The pair burst from /between/ above Asura Weyr. C'glion smiles, unzipping his jacket and soaking up the warm sun. Despite how far it is into the season, weather at Benden Hold still chilled one to the bone. And going /between/ afterwards didn't help much. He basked for a few moments, then signaled Arduth to land. The bronze did so reluctantly, landing with a poof of sand on the Weyr Bowl floor and letting his rider dismount.

C'glion had reached up and unhooked the small package from behind him first, and now he walked towards the Dining Cavern with it slung over his shoulder. He burst into the room, a broad smile on his face. "Who wants to toast to my new found glory as a Wingsecond?" His eyes danced with laughter as he strutted over towards a table.

You'd been sitting in the Dining Cavern, awaiting your friends arrival, and you can't help but laugh. He seems so much like a stuffed wherry now-a-days, though the fact that he was exactly the same as before neglected to cross your mind. You walk up behind him, slapping him on the back. "So, Creg? What've you got this time?"

He grins over his shoulder at you, then sets his bag down on the table. Opening up the flap, he then proceeds to pull out loose rags that had been used as padding. Finally, with a great deal of care and a great deal of drama, he slowly pulled out an aged glass bottle.

You snatch it from his hands in a second, casually tossing it up into the air and catching it. "Well, well. What has our young Weyr Vintner got his hands on this time?" You turn it around, looking at the dark red liquid.

C'glion grabs it back from you with a strained grin. "Never be so ungentle with such a priceless wine, my friend." He wags a finger at you with his free hand, then digs down into his pocket for a moment. He emerges with a cork-screw, and with the greatest of delicacy he twists it into the cork. After two good tugs the cork comes off and the wine bubbles up over the top. Luckily, somehow has presented the two of you with glasses and has handed out some to the rest. He poors some out to those closest, then sets it down on the table.

You raise your glass, a smile on your face. "To C'glion! The young bronzerider who showed that he was arrogant and proud enough to pull off being a Wingsecond and a Weyr Vintner at the same time. That is, if Arduth doesn't eat him first." There is a chorus of laughter to which C'glion gives a wry laugh and a roll of his blue eyes.

There's a plaintive squeak and suddenly C'glion finds himself with a gold firelizard wrapped around his neck. He laughs, picking up her chin and kissing her square on the snout. "And of course, a toast to you my most darling treasure! More priceless than wine!" He smiles as she coos lovingly at him.

Learn more about C'glion here.
See C'glion as a Candidate...
See C'glion as a weyrling...

~Jerdan Weyr~
Where C'glion Impressed Arduth
and where he Impressed Enki!

Background credited to Silverhair!