You walked back out to the courtyard and find a rider waiting for you. His riding helmet is strapped on tight as if he was going somewhere.
"Want a lift?" He calls to you. "Benatith and I would be more than happy to take you. I am M'irai, cousin to the one that you can here with. And this is Benatith," He said, guesturing behind him.
You look look up at the large red dragon standing behind him.
"I know his coloring may be a little unconventinal," M'irai sighed, "but he is a great dragon, and we are the best transport in this weyr. Now, were would you like to go?" |
