Rina was sitting with her back against the wall that bordered the Weyr Bowl from the jungle beyond. She watched the skies, dragons coming and going, flying overhead. And her big sister was in charge of all this. She hadn't understood when mom first told her Rilora had Impressed a Gold. She knew it was important, but she was a little kid then. Now she knew better.
She had been flying with Rilora, with Lithena, just like today since Hrith had brought her to the Weyr. She didn't need watching, but she had been left in Lithena's not-so-capable hands anyway. Bre was with friends. It wasn't fair. She didn't need to be watched. She was plenty grown up. Soon she would even be old enough to be Searched and Impress a dragon of her own just like her big sisters. She could live here and go explore with her own dragon and have adventures. Rilora had a soft spot for her, the family's youngest - she'd get sweets and go out for lunches and fly anywhere, because she'd be the Weyrwoman's sister. Just like how Lithena got to goof off all day.
So if Lithena was even bothering to look for her, Rina hoped it took a good long while. She'd like to get to know some more of the dragons and what they were like so she could know ahead of time what her's would be. Watch her tell everyone what she'd Impress and then be right.
Lan let out a large yawn as he walked out into the Bowl. Syne sat on his hand, hood on, though his head moved at nearby noises. He had left his two Firelizards back in his room, as Syne’s hunting tendencies would conflict with the fact that the bird just needed exercise. So it was just them today. Too early for Lan’s taste but he had earlier shifts today. Oh well.
He scooted more to the side of the Bowl, out of the way of riders and traffic, before removing Syne’s hood. Syne’s head looked this way and that, and the bird ruffled his feathers. He didn’t move his feet though. Lan lower his hand before raising it, and Syne took off. He rose slowly, just hanging in the air, nearly silent wing flaps take him up. Lan watched for a while before heading to a wall to lean on. Which was already occupied a bit.
“Oh, Hello.” Lan gave a smile. Kids didn’t bother him. This girl seemed to be watching the dragons? A good past time. He got a spot of wall and watched Syne fly. “Nice day to watch the skies, isn’t it?”
Rina sat forward and looked back over her shoulder at the voice. An adult. About Lithena's age. Was he looking for her? If not, best to not give it away. "Hello," she said as she shifted around to face the man. He was tall.
"Yeah, nice day like this all the dragons are out," Rina replied. She had folded her legs in, still sitting, neck craned up to look at both the man and the sky. "Like that one. He's big!" Rina exclaimed, pointing as a dark Crimson shape passed through the sky. She watched the dragon grow smaller as it flew farther. "D'you have one, mister?"
Lan looked up in time to spy the large Crimson fly off and nodded appreciatively. “He is at that.” He turned back as she asked him if he had a dragon and he smiled.
“Not a dragon, no, but I have a lovely lady all the same. I’m a handler.” He glanced up to check on Syne before continuing. “And I got a neat little fair. So I’d say I have all the dragonkin I need.” He certainly would be a greedy guts if he asked for more than that.
“What’s your favorite color? I’m sure you have one. I would say Black for myself, but I am biased.” He chuckled lightly at that. He had no trouble admitting it though, so that was something.
A handler? Didn't they stay up late? Well, they were all grown up, could choose when to go to sleep. He didn't look like the sleepy handler she often saw around Golden Flight.
"Aurora," she said, staring up at him. "Don't seem them here so much." She had seen a pair of them visit several months back and they reminded her of Rainbows. She had always admired the colorful ones. Rainbows especially. But she didn't want that job. No. Then her sister would be the boss of her forever. She wasn't little any more like when mom and Rilora took care of everyone. Plus Auroras were littler, agile, and colorful, and unique. "My sister rides a Black dragon though. She's nice."
"What're you doing up in the middle of the day though, mister Handler? Is your wher asleep? And you said you had flitts?"