Welcome to Gaia! ::

The Weyrlings were settling in nicely, it seemed. Certainly, some of those who had been from Western were a little on the noisier side about how things had turned out, but M’nr really couldn’t have expected less. Of course they’re noisy. They have not learned the bigger picture yet, Cordrath rumbled mid-gulp. The chill of the morning had been rather unappealing, but the break at midday had been fine for getting some sun while they watched the Weyrlings bustling about.

They’re big now, aren’t they? M’nr said, looking at even the smallest of the spring clutch’s greens as she followed after her rider. Sahrawith, if he remembered correctly. The rumbling of a proud father confirmed he remembered well. It is also getting more dangerous now for them, Cordrath commented, eyes whirling with yellow, and then grey. The loss of one of his son at Western had not settled at all. Even when the Senior Weyrlings had all but scattered with brief greetings from the bronze, he lingered, waiting for the last and looking over each of the new young ones as they emerged with curious hellos.