Beach Shards Weyr | Residents

Rubbing idly at his damp hair, and loosening the thick wherhide riding jacket, C'ron paused as he made his way into his weyr, blinking in surprise. On the ledge there was a gold dragon, conversing with his Hatsuroth.

Velaeth, lifemate of Junior Weyrwoman Mayhe, from Beach Shards Weyr, Hatsuroth informed him.

Still wondering, C'ron entered his weyr, smiling a bit uncertaintly at the goldrider who was waiting for them. "Good afternoon, miss. Did you need something?"

Mayhe smiled, nodding slightly. "I guess you could say that, C'ron. Your Weyrleaders speak highly of you - I've come to offer you a position at Beach Shards. Wingsecond."

The brownrider gaped at her a moment. "You're... serious?"

Mayhe laughed lightly. "Of course. Do you accept?"

C'ron nodded once, beaming. "Why, of course! Did you hear that, Hatsuroth? We're going to Beach Shards Weyr! As wingseconds!"

The brown's tone was amused as he replied. I know.

C'ron opened his mouth to retort, and then snapped it shut again. "I'll come as soon as you want me, goldrider!"

"Well, would now be a good time?"

"Ahh... of course! I'll just have to say goodbye to my brother..."

Mayhe hid a smile, which C'ron didn't notice, and nodded solemnly. "Of course. Velaeth will give Hatsuroth the coordinates for the Weyr; but I really must be off... see you there, C'ron."

Beaming, C'ron bid the goldrider farewell, and went outside to look for his brother...