Between Weyrs (open)

[Spirithawk]

Christae was puzzled by his anger and fear about his dragon getting leaned on. "S'en, you do know that a Queen's leaning does not harm a dragon right? We only use it to get the truth out of a dragon, or to calm that dragon when its rider or it is injured."

The Weyrwoman smiled at Ragule. "I think that's a good idea. I'm certain they would not harm a dragon, but it doesn't hurt to help. I have some salves that would help reduce any scarring he might have."

At the mention of the chain of word, she smiled Dark Moon. was definitely known for being rather unorthodox. "You came to the right place. I will bring your transfer papers myself." There was a steel glint behind the caring in the woman's brown eyes that didn't bode well for the other weyrleaders.

I would like a chat with their Queen. She is obviously slacking if she allows something like that to happen. The dragon's tone echoed the glint in her rider's eyes. The words were spoken to both Christae and Folth. She wanted the brown to know that this matter was of importance to them, and would be dealt with. There wasn't much she could do about punishing the bronze, but their reigning metallics would get an earful from Dark Moon's large Queen.

Christae led the way out of the infirmary to check on the dragon. The drudge arrived with food at the same time that the trio was walking out, so he tagged along, offering some rolls, and cuts of cold meat to the injured rider and healer first at the gesture of the Queenrider.

[seneth]

S’en and Folth

Ragule, The brown inputted, the tension loosening in his shoulders, his tail flicking out at his side. Your coming out…

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Admin's Note:[/hr][/color] He prompted hopefully, his long neck stretching curiously in the direction of the infirmary. If he could he would’ve tried to look in on them all. But knowing S’en wouldn’t approve, he settled back onto his haunches. His once orange eyes, whirling a calmer greenblue.

Blinking S’en looked to the doorway, a whisper of a smile appearing on his lips. You remember a name already…

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Admin's Note:[/hr][/I] He asked brushing aside his fringe. I listen. He helped. Nodding S’en looked to the Healer and then down to his lap. It was all a bit daunting. The attack, the nightmares…shards, it was like the nightmares had never ended. Until now… He thought softly, his voice like whisper in his mind. You don’t have to think so quietly. Its good to think good thoughts. It doesn’t change anything. The brown rumbled logically.

Turning to the Weyrwoman he hesitated before shaking his head. His eyes darting to the Healer and back as he wondered if it was a trick question. “I…I once believed that…but he, that…man, he said a lot of things.” He said softly his expression troubled. “So they wouldn’t harm…” Looking to the entrance he grimaced, What other lies have I been told… “Sorry if I offended you or your Queen, Weyrwoman…” He said weakly, ashamed that he’d been lead to believe such things.

Looking up to the Healer at his touch, S’en nodded, his expression distant but relieved. “Thank you Healer Ragule…” He said softly, inwardly glad that’d he hadn’t flinched or recoiled. At an approving croon from outside, he smiled before turning to Christae. Her sudden acceptance catching him off guard. Say something. Coming to his senses S’en found his way to his feet. “I…uh, thank you…thank you Weyrwoman…” S’en breathed, offering a shallow bow. His mind too distracted to see the glint in her eye or hear the conversation between Folth and the Queen.

I know he wishes no more trouble…I did attack first, Folth admitted to the Queen, his eyes watching the approach of the small group.

At the offer of food, it wasn’t until he smelt the tempting aromas that he noticed how hungry he was. But at the sight of Folth he shook his head and indicated the healer should be served. You should eat. A stern voice instructed. I can’t until I know your okay… S’en protested, trying to avoid the flicker of yellow in Folth’s eyes. I’m not the injured one, you need to eat… The brown rumbled. Trying to outstare the dragon, S’en grimaced before eventually sighing. Fine…but as soon as you are checked over, YOU will eat. The man replied stubbornly, taking a roll. As S’en slowly chewed his first bite, Folth offered an accepting snort before relaxing.

