Do they not do it now? Asked the dragon, but he was being very silly.
'Let's go over to the Cothold, all right? We can see if anyone wants a ride, before joining the wing."
Oh, the WING! I so wish to be in the front... Blasting Thread! The dragon impatiently stamped his foot and made fire-breathing belches.
"Careful! You're not carrying any fire stone, are you? I don't want you burning down our cothold you know!" L'skan chided, and the dragon settled a bit. Then, after L'skan got all his things together, they waited for his brother K'ly to alight on the ledge of his weyr. The blue dragon he Impressed boldly went to Lyrath and trumpeted how much he wanted to join the fight.
"They're both very eager," said K'ly. "How about you?"
"I've been thinking about visiting the cothold before heading to the Protectorate. How does that sound to you?"
K'ly of course thought it would be quite the good idea.
They snugged down their riding gear for certain one last time, and then trumpeted to the watch dragon that they were leaving for their wing assignments. The Protectorate had brought word that the newer Hunters Wing was in need of their excellence, and they answered that call promptly!
But first, the visit to Mama Tani's Fosterling cothold. The new batch of young children and their older counterparts all still rushed out to greet their former foster-brothers -- or more likely to greet their full sized dragons!
"Do you think we could fly?" Asked one young boy, of L'skan. The rider smiled widely and nodded, and for a time, they were all happily skidding through the skies!