...piercing the lake's waters. It doesn't appear that they've been here long, for the weyrling is just now shrugging out of her jacket to her sleeveless shirt. Fresh in from an outWeyr appointment, T'rev's still in leathers too, though he's abandoned his jacket. Mecaith touches base with Liath in typically polite fashion as he glides across the lake, his shadow blocking some of the sun that dapples...

...muttering to herself, "This can't be right." Skimming low over the lake, Mecaith arrives with a polite: < < Good day Liath. May we land upon your ledge? >> And from the bronze dragon's back T'rev calls out a bright greeting that ought to be audible inside. "Hey Niss! Big brother's coming in!" Which is far less formal and very jovial. Liath lifts her head with a bright trill for Mecaith, her...