. They glided for a moment, N’ris’s temper still frayed and flaring in spite of the chill that still bit as his bones. Cinnoth cooed, dipping a wing to swing around as they dropped down toward land, the distinct shape of Mavros’s Bowl opened under them. It would take time, he was sure, to share the sense of betrayal and anger N’ris felt; Cinnoth would forget why they’d been sent away long before his rider would be able to shake the bitter flavor from his mouth.

As they dropped, a dragon bugled greeted them. Cinnoth answered, his sharp, bright voice ringing around the plateau. Watch dragon asked what our business is. ‘Well, let them know we need to talk to someone about a sharding transfer.’ Cinnoth cooed again, turning his head to peer at his rider as the man yanked his goggles off. I don’t think I should use that phrasing… N’ris sighed, reaching up to run a hand over his face and groaned. ‘I know, you’re right. I’m sorry.’ Cinnoth sent a rush of love toward his rider and then looked in the direction of the watching Watchdragon.

We need to speak to someone about a transfer from Igen to here if it is possible. Is the Weyrleader or Weyrwoman available? ‘Leader preferred, I don’t want to start off on a bad step here.’ Cinnoth bobbed his head. My rider prefers Weyrleader if he is open to speaking with us. ‘Thank you Cinnoth.’ There was a moment, then – They are going to see if the Weyrleader can speak to us. And that we can wait here. ‘Excellent.’

N’ris pulled at the straps, freeing himself to drop off the frosted Bronze’s back. The packs were more annoying than anything else, getting in the way as the Bronzerider dropped to the ground next to his dragon. He rooted around in the packs as they waited, pulling the transfer hides he didn’t want to be dealing with from within. He pulled the helm off, glancing around the plateau and the parts of the Weyr he could see. So this was Mavros, hm? In the distance, he could see dragons training – looked like younger ones, probably weyrlings.

Are we staying? Cinnoth sounded uncertain, and N’ris shifted to slap a hand against his Bronze’s shoulder. ‘If they’ll have us, Cinn. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.’

(Can I borrow you Zen to make this wanderer's arrival official?)

[Zen]

A'zael :: Bronze Fath

The Wing’s drills for the day were over. They had gone about as he had expected. It had been perhaps a bit unfair to throw the Spring Storms graduates back in time so soon after they’d joined the Wings, to a Threadfree time where they wouldn’t be able to practice properly, and, then expect them to come back and get back into it right away. But, there had been more drills initially to help make up for it. After all, now that they were back they would be expected to fight come Fall, despite their long absence and being a bit out of practice. A’zael had worried that it might be cause for more injury, or worse, when the next Fall came, but nothing too terrible had happened, and thankfully it had been a short Fall. He hadn’t let up on the drills after anyway, determined to be safe rather than sorry.

Tomorrow would be another Flight drill, more practice rotating the Wings wouldn’t hurt, particularly now. But for now, he was removing Fath’s riding straps to let the bronze go sun with his favorite gold for a bit. Hurryhurry, Mine. Danovelith isn’t going anywhere, Fath. The bronze made a low sort of groaning noise in response and A’zael laughed, You’re smitten. Fath tilted his head at him, eyes whirling, torn between his impatience and his curiosity, Whatissmitten? Doesittastegood? A’zael laughed again, You tell me. Confusion flooded the bronze and A’zael had mercy on him, Don’t worry about it, pal. He finished removing the straps and Fath shook himself like a giant canine, apparently satisfied to leave the confusing subject behind them. CanI-

Fath’s turned his head suddenly, whirling gaze staring out of their weyr, Someoneishere, Mine. Wantstoseeyou. Transfer. A’zael was rather surprised to get so much information out of him. A transfer? He patted the bronze’s leg, “Well, looks like I’ll need a ride to see our guests then buddy.” Fath groaned again, ButMiiinnnneeee…. “It won’t take long, then you can go see her. Promise,” he replied, pulling himself up onto Fath’s back. His own riding gear had yet to be removed, but it seemed it would have to wait. Well, he could make this transfer wait on him, but he’d rather not. Any rider transferring in to Mavros deserved prompt attention before they thought better of it and went somewhere else. It was a further surprise to see a strange bronze waiting for them. First Lo’qui and his massive beast and now another bronzerider? Must be nice for the other Weyrs to have so many bronzes to spare, he thought with some amount of bitterness. He shook his head to clear the thought as they landed near the other bronze pair, sliding down Fath’s side and giving his leg another pat, You can go now. Fath didn’t wait to be told twice, sparing not even another glance at the new bronze before he was away to find Danovelith.

A’zael shook his head again, this time in amusement, before turning to attention to the man and dragon and making his way closer, an easy smile on his face, “Hello there! I’m A’zael, Weyrleader here at Mavros. I was told something about a transfer? Who do I have the pleasure to welcome to my Weyr?”

Alyx

[Alyx]

N'ris and Bronze Cinnoth

Well, at least he didn’t have to wait very long, the man mused as the strange Bronze appeared took to the air across the Plateau. N’ris shaded his eyes, watching to make sure he wasn’t getting ahead of himself as the stranger winged toward them. It was a pretty straight shot to them though, the man dropping off the dragon’s shoulders just a moment before the beast was back in the air and winging away.

N’ris watched the Bronze soar away for a moment before he looked back to the man as he spoke. Cinnoth dipped his head, not seeming to take any offense at the other Dragon’s silent arrival and departure, his attention on his rider and the man greeting them. Seems nice? ‘Everyone seems nice to you, Cinn.’ But you couldn't blame the dragon for being a little hopeful.

He did seem fairly relaxed, at least in N’ris’s eyes, for a Weyrleader? For one, he smiled – and N’ris really wasn’t used to being greeted by anyone with a smile, or the capacity to smile, for that matter. He seemed young, but not at all uneasy with his rank; N’ris nodded quickly at the greeting, stepping away from Cinnoth’s shoulder to greet the man in return.

“Aye, that you did. N’ris and Bronze Cinnoth, formerly of Igen, if you’ll have us.” He tried not to sound too eager or too tired – he was sorely tired of moving every few turns. “It is a pleasure to meet you, A’zael. I hope our sudden arrival didn’t distract you from anything important?”

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