The Istan Lot

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The dry desert air blasted the two riders full on, providing a stark contrast to the infinite chill of between. One rider only experienced the shock for a moment before his green trumpeted in true alarm and retreated back to the darkness.

The other rider, atop his stocky brown, held a wide grin across his boyish countenance throughout his mount's landing. With various muscles tensing in well practiced fashion, Lohontath raised his share of Weyrbowl dirt that danced around his streaky hide. The large brown stretched his stocky neck back to the sky, clearly waiting for the green to return, as his rider chuckled and dismounted with the reckless abandon common of both Weyrlings and veteran riders.

Lohontath did not need to look skyward long before the previously alarmed little green reappeared, well away from her original point of descent.

~~This angle is much better. I would not want to waste the last oiling at Ista!~~[/color]

The rays of Rukbat, seemingly harsher in this new climate, dazzled the green dragon's dark hide as she expertly angled herself towards the Weyrbowl floor. Unlike her brown travel companion, Esameth took great care not to stir up too much of the dust along the floor, and she snorted discontentedly at the bit that threatened to mar her flawless hide. "You're incredible, Esa, truly incredible, m'dear." G'nein chuckled and rubbed his dragon's toned neck affectionately before dismounting easily.

C'nal grinned at the much taller greenrider as he approached, "I couldn't be happier that I ride a brown."

G'nein's bright blue eyes gleamed with laughter, but he otherwise ignored the short brownrider as he spoke aloud to his dragon, "Esa, please make sure the Weyrwoman knows we have arrived, she'll be able to get our Wingleaders out here."

~~Tarasaith, I have been asked to inform you of the arrival of Lohontath and myself, Esameth.~~[/color]

With her message delivered, Esameth's focus quickly turned back to herself and the disastrous state of her claws. As the finicky green set to removing the bit of dust ruining her carefully construed good looks, the larger brown beside her calmly and serenely began to study his new Weyr. C'nal's grin grew wider, if possible, and he scanned the Weyrbowl with noticeably more excitement than his dragon. G'nein was torn between amusement at his precise little green, the childlike sense of wonder and adventure evident in C'nal's eyes, and his own mixed emotions about this new Weyr as they awaited their Wingleaders and, quite likely, the Weyrwoman herself.

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The Gold was watching everything from her ledge. There were more dragons arriving which pleased her. The message from Esameth was recieved and without hesitation replied to. Thank you Esameth. Your Wingleaders have been informed that you are in the Weyr Bowl. They should be down to see you shortly. Tarasaith loved other dragons, except for other Golds. Greens were fun to chat with and the males were always entertaining. Trying to show off for her.

Tarasaith sent a message to both Bronzes, Toranth and Norvanth. The riders of Brown Lohontath and Green Esameth have arrived and await their Wingleaders in the Bowl. The Gold was more than happy to send messages, as it made Quinn's job easier. Then she spoke to her rider. Are we going to greet dragonriders as they arrive, because two just arrived in the Bowl and are waiting for their Wingleaders.I think thats a good idea. Hold on just a moment sweeting.

Quinn was not lazing about like her dragon. she had been working with crafters, drudges and the other leaders of the Weyr all day. Today was busy and it was her job to make sure everyone was working toward the same goal. After a swift conversation with her personal drudge, she walked out of the meeting room, down the hall and to her own weyr. Once there, she met Tarasaith on her ledge. She took the riding straps off the wall and went to work putting them on. Quinn was still in her leathers but she hoped by this evening she could wear one of her flowy dresses that allowed for breathing room between her skin and the fabric,

Quinn and Tarasaith took off and while Tara was known for daring techniques, she held back today. Thank you. Remember there is a lot of dust down there. We wouldn't want your hide ruined. The Gold did not respond but landed a good distance from the green and brown so as not to get them dusty.

The Weyrwoman walked over to the two men. Quinn's hair was short but she had managed to put it back in two small french braids. Her boots, normally a dark brown were now covered in dust. As she waslked forward she said, "Welcome to Igen. I'm Weyrwoman Quinn. Your Wingleaders should be on their way."

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^{((I am so so so sorry for taking so long on this thread, I wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted a reply right away or after a few more posts, I should have jumped right in before my computer went pzzt on me.))}

Wingleader, we have some riders landing in the bowl, I think a dragon said they were from Ista? A brown and a green. The queen requests our presence for wing assignments.

Thank the Shell. Let us go, you brute of a bronze. Let us add another to our numbers. The bronze rider lost no time excusing himself from the rider he was speaking with about weyr assignments and choices to move quickly across the bowl. The Wingleader was already red in the face from being out in the sun most of the morning and it was easy for anyone to see the sun’s light had taken up a hatred for the rider from far to the north.

Walking up to the small, gathered group he raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun for a long look at both of their dragons, sizing them up. The green looks agile with her long body, short of wing though, but that will only make her turns even quicker. The brown is powerfully built, I bet he’ll have great stamina. What say you Toranth?

Sound judgement mine. I say to try to get the green. I will never say no to a dragon quick enough to dodge threadfall and even if her flaming aim is off that is always something that can be worked on. Besides, she shines like a jewel and I wouldn’t mind the chance at a good flirting.

You truly are a greedy male. “Welcome to Igen.” he finally spoke outloud looking at the riders and giving them an equally long look. Extending a fair hand to each rider in turn, he gave his name. “I am D’tas of Bronze Toranth. Where do you hail from?