A Long Overdue Congrats! [ Kitarial, Ageno]

[Ezra]

Elsa was finally making the time work for today to go congratulate her dearest friends on the impressions of their beautiful blue dragons. Being a fully fledged rider had her so unbelievably busy that she rarely had more energy than to drag herself to the baths at the end of the day and collapse into her bed. Despite her reservations when she first impressed to Irohith, she could not have been blessed with a better partner. Even if he liked to make as if he was always so crotchety, she knew better, and his steadfast influence had an effect on the young woman and she had grown slightly bolder and believed in her own convictions a bit more these days.

But right now, she had two very important people to meet up with and waited outside, sitting in the weyrbowl with Irohith, whom was enjoying some afternoon sunshine, a pleased hum of his mind voice in her head told her all she needed to know, her dragon was relaxing too. She leaned back against her brown and ran a hand down his neck, almost to soothe her own slightly elevated nerves. Excitement soon overrode the nervousness, and she looked about to see if she could see Noct or Fen in the distance.

[Kitarial]

Fen of Blue Molloth

It had been a long time since he’d seen both Elsa and Noct together. Long before either himself or Noct impressed, and not long after Elsa had met her Irohith. But she was a fully fledged rider now, and he and Noct were weyrlings. They were all more busy than before, those candidate days had far more time for meeting on their hands. But, even so, Fen still felt very soft looking at his friends.

Making his way down to the agreed meeting spot, Molloth trailing after him, the young man was excited to finally have a meeting, just the three of them and their dragons. ”Where are we going, Fen?” Molloth asked, curiousity coloring his tone. He was happy to be with Fen, of course, but they hadn’t really left the weyr’s main buildings since the hatching.

“To meet an old friend. My best friend besides you, even,” was his reply, his tone warm and his eyes soft, though his gaze wasn’t focused on Molloth. Eventually, with the blue trotting by his side, he caught sight of exactly who they were meeting and seemed to light up. “Elsa!”

[Agenothree]

Noct and Astiaith walked quietly together in High Reaches' Weyrbowl, en route to meet Fen and Elsa after what felt like Turns since seeing them all together. Since Elsa's Impression to her Irohith, he'd found he'd missed her company more than he expected, so he'd been quite pleased to receive her message to meet her and Fen today. Well, as pleased as he could be, which could amount to little more than perhaps a small smile. Astiaith was agreeable enough about attending, though quiet as was his way. Something of an odd dragon, not at all what Noct expected...but he found he liked him regardless.

A voice calling a name caught Noct's focus from his inward thoughts. It was Fen who'd called to Elsa, spotting him and Molloth approaching her and Irohith, so incredibly massive in contrast to his own and Fen's blues. Astiaith didn't seem troubled about that fact...or troubled at all, as he was wont to do. These are your friends? he drawled, electing to focus on what his Noct was so attentive toward for but a moment. Yeah, Elsa and Fen, Noct confirmed, remembering to practice his telepathy. Astiaith made a sound of acknowledgement as his mind drifted elsewhere, away from Noct's immediate awareness. Noct had to huff a laugh to himself, but said nothing more; they'd arrived.

"Fen, good to see lessons didn't chew you and Molloth up too bad," he joked, stretching his arms above his head, groaning as something popped. But looking at Elsa, Noct cracked a smile at seeing her again, a fully-fledged dragonrider where a Candidate once stood. "Elsa, it's...really good to see you again," he said. "And Irohith too." Movement close to his hip made him remember his manners. "Shards, right..." he mumbled as he regarded Astiaith, who regarded him calmly. "Astiaith here's my blue." I am Astiaith, he confirmed, as though he hadn't really been focusing on his bonded's conversation earlier. Typical.