Post by Kitsuneko on Jul 12, 2012 21:47:27 GMT -4
A great, gleamed golden shape burst out of between into the air of Trelis's Weyrbowl, and the queen circled in the air for a bit, not wishing to land quite yet. Maeleth bugled a greeting to the watchdragon on duty, introducing herself and her rider, but there was another one due to arrive as well. On the gold's back, Iskra scanned the skies, watching for Rikula and Majorith, who were due to arrive just after her, since they had passed the visualization on to the younger pair. When she wasn't watching the skies, she was glancing down at the ground, taking in the appearance of the Weyrbowl, the dragons lying or walking around, and the rest of the Weyr. It seemed to be much like she remembered it.
As soon as the other goldrider appeared, she told Maeleth to land so they could (hopefully) be properly greeted. She knew J'dol had taken over the Weyrwoman's duties since the death of Weyrwoman Iirla, but she had no idea who was doing the Weyrleader's job, nor if there was any sort of junior weyrwoman in place. Or topazrider. Whatever. Of course, as soon as Iskra slid down from the queen's back, her female huntyre Darija swooped down to take her customary perch on her shoulder, and Iskra didn't begrudge her the spot. She quite liked the bird, even if she tended to indulge her a bit too much.
She barely noticed when her fifteen-turn old son Bekran dismounted as well, but he slipped quietly into a place behind Iskra and beside Maeleth's hind leg. He hadn't been very happy about returning to his birthplace, unlike Iskra, and was likely still upset with her, and less outgoing than usual. She sighed silently to herself. He'd no doubt get over it soon, especially since there was a clutch ready to hatch before long.
Iskra waved to Rikula, and smiled. "This is Trelis Weyr." She looked around her again. It was good to be home.
As soon as the other goldrider appeared, she told Maeleth to land so they could (hopefully) be properly greeted. She knew J'dol had taken over the Weyrwoman's duties since the death of Weyrwoman Iirla, but she had no idea who was doing the Weyrleader's job, nor if there was any sort of junior weyrwoman in place. Or topazrider. Whatever. Of course, as soon as Iskra slid down from the queen's back, her female huntyre Darija swooped down to take her customary perch on her shoulder, and Iskra didn't begrudge her the spot. She quite liked the bird, even if she tended to indulge her a bit too much.
She barely noticed when her fifteen-turn old son Bekran dismounted as well, but he slipped quietly into a place behind Iskra and beside Maeleth's hind leg. He hadn't been very happy about returning to his birthplace, unlike Iskra, and was likely still upset with her, and less outgoing than usual. She sighed silently to herself. He'd no doubt get over it soon, especially since there was a clutch ready to hatch before long.
Iskra waved to Rikula, and smiled. "This is Trelis Weyr." She looked around her again. It was good to be home.
