Not after what had happened at the scarred up bronze's own hatching.
He'd once heard her say that she was a good luck charm for her friends, but it seemed the luck had finally stuck to herself. And he'd have a word with her father that he'd heard about and his brown that had instilled such cruel thoughts in her head soon enough. But here it was an hour already and while he knew that there was always a backup watching the new Weyrlings come enter the feast, R'iz did heave a sigh. In his hands he twisted and turned something about, an older piece of jewelry he'd made for a different dragon.
It was a hand-me-down for now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be making new things in the future. His gold eyes scanned the crowd again and finally lit upon the short curly brown hair of his young friend and he grinned happily. She was right at home with that pale beauty of a green by her side.
"Nala!" He gave a shout and waved as Bossuth, far up on his ledge and removed from most of the festivities by choice sent a wave of happiness and love to the new pair.
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