Koet's Weyr

You thank L'star for your ride and look around this weyr. Koet's if you are correct. You are looking around at the room, when a little gold flies up to you

"Myroor!" a voice calls out, echoing in the emptiness of the weyr. A teenager, around sixteen you'd say, has the gold flit fly to his shoulder. He has messy golden brown hair and a warm, welcoming smile. "Hello visitor," he says, "I am Koet. My flit here is Myroor. She's very young, I Impressed her only the day before. My mother gave me an egg as a farewell and good luck gift. I didn't expect Myroor to be gold. I was Searched only recently, and what sort of person wouldn't accept a chance to Impress? But I can't continue doing harper things if I Impress. The price these things pay..." Time continues and you continue talking until time forces you to leave.