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Wings had been rearranged. Not a particular problem when it came to Danzik - some new faces, perhaps, but it wasn't as though she'd be unable to perhaps organize another group of riders to work a little better together. Dear Danzik, you do know that isn't your responsibility, yes? Eosphoth's gentle, light voice reminded the woman of her duties; a son, the occasional wrangling of candidates. She was a wingrider and no shame in it. Danzik turned in her seat to look back at the green who fanned herself out on her perch, large wings spread as she enjoyed the sun.

Then suddenly the green perked, head lifting. "Who is it?" There was a way of telling when Eosphoth was having a private conversation or when someone was calling on her behalf - over 20 years had a way of making such little things so easy to read. Morpeth and Hers! Eosphoth answered and Danzik's brows raised. "L'fer?" He was her new Wingleader. Is that his name? Morpeth's would like to see you! It was somewhat unsurprising; likely a visit to meet all of the new faces he was now in charge of.

"I have time," Danzik confirmed and Eosphoth rolled up off of her side to return the call that had been sent to her. We have time! Where shall we meet? I have room on my ledge for you to join me if that suits you, Morpeth!

Eosphoth trilled sweetly at Morpeth as the green settled onto the ledge with her. Greetings! You are looking well this day, Morpeth. Have you been enjoying the sun too? It wasn't the only thing she'd been enjoying either. A look over Danzik's weyr showed it as presentable as the woman herself - everything had it's place, but there was also the odd item here and there. If prompted about any of them, Danzik would have simple answers; she still had the first pair of shoes she'd made for her son, that was the first set of riding tack she'd ever made for Eosphoth - little things. Her leather working ways would be hard pressed to leave her, and even then she was in the middle of measuring out some new straps.

"Not as busy as it sounds you will be, L'fer." Danzik replied, setting down the blade she'd been scoring her project with. "Eosphoth's straps have been getting a little worn, so I have been working on a new set to replace them once the old ones are no longer safe." It wasn't exactly something she had to do herself out of necessity, however. Her father - a sweet hearted and gentle voiced old man who also lived in the Weyr - was usually the one doing such things with his ever helpful apprentices on hand. "Congratulations on your promotion." Certainly, L'fer and his dear green were good for it - her experience with him had been generally good, after all.