"Good Morning, Lacrith!" you call out, hoping the blue will hear you. Lacrith rumbles, and stretches, his great wings extending above the ledge. He peers down at you, his faceted eyes whirling with curiousity.
A moment later, the same dragon is landing gracefully beside you in the sand.
"Oh! it's you! Come on up!" he shouts down to you. "Lacrith won't drop you, you know."
You climb up onto the blue, and hold on to his neckridge. With an easy leap, Lacrith flys to his ledge. He lands on one side of the wide outcropping, and S'rion helps you down.
"It's good to see you again!" the bluerider exclaims. He leads you into the weyr, instead of being less cluttered with work, it seems to be even more so. "Lacrith is all grown up now," S'rion says, "and now I've more time to paint. Folks here commission portraits, or landscapes, and I paint. I do so enjoy it."
Where you're likely to find S'rion:
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