F'ri would never understand why his Aurora wanted to do some of the things she wanted. He was willing to oblige the dragon though, even if it meant waking up well before the sun rose and subjecting himself to the freezing temperatures outside in the bowl then so be it. That's how he found himself in the Bowl well before dawn shivering despite his multitude of layers. He tucked his nose further into the collar of his coat, attempting to prevent his teeth front chattering.
If you would like to go inside, we can. Esheth offered, tearing his eyes from the sky to look back at him. I can watch the sunrise another day. She rocked back slightly, a pale yellow swirling into her otherwise blue eyes.
Don't be silly, Esheth. I'm fine. F'ri denied, rubbing his arms, looking around the bowl. Go back to your sky watching. He smiled slightly as a sense of happiness floated through their bond. It was worth being cold to make the dragon happy. Although he couldn't help but be bored with the the fact that he had nothing to do out here while Esheth watched the sky. He puffed out a breath, sitting on the ground and curling his legs to his chest, trying to conserve his warmth. The smile tugged his mouth further upwards as Esheth began to hum softly, although it dropped completely as he heard a sound behind him, nervously jolting to his feet. Esheth didn't seem to notice though, her attention still focused upwards.
Most people drank klah to liven up. For Larsley it was standing in the cold watching the sunrise that woke him up. The freezing temperatures gave him the same shock as if a cold bucket of water had been applied to his head. And anyways, he got to watch the sunrise. Larsley loved sitting still and watching the day begin. It was natural for him to wake up this early, slip his fur coat on, and head out around this time. Held closely against his chest was a book he was in the middle of. He brushed his golden hair out of his face with his gloved hand and made his way into the weyrbowl. Larsley didn't notice the others in the bowl, his nearsightedness meant he had to be extra careful with where he headed. He saw the first traces of light, the spectacle distracting him as his foot caught on something and he almost lost his balance. The heavy tome clattered to the floor. "Oh" Larsley exclaimed. He bent down and scooped it back up, embarrassed at his near mishap.
The first thing that F'ri noticed was that the newcomer was tall, a great deal taller than his 5'1" stature. He eyed the fallen book nervously, taking a step back towards Esheth, unsure of who exactly he was, or whether or not F'ri was even meant to be out and about this early. "I..ah...are you okay?" He questioned, before realizing that the words came out severely muffled by his layers. He tugged the collar of his coat down, before speaking again. "Sorry about that, I was asking if you were okay?"
Esheth stopped her sky-gazing, turning to look at who F'ri was speaking to. She silently walked over, sitting next to where F'ri was standing, curling her tail around his legs. Ask him who he is, F'ri. The Aurora commanded.
"I, uh," F'ri faltered, looking down at the Aurora. "Esheth would like to know who you are."
Larsley turned to view the sunrise again, but he was again interrupted by a sound coming from...he turned his head, squinting by the faint light afforded him and trying to make out who was talking to him. He could barely see two blurry shapes a short distance away. A dragon and its rider.
The rider asked if he was okay. "I...uh...yes, fine, excellent," he stammered. Larsley was always shy around others. Despite being eldest, his father had chosen his younger brother to replace him as lord holder. Larsley was left to his own devices and Golden Flight was assured a lord holder who'd be able hold meetings without all that awkwardness. Larsley decided to leave the rider and his dragon to enjoy the morning together, he'd slink off to the dining hall for an early breakfast, when the rider, or more appropriately his dragon, asked who he was.
"I am Larsley Filt, son of Galten Filt, lord holder of Golden Flight Hold," he responded in a formal tone. He was always formal when introducing himself, as if the title itself was all anyone needed to know about him. "I...uh...just dropped my book here," he unconsciously held the book tighter to his chest, it really was quite heavy. "And you are?" He suddenly asked. He'd introduced himself, so he might as well know who he was talking to.
"F'ri Medlock, Weyrling of Aurora Esheth." He responded with a nod, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying to gain warmth again. F'ri didn't quite know exactly what to do in this situation, he hadn't exactly met anyone since his arrival at the Weyr. He was far to soft spoken for his own good, a fact that his sister-Fianna-had constantly been annoying him about ever since she arrived.
