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The snap of Between as they emerged from the void to the bright sounds of Western was one Rh’tyb never quite truly prepared himself for. Western Weyr was a whole different kettle when compared to High Reaches Weyr -- for one, how much warmer it was. His fingers are digging into his jacket to release the clasps as Alluith is circling closer to the ground. The sounds of the crash of ocean waves was always another, though that isn’t quite a bad thing. It’s even peaceful, even if he isn’t used to the sights or sounds (or taste. Salt on the air was definitely.. different. Not bad, though.)

’You’re being particularly negative for this being your idea.’ Alluith hums thoughtfully, taking wide turns as she eyes those dragons out and about on their business. One in particular she’s got her eyes on finding, even amongst all the color that Western held within. ’Western seems a far cry from Benden.’

Rh’tyb’s grumbling under his breath is lost to the wind rushing by, finally able to open his jacket to let the breeze help cool him down. It’s what he gets from going from the chill to the warmth. ’Flightlust is flightlust. What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he’s got a mate? This isn’t my best idea.’

’Don’t be such a sourpuss and most people would at least be welcoming. Now, where is that handsome brown…’ Swooping down closer to the shoreline, Alluith sighed. ’And if we aren’t wanted? We leave. Nothing wrong with that, is there?’

’I.. suppose not.’ It made sense, though he can hear the slight tinge of disappointment at the possibility. Perhaps he hadn’t been the only one keen on visiting Western.

’There he is--! Aleyath~! The green absolutely beams, curling herself closer as she slowly lands, tucking her wings in as Rh’tyb sees about sliding down off her shoulder. ’I hope an impromptu visit isn’t too unwanted. We’ve been meaning to..’

Eyes swirling a blend of sweet grass green and deep water blue, Alluith takes in the sight of Aleyath. The brown was looking quite handsome in the spring sunshine. No doubt more relaxed than chasing after a maiden green. Perhaps time made the hearts grow fonder, perhaps it was the slow itch to become a proper Weyr dragon once more in the face of thread.

Things said or done in flightlust might be different with a clear head. It’s an airily enough statement, one that earned her a soft mental shove from her rider. If she glanced him over with a discerning eye to possibly scope out any injuries that may have occurred since last meeting, well. That was her own prerogative. So good to see you, Aleyath. Western sun looks good on you. Her tone is kind, for from where she’s standing--hot sand and pathway beneath his feet, framed with the weyrbowl behind him, hot sun beating from above--Aleyath looks fully of the thread-fighting warrior of Pern.

It absolutely didn’t burn something within her. An itch to prove. Sear, fight, win.
It’s with a heavy paw that those thoughts are smothered out. She’s here to visit, not wind herself up.

Alluith glances down at her rider at such private words, before back up again. It’s a small seed of doubt, but perhaps Rh’tyb had been onto something. Yet she can’t keep the tinge of worry from her voice as she reached back privately. If our presence isn’t wanted, we can--

“Hi there, O’len,” Straightening up some from where he’d been looking around the coastline, Rh’tyb does his best to straighten out his jacket. It feels a bit like someone initially took the wind from his sails, and it’s all he can do to draw himself up a bit taller, a bit broader, and a smile like he’s trying to throw off a game of dragon poker. But anything suave he can try to drum up to say is lost in the wake of the brownrider’s story. But the fake smile relaxes for one more genuine, the tension draining some. He couldn’t help it -- O’len is adorable. “Sounds like the fiercest bird to rattle this big guy, hm?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Rh’tyb idly shrugged. “Oh, you know. We never get around too often to Western Weyr. Figured it was worth it and take in the sights.” What normally might have been a flirt just felt matter of fact. He hadn’t come to flirt, but. Well. What had he come for?
Instead he nods at the shell in O’len’s hand. He can see hints of color, but not much else. “Find something nice?”