I will come! I will bespeak the visitor if you wish me to, N'tron. you hear a voice sounding similar, almost identical, to N'tron's. Odviously your slight shock had shown through enough that the bluerider had noticed.
"That would be Zhan you're hearing," he chuckles as you hear the scraping of claws against the stone of the weyr. You turn around and find yourself looking at one of the smallest adult blues you've ever seen. Zhantrenth's eyes whirl a happy blue as he manages to stick his head and most of his neck through the opening to his weyr while still managing to look cofertable. Surprisingly the blue's neck is able to extend long enough so if he wanted to, Zhantrenth could set his head on the table. Instead the young blue's head hovered just over his rider's shoulder while looking at you.
Hello, visiter. I am Zhantrenth. You are nice looking, maybe you should think about impressing a dragon. N'tron seems to blush slightly. "Sorry, Zhan seems to think that he'll be a searchdragon just as soon as Reth and Mitanth take him seriously. I'm still learning about him even if he is over two turns old, every day is a new experance and a new leason. The thing I've known from day one though is that Zhan is a calm blue, unlike some of the high strung blues I've seen." I am calm because you are calm and when you are not I help you to be calm. "That you do my hansom blue."
"We've finally graduated from weyrling training and have join a fighting wing." I will flame large areas of thread, more than any flaming dragon could ever do! you hear the blue comment and you surpress a chuckle, N'tron just shakes his head smiling, "Though my Zhan is small for a blue he makes up for it with his speed, so far he's beaten out all his sisters and brothers in sprint flights except for gold Mekoth. I didn't think I'd see any dragon that could match or exceed her speed except for perhaps her dam, gold Soranth, or Sr. Queen Naomith until her first mating flight; then bronzes Rezoth and Avinoth both touched her, yet Avinoth was the one to fly her on acount Mekoth threw Rezoth towards the sea when his claws settled on her shoulders, or so I'm told.. He's determined to beat them soon though."
"I impressed him here at Talor Cliff Weyr. His Dam was gold Soranth and his Sire bronze Urionth. He has 18 brothers and sister, two of which reside in this area of the weyr, in fact they're just across the hall. His gold sister Mekoth and his green sister Vasharath to be exact. The weyr kept nice records on the hatching if you'd like to look at them, or you can look at the one Chir, Tiff, X'tro, C'fron, and myself wrote up" he offers the hides of his and his friend's interpataion of the hatching.
N'tron, can I go back to my sunbathing now? you hear the blue ask. You see a sheepish grin appear on N'tron's features as he replies to his dragon, "Sorry, Zhan, I didn't realize you had been sunbathing when I called you." It's alright, I was only just lying down when you called so I was not yet cofertable, just close. "Well you get your sunnin' in, dear heart." You watch as the blue dragon's head pulls back into the dragon's weyr and the blue walks back over to the ledge. N'tron only chuckles; as you look at him, he smiles.
"He may say he's sun bathing but I believe... No, I know," the bluerider said putting a finger thoughtfuly to his temple, "he's acttualy watching all the females, even the golds though he knows he'll never be a loud to take part in their flights." You finally join his chuckles and askes him if he's considering putting Zhantrenth into some mating flights soon.
"Acttualy I just signed Zhan up," he says with a slight tinge of blush before continuing, "I found Zirana's white Aenoth is on the boards. She's verry pretty."
"The dragon?" you ask the starry eyed bluerider.
"Uh, her too. Both are very radiant," he smiles at the thought of the whiterider, "I'm not sure if Zirana even knows I exist but I think her Aenoth knows my Zhan. I hope he's able to catch her, it's his first flight, ya' know."
"Well, good luck to you and Zhantrenth then, N'tron," you smile at the hopeful and rider who's eyes are even more starry than before. After a few minutes he suddenly realizes that you're still there and he grins sheepishly.
"Well," N'ton smiles, "That's all I can tell you about Zhantrenth, would you like to hear about me, my fire lizards, or do you have to be going now?"
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