Greetings Larsley Filt, son of Galten Filt, lord holder of Golden Flight Hold, Esheth greeted him, her voice warm and happy. She thoroughly enjoyed how formal the new comer was, and the fact that he gave her his full title. She loved titles, however if someone didn't give it in the beginning she had to find it other ways, and that was far to time consuming to use in a conversation that was happening at the moment. Have you come to watch the sunrise? You are welcome to say.
Upon Esheth repeating the name and title Larsley had given, F'ri paused. He remembered Fianna gossiping on about how the Lord Holder of Golden Flight had ended up not choosing his first born son as the next lord holder, and instead chose his younger brother. It was quite a good thing that Fianna had decided that sleep was more important than the sunrise. "She's right, we've sort of procured the best spot in the bowl, so you're welcome to sit with us if you'd like."
An aurora! His nearsightedness prevented him from seeing anything more than a blur of color where the dragon lay, but he eagerly moved forward, hoping to see her hide up close, maybe even touch it. Even if he didn't impress, he hoped to see all the colored varieties there were at the Weyr. The dragon herself greeted him by his full title. Yes, I often come out here if it isn't too cold. He responded mentally. The rider agreed with her request to stay, offering Larsley a place to sit. He hoped the weyrling wasn't a chatterbox, he wasn't a fan of long drawn out conversations. Larsley stepped forward, balancing the heavy book against his chest, and approached the aurora, amazed at the sight that he saw before him once his proximity to the dragon was shortened. "May I touch her hide?" he asked the rider in a polite manner, a habit drilled into him since birth. He'd never felt a dragon's hide before.
Esheth hummed in pleasure at the politeness of the comment, she liked this one. She liked this one very much. Tell him he may F'ri. She unwound her tail from her partner's legs, allowing him to back up out of the way.
"She says you may," F'ri passed on the message, sitting on the ground a little bit away, ending his portion of the conversation. If the man wanted to talk to him he could, but F'ri was too cold and tired to even think of how to uphold a conversation at the moment. He tugged the collar of his jacket back up, before tucking his nose and chin back down into his scarf.
Esheth on the other hand stood and crossed the rest of the distance to Larsely, resuming a sitting position next to him, waiting for him to make the first move.
The dragon hummed with pleasure and wandered over to Larsley. As she approached him, he saw the blues, greens and magentas all along her body. It really was as if the Aurora Borealis was arrayed in front of him. He'd never seen them, only read about the lights in books. But if the Aurora's hide was any indication he knew he wanted to see more. She sat down and waited for him to approach. He removed a glove, reached his hand out, and pressed it lightly against the dragon's hide. It was warm, a pleasant feeling compared to the relative cold all around them. Larsley wasn't likely to impress, he wasn't the kind to face threadfall.
There was little, if any magenta visible in Esheth's hide. She was primarily a composition of two shades of green and one shade of blue. The Aurora shifted into the touch slightly, moving her attention to focus back up at the sky, paying little heed to Larsley as the sun began to rise. Esheth allowed her happiness to flow through her bond with F'ri.
This man was interesting, F'ri could find no other way to describe him. He couldn't precisely pin point why exactly his dragon was allowing such friendliness with a complete stranger. Maybe Esheth was simply in a good mood. It was most likely his use of title. The growing Aurora placed too much importance on formality if he himself was asked, but that didn't change the fact that he loved the dragon. If she wanted to be friendly and slightly less formal with a stranger, than he would allow it. Even if it did make him slightly uncomfortable with the happiness that the dragon was allowing to flow through the bond. He wasn't used to Esheth being quite so vocal about who she liked, she generally stayed neutral.
F'ri let out a puff of breath, straightening to a standing position as the sun rose, attempting to work warmth back into his joints. The man seemed interested in the dragon, or more likely her hide. He felt the need to speak, while Esheth didn't find the silence in any way awkward, it was unnerving him slightly. "Are you a Candidate, or...?" He let the question linger, hoping that the other would fill in his occupation if he happened to not in fact be a Candidate.
Larsley heard a puff of breath behind him and turned to see F'ri standing up. He had to squint to see the rider clearly. "Ah yes, I'm a candidate." He replied. Though he doubted he'd impress. Larsley turned back to looking at the dragon's hide. "I've only been here for a couple of months. Not as warm as home but I got used to it."