It was time for Peiko's turn on the fireheights. Of the rider duties, this was her least favorite. It was boring, and she often had company. And that company? Often annoying as forsk. As Tuncath landed, letting Peiko slip off of his neck, his rider surveyed the area. Someone was here, already. Guard duty with Negan? He wasn't exactly the most pleasant person, someone that Peiko didn't enjoy being around. Not that she had to be around him often. She only even knew his name from his reputation, after all.
She scowled at him, before giving him a small, reluctant nod of acknowledgement. "So I guess you're on the fireheights with me today, old man?" she asked, her crotchety nature showing in her voice.
Greetings, Tuncath said, but offered no more. No apology for his rider, no further pleasantries. A simple nod to the pair, and nothing more. Peiko recognized that saying hello was probably the polite thing to do, as her dragon had done. She did not give a forsk.