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M'nr liked to think they were settling in well enough. Though it had not been perhaps the best long term solution to the dividing of the children - it had also not been an ideal situation from the start. Perhaps he could have given Pavari more guidance from a place of experience, but what was done was done. He'd received about as much judgement as he'd expected for his part in the entire beach fiasco - less than, actually, found home in a wing, and....was working at making High Reaches his home.

Six months, and the young ones were almost ready to fly like champions. It was something Cordrath was both very proud of - and very worried about. I've never been a father in Threadfall, before, he reminded his lifemate on a near daily basis if M'nr ever dared think that he should have perhaps been a bit more prepared. He'd done it all before and perhaps that would take the edge off of it.

Just like an afternoon at the lake to wash off Cordrath and take things a little easy would hopefully do the same for him. Threadfall was now as far behind them as it was ahead of them, so as relief faded into worried anticipation, a little something to ease the mind would do some good. "Look at you! You'll be even more handsome by the time I'm done with you, hmm?" his voice was booming and jovial, full of the warmth that the man had at least placed before him in reputation. Cordrath bugled brightly in answer, and to those who had never had a dragon perhaps they were an entertaining spectacle - a half-scrubbed dragon and a rider with his pants rolled up and his shirt off as he worked to finish the partially completed task.

It just took a while longer when there was so much to clean!

I will have to go see Susurinth once I gleam as you so claim, Cordrath said decisively, already reaching out to inform the gold across the ocean of what antics he was up to - and offering longing poetic thoughts. He was wound up in those at least until his rider was called out for.

Company would never be turned away by M'nr at least, who returned the greeting with a booming and enthusiastic, "Hello!" He was all smiles, despite not being certain of who the pair was. It was a truth about most of High Reaches for the pair by now. Cordrath rumbled pleasantly at Kalikath, shifting his weight delicately as to not toss his rider overboard. Greetings. Have you come to wash up as well? he inquired, already moving to keep from blocking any path that the pair may have wished to enter the water by.

There was no shyness to be found between the two of them.

Cordrath stretched out one wing to keep from knocking about as the water shifted in order to keep his rider from being thrown off balance. There was no alarm to be had, as they'd both well known they were being joined, and how were they to demand any dragon command the waves? The bronze simply seemed amused instead, thrumming at the brown's silence. It was an easy enough chore when kept up on, and it had certainly become easier to do so once they'd settled in to their new home.

Ahlalei's greeting was met with an almost theatrical sweeping bow - perhaps more for effect, given the slight distance when he was standing up on quite the specimen of a bronze. "A pleasure, Miss Ahlalei! I am M'nr of bronze Cordrath," he greeted, voice just as booming as his greeting had been. Whether that was a default behavior or something being put on along with the bow. "I don't mind the company at all! Cordrath and I have been so lacking in good company for some time now - there's no need to keep it going!"

If M'nr had been frank, he would have pointed out it was very much his own fault for wandering that he and Cordrath had no long term connections at most of the Weyrs. Certainly, he'd made good friends at the Halls and Holds the pair had visited, but those didn't serve him as well in High Reaches. Well, they could, but they hadn't yet.

"It's good! Though I'm sure I say that since our particular brand of new face had a certain level of welcome to it!" he pat Cordrath's neck as he spoke, very aware that the glimmer of his lifemate's hide had given them certain advantages - ones he'd played to over turns and turns. "We're still getting up to snuff on the drills, but we both come back a little less battered every time," and for that, he was proud. "Is your Kalikath a High Reaches born or do you come from elsewhere with him like we have?"

"Maybe a little! But loyalty is a small price considering the alternative," M'nr patted Cordrath's neck, rubbing it affectionately as he danced around the implication that had High Reaches and Western not come, an entire clutch of baby dragons could have been lost. I would have brought entire holds of children if they had not, Cordrath said fiercely, though he was in no way sensitive to Search. Good thing such drastic measures were not needed, M'nr reminded soothingly, settling his lifemate some.

High Reaches had its reputation for being traditional - most Weyrs were, really - and that a woman on a very non-traditional dragon choosing to thrive in such a place was refreshing. "Mmm, traveling is nice, but it wasn't entirely out of selfish reasons," there were plenty of selfish reasons he'd remained out in the open for as long as they had, however. "It was full of instability and a lot of strangers I'd like to say became friends over time and places I would like to go see again. Seeing who is out there makes it easier for us to be here."

Such assurances were answered with a broad smile. "Of course," he agreed, though he did wonder privately how many had thought it would be better if Cordrath and Susurinth had learned their lesson and not had their clutch rescued so. It was only for a moment, and he tucked it away before Cordrath could be riled too strongly by the notion. Ah, but the candidates were enough. For that, I am grateful, still, he found himself grateful to know such a sentiment was shared.

"He is a very social creature! We went to many halls and holds and met many people who had never had a chance to be up close with dragons - especially his size. The calm before Threadfall has a way of bringing a certain unease about our kind. So I served to alleviate some of that. At least, at first. After a while, there was no reason to stay in Benden for long periods of time."

It was funny to think of the response as fear - that quiet respect that was offered to a creature that most didn't realize would - could - do them no harm. All it took was a deep rumble, a baleful look, and there were truly few problems. "It does. Even told that a dragon will not purposely do harm to them, they are large with sharp claws and teeth. It is something to be feared, even if irrationally," M'nr used his brush to scrub along Cordrath's neck as he spoke, the bronze leaning his head back to assist in his washing.

Kalikath's inquiry had a fortunately simple answer; I miss Susurinth and my children at other Weyrs. I miss the general atmosphere that was granted by a threat of death not lingering above us all. But I was born to fight Thread and now that it is here, I do not shirk that responsibility. But perhaps the freedom our menace has taken from us to visit.