[seneth]

Candidate Bicran

Shielding pale blue eyes from the rising sun, a lone rider drew his runner to a halt. Its protesting steps handled easily under a firm hand, as the man focused on the trail before him. More trees, tall and thick, and then the path. Following its ascent as far as he could, the man drew his scarf to further cover his tanned face. “Not far…” He murmured, offering the odd runner beast a soft thump. His hands shifting the pack he carried, before glancing down at the pouch at his front. Still asleep… The man thought, his shoulders slumping in a relieved sigh. He’s warm enough too.. He added before nudging the runner onwards and upwards. One last trail…

The winding path went on, and on…and on. Each time he thought they’d reached the top, another twist or corner emerged. His thoughts wondering to those he knew, and how he wished the Weyr could be on some flat lowland or hill at least. Like those in Keroon… He thought, drawing his mind to the beast he rode. The creature was fine enough, its shape and manner different to those he’d known. Its easy step and interesting markings, a sign of good breeding. Built fer Southern, not Northern… He noted with a sigh, the man typically enjoying the experience of riding a new runner to the stunning scenery around him. Wish I coulds…

Suddenly the runner stopped tossing its head and dancing in protest. “Easy ther,” The mans muffled voice called out, managing to coax the long legged beast slowly forward. His mind too focused on the bundle stirring in the pouch and the tense runner, to notice they were creeping into the Weyr Bowl one slow step at a time.
After a little while the man started to shuffled uncomfortably in the heat. As broad hands forced up thick sleeves to his elbows, before pulling off his hat exposing his shock of pale blonde hair. Suddenly at a snort and a rumble the runner was off again. Tossing its head, dancing and bucking like some odd gather dance. With a concentrating frown he turned the beast round, his hand gentle but firm. “Hush now little one…” He crooned after yanking down the scarf that covered his mouth. His tall form dismounting with ease, as he moved to calm the simple minded creature. A lot like me in some ways. The man smiled, his hand easily catching the small form that attempted to escape the pouch at his front. “No y’don’t…” The young man chuckled, tucking the canine back in. It was only then he realised what the rumble had been.

With a muttered oath he yanked off his scarf and carefully set it over the runners eyes. His soothing murmurs enough to coax the beast to accept the sudden darkness. Eying the beast he carefully led him forward, his eyes looking up and then…It can’t be… The man grinned as he took one look at the brown. “Folth is tha’ you?” He thought aloud, as he lead the runner in a wide circle round the dragon. “Thought I told yeh not t’scare m’beasts…” He teased, as the dragon turned and crooned in recognition. It was then he finally spotted a curious but pitiful face appearing form a nearby entrance.

Ignoring the people with him the blonde haired man charged up with runner in tow, and settled his arm carefully over S’en’s shoulders. “You look a mess m’friend,” He whispered, grinning as the too skinny man tensed. As wide tired eyes turned in his direction, he sighed at the mans wince and sad expression. “It’s me…I couldn’t see yeh when y’left, shardin’ T’les...” He explained hurriedly, releasing S’en as he misunderstood his wince. “I neve’ believed wha’ theys said…shells, wha’ did they do t’you?” The young man growled laying a hand on S’en’s arm. The touch was familiar as he kept his tall form close as if to guard the sickly looking brown rider.

Whilst he was speaking the young canine made another bid for freedom. His black and white form giving a small stretch and a careful shake, as he wielded a splinted foreleg. Careful so not to get scolded again it trundled up to the two people, his mouth open in a puppish pant as he sniffed and eyed them. The runner in the meantime gave an unhappy snort.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule accepted a roll from the platter that was passed before him, despite how he'd already eaten breakfast that morning. Munching on it idly, he walked around the dragon, glad that the morning had warmed enough that his knee was working again. His critical eye wandered over the dragon's form as he walked the circuit, completely missing the arrival of a runner and rider for his concentration.

"Well." He started, with a sigh. "Not the best looking heap of dragon I've ever seen, so far as health goes. But on the contrary, he's also not hurt. I think he just needs rest, calm, minimal stress, and plenty to eat." Ragule came back over to where Christae was standing, and shrugged as he popped the last of the roll in his mouth. "I suggest letting him eat at least once from the pens, before making him go hunt, ma'am." He suggested.

