“Yeah! Plus, being at a Weyr, Thread wasn't an issue or anything. Being on the road was fun, but the Thread was definitely the scariest, even more than the chance for wild wher encounters or bandits~”
The way Marc'oni simply scrolled down his list of potential deadly disasters, one might think he was simply rattling off a shopping list. Barely sounding phased or upset in any regard. Than again, it was easy to get used to over the turns. And really... flying on dragonback right into it was a LOT scarier, in his opinion. But, Amaata probably already knew that – being a dragonrider and all.
“All right!! I'm sure we can coordinate something! I bet we'll see eachother during drills, if anything, there's always various Wings flying around in the Weyrbowl. You'll probably see Gawyth before you see me, though. He's dark blue, with a lighter speckled patch near his butt! He's like if a runner was blue--- and a dragon, if that helps!”
Gawyth wanted to yowl and shriek from inside his weyr upon hearing such a description. 'Like a runner'-- like one of those common smelly land beasts?! That was not impressive or commendable at all!! Why would his rider describe him like that?! Gawyth unfortunately had to keep to himself. Explaining any of these finer issues would be lost on his rider.
The fool.