Outside

[Fowa]

The great outdoors...anywhere around the Hall. This is getting redundant.

[Fowa]

The green dragon slowly dipped toward land, settling far enough off not to disturb the runnerbeasts, and told her rider. -That one-

[Draco]

Relorn caught sight of the Green dipping down from the sky, and halted his runner to look over at the dragon.

"Jartal," he said, and the other rider came to halt as well. Relorn looked around, seeing no one else, he slid of the beast, handing the reigns to Jartal who had just done the same, "Stay here," he said, heading over towards the dragon.

"Can I help you?" he called out as he approached.

[Fowa]

Fowa smiled and slid down off of Peganth's back, nodding to the young man who approached. "I'm called Fowa," she said, hoping she sounded appropriately official. "Rider of green Peganth. We're here on Search." She looked him up and down for a moment, doubtful, but she knew that Peganth wouldn't make a mistake, so she shrugged. "Peganth says you could Impress."

[Draco]

Relorn's mouth curved up in a slight smirk, and he asked jokingly, "And you? Do you think I impress?"

[Fowa]

"Not me," Fowa said, shrugging. "Dragons have different tastes, however. What's your choice?" Normally, she would have been nicer; she believed, like E'van did that Riders served no purpose in behaving arrogantly...but sometimes the reputation had its advantages.

[James]

Relorn cleared his throat, "I... sorry, that was stupid..." he said, "I mean... she thinks I could actually become a dragonrider?"

[Fowa]

"That's what she says," Fowa replied, smiling slightly. "If you're willing to come to the weyr, we'll have to notify your family...or your craftmaster, depending. You never did introduce yourself."

[Draco]

"Oh... right.. Relorn, from the Breeding Crafthall..." Relorn said, "I... uh... yes, I'll go... um... Jartal can bring word back to the hall..."

[Fowa]

Fowa nodded, aknowledging both Relorn and the other boy with him. Then she turned and clambered quickly back onto Peganth's back, looking expectantly down at him.

[Draco]

"Jartal, return to the crafthall with the news," he said before he struggled briefly to take a place on Peganth's back.

[Fowa]

"Bit different from riding a dumb runner," Fowa remarked as Relorn climbed up, notably without help from Peganth. Then the dragon took off, and she threw a terse explanation of between over her back befor Peganth disappeared into the void.