It was about then that the other lad got Ragule's attention, and a scowl crossed his features. "Now see here! Get off of him, you. Can't you tell he's hurt? You're not helping any." Ragule stepped over, and seized the newcomer by an arm to pull him away. "That's no way to treat any patient of mine!"

[Spirithawk]

The great Queen launched herself from her ledge, flying to the herdpens. She selected a nice fat wherry buck and neatly snapped its neck. She lifted it up, her powerful wings having no problem carrying the carcass. It was dropped a few feet away from the group of people.

You may have attacked first, but your rider was in danger. There will be no more trouble for S'en. I will merely have a word or two with their Queen as my rider will have words with the Weyrleaders. Eat. I will not have my dragons starving, she told Folth simply.

"I guess that answers any arguments we might have had about his eating. S'en you need to eat too. You'll need your strength to fight infection." She nodded at Ragule's words, but went to the dragon anyway, passing her hand over his scarred hide to feel for any heat that might indicate an underlying infection. "You have not offended me S'en. What offends me is that a rider who should be caring for his or her riders would put them in such a position. It is a dreadful abuse of power that no Queen or her rider should ever do. As if a Queen would hurt one of her own! But enough of that. Let's get you and Folth on the road to recovery. I have some salves that Rhia made to help with scarring. It will also make his hide more supple and less likely to crack Between. We use it on some of the weyrlings who missed spots when their dragons are growing. I'll get some when we go back in and give it to you S'en."

She was just about to fuss at S'en to eat more when a strange lad came up and flung himself on the dragon and then the rider. "The healer is right. Who are you and why are you here?" She stepped forward, straightening her spine from bending to check the dragon unconsciously. She had an air of command about her that came with her status.

When she saw the injured pup wiggling out from the boy's packs, she grew even more suspicious and angrier. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded. She picked up the canine, carefully examining the splint. "If you did this, you will have to answer for it."

Send for Rhia.

She is with the Weyrlings

Injured animal and we need her healing salve for a dragon.

She comes.

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Sure enough, a rider came loping quickly from the direction of the far end of the Weyr Bowl. Sweat beaded on her tanned brow, and a few of her auburn curls had escaped the confines of the runnertail. She brushed them back and bowed, looking at the pitiful dragon and rider to the canine in her friend's hands to the Healer and the strange lad.

"You called for me Weyrwoman?" There was a bag in her hand, very similar to the Healer's bag that Ragule would have been carrying. "That leg needs to be splinted better than that if he is to walk again." She said, gesturing to the pup. Runner's legs are a little different to splint."

[seneth]

((Here's a quick drawing, fresh off the tablet, of Soot the young canine. :3))

S'en and Folth


Delicately picking on the roll S’en eyed his dragon and the healers circuit. You would say if anything troubled you…I did say you should eat… With a soft croon the brown turned to look at his rider. I would and you did…I didn’t want to leave you… Folth’s soothing voice replied. Catching the stubborn edge, S’en knew better than to apologise. Thank you… He thought finally, before turning to Ragule to hear his diagnoses.

The healer’s sigh instantly put him on edge, as he looked to the man and the Weyrwoman. To think he’d put his brown through this…he, thought rubbing his brow in shame. Folth I’m… I think I’m going to like resting here… The brown interrupted with an amused rumble. His whirling eyes following the Queen before focussing in on the still warm carcass. Thank you… Folth rumbled gratefully, before starting on the Wherry. Only looking away at the approach of a familiar face.

As Folth started to eat, S‘en silently started back on his roll. His eyes looking to Christae as she spoke. The scars troubled him, but for Folth’s sake he quickly suppressed his worries. It was his turn to protect and do what he could to make sure the brown rested and ate well. Suddenly as an arm was thrown over his shoulders, he couldn’t help but wince, his whole form tensing. Biting back an oath, he froze his eyes wide as he recognised the voice. No it couldn’t be him, why was he here…what would he say. He thought, totally lost for words as he shivered at the man’s touch. I…I should say something… S’en thought weakly, his eyes watching the Keronian. “Bi…cran…”

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Bicran



Why didn’t the man speak? They were still friends, closer than friends at one point, but that didn’t matter now. He thought with a worried cast to his eyes. Didn’t S’en believe him? Wasn’t the fact he was here enough…

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Admin's Note:[/hr] Suddenly at the raised voice and the constricting hands, he bit off a growl before whirling round. Confused and hurt, and distressed in seeing S’en like this he squared up to the large man. “Mind yeh busi-ness,” He slurred harshly in the accents of Keroon. “I wouldn’t hurts him…I never would, who are yew t’thinks such things.” The young man rumbled as he shook off the man‘s hand with a rough jolt.

