It's still fairly chilly, but the coldest of the winds breeze over the top of the Weyr Bowl, and only a rare few veer downwards to sweep through the Bowl. One such swept across the entrance to a weyr on the second level. It went right by the young dragon sleeping soundly in the dragon cavern, and into the living cavern not far beyond. A young man, sitting at the table, just barely noticed as a small round object was given a gentle push by the wind and went rolling off the edge of the short, round table.

It rolled across the floor, and he watched it out of the corner of his eye. His hands and mind were occupied with the long string in his hand. He did, however, take notice as it disappeared into the dragon chamber. Standing up, he went to retrieve it. As he did, a small, dark shadow jumped out from hiding among the other small, dark shadows. It landed on the small ball, then proceeded to bat it around in ever direction with its paws.

"Hey now, cut that out." The young man grinned as he leaned down to pick up both shadow and ball. The small black shadow rolled on its back and playfully swung a paw at its friend. It didn't notice, however, then in the process it sent the ball skipping towards the entrance to the cavern. Both, however, looked up at the sound that echoed from just below after it went slipping off the ledge.

"Shaffit! What's that?"

The young man turned and looked over the edge, then down at the person below him. They held up the small round object, rubbing the top of their head in the process. It's you, in fact, and at the moment your pondering why little shiny balls are falling out of the sky and landing on your head.

"Hey down there." You look up, seeing a young man smiling down at you. He has light brown hair that's cut short, but not as short as some. He actually has what appears to be a light stubble over his upper lip, a characteristic which isn't very common among Pernese men. His eyes, darker than his hair, watch you carefully.

You wave up at him, then hold up your other hand. In your palm is the small ball. "This belong to you?"

He nods, his smiling widenly a bit. "Sure is. Care to bring it up? I promise that nothing else'll hit you up here." He grins, then turns back into his weyr after you nod. The small shadow on the floor sits up and watches him, then mews questioningly. "I suppose it's one way to meet people, eh Gi?"

When you step in through the entrance of the dragon cavern the young man has disappeared. You walk through the cavern, casting a sideways glance at the large, stone couch. The bronze dragon who had been resting there gets to his feet, looking at you curiously with whirling blue eyes.

"Be nice now, Migath." The voice laughs from the other room. "They've been invited." The bronze didn't seem unnerved by you in the first place, but now he decides that you've had enough attention. He walks over to the ledge from which you just entered and jumps into the air, circling down semi-gracefully to the Weyr Bowl.

"Come in, I might drop things on people but I don't bite." You duck behind a green curtain that falls until about a foot above the floor. Sitting behind a low-set table is the young man from earlier. He has his legs tucked beneath him, and he offers you the one chair that's pulled up to the table.

You take a seat, and are quite surprised to find a small animal jumping up from under the table and into your lap. The feline sniffs you, then falls into a fit of purrs when you begin to run your hand across the furr on her back.

He grins across at you. "Giza doesn't bite either." He sets down what he had been working on, then reaches across to you. "I'm Q'dyen, a humble bronzerider, if there is such a thing." He smiles, not a sarcastic or a wry smile, but a smile. His face has an honest quality you find yourself warming to, despite the fact that he dropped a bead on your head.

Thinking of it, you pull it out of your pocket where you'd set it and then place it on the table. He smiles, reaching over and picking it up. "Thanks." He then reaches down and picks up what he had been working on before. It's a long string of pearls, all of them seemingly exactly like the one you just returned to him. "A birthing day present for my sister. I made one for my mother a while back, and she insists I make one for each of them. Lady Qaelli is very fond of pearls, seeing as how their one of our main exports from the sea that you can't eat." He grins lightly.

"So, you're a rider? Nice weyr, I thought most of the nice second level ones were taken by the senior Wingleaders and the rest..." You let your eyes roam around the room as you talk. It's fairly simple, with a small bed and a large tapestry covering one of the walls. The tapestry is the common one of dragons flaming Thread, used more to keep out the cold than for real decoration.

"Yes, my father picked it out." He lifts his eyes away from the necklace, letting them look around his humble weyr. Then he turns his eyes back to you, a smile on his face. "Father always makes sure he gets the best. Have you ever been to Bay Hold?"

You admit that you haven't, then ask if he's from there.

He smiles. "Yes, I am." His smile is slightly amused. "Would you like to hear a bit more about me? You might be interested..."

Jerdan Weyr:
Where Q'dyen Impressed Migath

Sapphire Weyr:
Where Giza was adopted from

To the weyrfolk

or

To the Weyr Bowl