"If you insist on asking so many questions, no, they won't want you, squirt..." Beao' said. He nudged his brother, and smiled. "There, those are the guys you want to talk to."
"They're kind of... odd," B'eth said, looking at his brother with doubt.
"They're bent, all right," Beao' said with a big grin. "Hey! L'tan! J'zin! Over here!"
The pair of Bronze riders came by where Beao' had been yelling. The redheaded J'zin looked over both the brown riders, and smirked. The tattooed, bald-headed L'tan looked as if he were in a daze of wine or numbweed.
"I remember you," B'eth said. "It was almost a turn ago! Wow... You're still looking for riders for your wing?"
"Today is your lucky day," J'zin announced, "because I'm in the mood for some brown in our wing." He nudged B'eth and the young rider nodded, rolling his eyes.
"What position should I take?" B'eth asked.
"When we're back at the weyrs, we'll run some trials. We'll just see where you will fit in. But also, remember that we don't have to fly thread with the others. We're all harpers. We all have duties to record what we see. Does that suit you?"
Happily, Dueth trumpeted and B'eth added a "sure does!"
They betweened and came out in a formation, over the Alabaster Weyrhold. It was the first time B'eth had seen it.
"That is amazing," he said, and Dueth bespoke.
It is very distinct. We can orient on it anywhere. I will like it here. There are many challenging wings and formations we can do here over the tower. And females which like that!
They finally landed and J'zin told B'eth to pick out a weyr. They all had a cluster of them nestled together, so he selected a low, comfortable one which would let them swoop out of their ledge underneat the other dragon pairs.
"Where is the wing leader?" B'eth asked J'zin, upon finally noticing his wing-second knots.
"G'ed is off at Aden weyr. I should be there too, but I'm taking a break. There is a gold ready to fly. And honestly the moment she does, ol' Notioth will get there quicker than between. I... doubt he'll fly the queen but hey. There's always that chance."
He rolled his eyes and B'eth thought that the redhead couldn't possibly run a weyr, but his spot on the wing assured him that he did know how to fight thread.