When the woman joined the well spoken man, Bicran stiffened forcing himself to relax his clenched fists. She reminded him of his mother when she stood like that. Deciding he shouldn’t chance it, he offered a protesting stomp as he moderated his tone. “I’m heres t’see S’en…” He said stiffly, his proud form tense, still guarding. Suddenly as she picked up the young canine and accused HIM, of all people he growled a low oath. “You say I…Bicran, would hurts a beast…” He asked the woman, his words slow, almost dangerous, despite the hurt light to his pale blue eyes.

At the reassuring hand on his own arm he turned back to S’en. The man knew well enough to distract him. Especially as another strutted along then throwing out more insults. Clenching his jaw, he caught S’en’s brown gold eyes and forced out a long sigh. He knew that look, they’d speak later. With that he offered the runner a reassuring nose rub before turning to the odd group. “I saved him…” He said slowly, smoothing out his accent so they‘d properly understand. “Owner was t’kill him, sayin’ the break was bad…” The man grimaced, “So I…Bicran, saids I will take him and look after him…and that I will!” He said defensively eyeing the group as if daring them to say otherwise. “T’even thinks I’d hurts him…” The young man shook his head. “Never. Never. As t’the leg…he mucked it up so I gaves him that one, as I had no better things t’use.” He admitted turning to S’en, “You knows I’d never hurt you…

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Admin's Note:[/hr]”

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S'en and Folth


S’en shook his head and offered a reassuring smile to the man. “I know you wouldn’t Bicran…I was just surprised.” He said softly, before stepping from the young man’s shadow. Looking to Christae and Ragule he smiled softly, “This is Bicran, he was a Beasthandler apprentice before he was searched by a friend of his…uncles?” At the pale haired man’s nod he continued, “They took him to Eastern and that’s where I met him…”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

The fire in the youth was certainly of no doubt, nor was his accent. Ragule frowned at him pointedly in warning, but said nothing more as the danger of S'en spurting a new leak was reduced to nil. "Just take it easy on him." He requested, before turning his attention toward Christae and the pup with the mangled leg. Again, he grimaced.

His gaze lifted to Rhia as she arrived, and one brow quested upward on his forehead. "You are trained to heal animals?" He asked. It wasn't something he was expressly trained in, himself, but that was not to say he hadn't done it before. Animals, especially the sort like canines and runners, were a lot similar to humans to treat. It was the draconics that took a whole other field of knowledge to be able to handle ... them and wherries and whatnot. They seemed to be made of a completely other set of stuff from the mammals.

His attention wandered back to the two men however when S'en started talking. "You two know each other?" He asked, even though it was quite a pointless question. It just seemed rather odd, to have one arrive via dragonback, and the other arrive via runner back within a candle mark of each other, neither knowing the other was here, also both knowing each other. It was a thing to bend the mind.

[Spirithawk]

Christae frowned. Obviously the boy hadn't read the knots on both her and Rhia's shoulders, otherwise he would have shown more respect; she hoped. Some youth were not as respectful as they should be towards dragonriders, but that was something she'd dwell on later. For now, she had to worry about her newest rider, and from the looks of it, a possible Candidate.

"Whether you would hurt him or not young man does not give you reason to come bursting into my Weyr unannounced and question my Healer when he is taking care of a patient," She said sternly to put him in his place. She didn't miss the tone of his voice, but chose to disregard it. Often, arguing with someone only made matters worse. "Rhia will handle the pup's leg." She was satisfied with his explanation, crass though it was, because it rang true.

"My question to you is what are you doing here if you knew Rider S'en at Eastern. S'en, if need be, we will move in out of the sun and Folth is welcome to take one of the empty weyrs until you can join him in choosing your own from the vacant ones once he has eaten his fill. If he is still hungry, he can feel free to ask Kaith for another."



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Rhia nodded at Ragule's question. "I was trained as a Runner Healer back home before I came to the Weyr. I wound up doing more than just runners though. People brought their injured animals from the surrounding holds. If I hadn't come to the weyr after he plague took my family I would have gone to the beastcraft hall to be trained formally. I picked up some dragon healing from Christae and working with the weyrlings."

Rhia picked up the pup from Christae. "This splint would do for a temporary fix Bicran," she told him gently, picking up his name from the rider's words. "However, it won't heal right like this. I have the things I need to splint it properly. He might have a bit of a gimp for the rest of his life but it should heal up fine. That holder was foolish to want to destroy him just because he has an injury."

At Christae's mention of the dragon, Rhia dug around in her bag and came up with a clay jar. "Here's the salve you asked for. It should help with the scarring. Shall I put some on the dragon once the pup's leg is finished?"

[seneth]

Bicran

With a grin Bicran studied S’en, he believed him! If anything that loosened the knot in his shoulders, his expression brightening. “A smile looks better on you, than a tha’ face you made earlier.” He pointed out tucking his thumbs into his belt. Blissfully unaware of the trouble he’d caused. “Looks like Folth is eating…you should too…” He murmured wryly to the brown rider, before turning to Ragule. “Yeh I kn…” Suddenly S’en nudged him. With a grunt he looked back to his friend, “What I wa..

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Admin's Note:[/hr]”

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S'en and Folth

Knots, S’en mouthed slowly. Folth please…I don’t want to embarrass him… Glancing back, the brown licked the blood off his maw before obliging. Look at the knots, one’s a Queen rider, the others a Healer and…a Brown rider? Folth ended on an intrigued note. With a mental shrug the brown returned to the last of his meal.

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Bicran

At the familiar rumbling tone, Bicran turned to S’en and then Folth. Shards… He breathed, his shoulders hunching wearily. A…a, Weyrlingmaster, a…Master Healer, and… Shrinking into himself, he winced. A Weyrwoman… Hanging his head he shuffled round to face them, his head and eyes downcast, as Christae’s stern words rained down on him. Hope my Woolheadedness wont get S’en in trouble… Bowing to all three in turn, he murmured apologies. “…Please forgive me fer rushin’ into things…I was worried fer S‘en...” Feeling a hand on his shoulder he glanced back at the brown rider. “I wa…” With a shy grin he turned back to the Harper and ruffled his pale blonde hair. “I um, yeah we were…are, friends…” He mumbled glancing away.

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S'en and Folth

Biting back a chuckle S’en looked to the Healer, “What Bicran’s dancing around the dragon to say, is we were briefly weyrmates…partners.” He added, smiling at Bicran’s blush. “He’s been at Eastern for the last two…” With a soft hiss he suddenly closed his eyes, “Two…turns…” S’en breathed, fingering his side. At a worried murmur he shook his head, “Forgot not to…twist, I’m okay…” He said softly, forcing a smile.

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Bicran

Studying the too thin man Bicran sighed and turned away, his eyes falling on the pup. Soot was happy enough, wriggling and twisting around in an attempt to lick his captor. Need t’start trainin’ him soon… He thought looking to Rhia. Nodding as she pointed out the temporary splint, “I had nothin’ better t’use…I have a’few marks,” He offered with a relieved sigh. Glad that his entrance hadn’t doomed the pup from getting aid. “Aye, a’break is no reason t‘kill…and limp or no, there be things he can be trained t’do…” Bicran murmured with a soft smile towards the pup.

When they were ready to hear what he had to say, Bicran nodded before starting. “S’en’s father told J’kai…yer half sibling?” He asked looking to S’en. As the brown rider nodded he continued. “They both from Eastern, erm, he told J’kai that he’d tell S’en t’come here…I…I didn’t get t’see S’en when he was ill…” Bicran grimaced looking away, “And ‘cause there was no hatchings t’be in Eastern soon…I’ve been left standing in…3 hatchings now.” He added, failing to shrug it off. “’tis okay…I’m close t’bein’ too old and…” The lad murmured softly, “…and I needed t’see S’en before returnin’ t’Keroon.” He said shrugging at S’en’s expression. “I’m sorry fer causin’ trouble Weyrwoman…I’ve not been to a’Weyr like this…” Bicran admitted glancing around him. “Also S’en was just…there…” He ended weakly.

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S'en and Folth

S’en studied the younger, but taller man, softly shaking his head when he mentioned returning to the Northern Continent. If anyone deserved another opportunity on the sands it was Bicran, he thought loyally. They may just be friends…but to loose a newly found ally, S’en looked to Christae. “I…ah, could…” With a sigh he decided it wasn’t his place to ask. Clearing his throat he added quickly, “Um…Folth sends his gratitude to the Queen, Kaith…” He said offering a grateful bow of his head, “He also thanks the Weyrwoman and Healer Ragule…and says he feels well enough to hunt…” S’en said, pointedly not looking towards Bicran. “And that he’d like to sun on the heights at some point…”

At the offer to go inside he caught himself mid nod, “I wouldn’t want to keep any of you from your duties…” He said weakly, not sure what to say or how to stand up for Bicran. His eyes settling on the pup. He always said he’d get one…said the types here were slightly different. S’en thought distractedly, before grimacing to himself. I can’t say anything…I’m not sure he wants to stay, or if he was only…visiting. Also I’d just embarrass him more… The man sighed.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule nodded to Rhia, glad to know that tidbit of information. Now, if he ever needed the expertise, he knew where to turn to. Granted, almost everyone native to the Weyr probably knew that already. Despite how many months he'd already been there, he most assuredly did not know everyone and their skill sets just yet. The young woman standing as Candidate and Weyrling master was certainly a talented lady, that was for sure, and Ragule was impressed. Talented indeed.

This encounter was falling neatly into the Weyrwoman's hands, however, and Ragule was finding himself with less and less to input to the group. So he just stood there and listened while he munched on his roll. Especially since Rhia had the pup under control. There was no reason whatsoever for him to worry about it. Skilled, she was. Later on he'd have to figure out how to steal some of her time and discuss some things with her, find out just how far her skills went in her beasthealing.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Ragule mentioned, since Bicran seemed to be having a hard time with his admission. So long as both of them were consenting partners, Ragule saw nothing at all wrong with them having been weyrmates. It was a Weyr, after all. Stranger things had been done before. He nodded when thanks was offered to him, accepting them with the simple gesture. It was his job, his duty, but he was not going to turn down the kind regards of those he treated. It did people good, to be humble.

"If you manage to bust that thing open, lad, I'll have to stitch you up again." Ragule warned, to S'en, shaking a finger at him briefly. "I am sure you don't want that."

[Spirithawk]

Rhia returned Ragule's nod with a smile. "I can show you how to make that salve for the dragons. It is a bother to make, but like numbweed, I'd rather go to the trouble and have it than not. I'll give you a jar S'en. It doesn't take much and you can put it on him after you've oiled him. For now though I'll put some on quickly with both of your permission and then handle the pup."

Rhia turned to Bicran at his mention of paying. "Nay lad. I won't be taking pay for tending him. If my children didn't already have a monster of a canine pup to play with I'd ask if you were looking for a home for him. If you don't want to keep him you're welcome to ask around. I'm sure someone would want him. If you want to keep him though, that's fine too. If you're planning to leave the Weyr I'll show you what to do to tend it."

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Christae glanced up at Rukbat. "Let's move this inside please. Rhia, my thanks for your help. We'll be in the Dining Cavern when you're finished with the pup. I know you have duties to attend to." She was much less formal with the brownrider because they had Impressed together all those turns ago, which weren't exactly that long ago.

"You aren't keeping me from my duties. I usually try to keep some of my morning free and I don't often have time to visit with my people. Ragule, I would be most appreciative if you would join us, but if you have things to attend to that is fine as well. Young man, I would offer you food if you would accept it. What do you intend to do now that you have found your friend?" Kaith had risen recently and Christae was certain that if Eastern had Searched him he'd probably have a chance at Kaith's upcoming clutch.