Central Bowl
 You stand in the center of the Ista Weyr bowl. You feel small as you crane your neck to look into the sky, at the towering five pinnacles of the Weyr rim, so tall they seem to reach into the clouds. The bowl floor slopes gently upward to the southeast, where various tunnels lead to the hatching grounds, ground weyrs, and living caverns. Across the bowl to the northeast are the weyrling barracks and training grounds. You can see the Weyr's artificial waterfall as it sheets down along the northern wall of the Bowl, its pool concealed at the base of the bowl by an ethereal cloud of mist. West, the entire wall of the bowl has been blown out by some long-distant eruption, and you can see clear out to the ocean from here. The view is breathtaking.
  It is a spring sunset.  

Jozzie slips off her lifemate's 'ridges as soon as he touches the ground. She ruffles her wind-blown hair with her fingers as she looks around the bowl. There isn't too much activity going on and she felt that perhaps something would happen in the central bowl if she was lucky.

Nverath is off to the beach for a day, huzzah, hip hip, hooray! Well, more a little visit and swim than a day, but day seems underused of late. So, day it is. And really, he'd rather be in fluid of some sort than wobble-hopping away as he does. The bronze is drunk on land, as would suit his looks. So making the way across the bowl is slow going. Upon seeing Jozzie, however, he pauses for a quick salute, moronic grin, and "Heya!"

Jozzie leans against her lifemate as if hoping to get some insterting looks from weyrfolf as they pass by. Oh a rider! Oh an assistand weyrlingmaster... Then, there is D'baji, who gets the widest grin from the bluerider. "Hello, D'baji." she says with warmth in her tone. Jozzie is in a very good mood if you have not been able to catch it. "How are things going? I see Nverath is working on his flight, very good." 

Kristiana walks in.
D'baji changes course for both himself and his dragon, ambling towards the AWLM and the blue and the like. "Things are alright, I guess. Had a friend come by a few days ago, which was really great... And Nverath likes her, which is a relief. So far he's liked all the pople I do, and then some. And yeah, he's been working on it," is nodded, a pat going towards a bronzen lifemate. "He's been wanting to do it again, actually..." 

Jozzie nods her head, her golden-brown tresses seeming to bob around her cheeks. A simple smile is still on her face as she watches the bronze. "Yes, actually Riyth helped Kazra's Xylyth with some exercises yesterday. The brown was a bit behind, but he did ccatch up rather quickly." she says as she tilts her head to admire the little bronze. Riyth whuffles a belated greeting to both, rider and dragon alike.

Kristiana walks into the bowl, but, seeing the actions going on from dragonrider to dragonrider, stays to the back, silent. Leaning up against a stony wall, she smiles softly, offering the bronze her own silent encouragement as she refrains from interrupting the activity.

Nverath returns Riyth's greeting with a mightily deep warble of his ow, wings stretching hopefully. "So... you think Riyth could teach him some stuff, then? I mean, Nverath seems to do well enough in the air, but he's got a few issues with turning. He goes too sharp, can't always support it..." A frown for the dragon's tendencies to acrobatics, while Nverath, all the more sensitive than D'baji, turns to blink at Kristi before going about with his hopeful stretches. He's excited, don't mind the lack of hello.

Riyth curious as always, finds Kristiana first. He whuffles lowly as he is about to approach the woman for a friendly sniff. "Ahh, no- Riyth. Don't sniff at weyr-folk right now." Jozzie says as she mistakens the SeaCliff Resident for someone from the Weyr. Riyth huffles as he turns to the bronze. He shifts his weight has his whirling eyes turn to question the youngster.

>> Ista Weyr: The watchrider announces the departure of Hannah.
Nverath senses Riyth images dark red and hunter green in a squirl of colors, <<You know how to lift-off, kid?>> he asks with a humming sound of a guitar.

Kristiana only offers a smirk and smile to bronze and rider, arms crossed over her chest as she relaxes. Unknotted one disregards the being called a weyrfolk. She's not one to correct mistakes and possibly embarrass a person. Riyth gets a broad grin though; she likes these draconic types, but doesn't comment for fear that the dragon will get scolded if she interrupts.

Nverath thinks to you, << I bespoke Riyth with: Nverath sends surprised little ripples through his golden stream of thoughts, tinged a bit of an amused green for the thought. <<Of course. It becomes easier all the time,>> is replied with a platinum bar of absolute confidence. >>
D'baji blinks at the blue a moment, and then at his near-vibrating lifemate, whose tail is currently coming dangerously close to thwacking something with its excited swishes. "Alright, well, whenever you and he are ready," is said aloud to the bronze, and then a blink at Jozzie. "He sniffs Weyrfolk? Interesting..." At least it's not glue. Said Weyrfolk is turned to, only, hey looky, it's not a Weyrfolk. A quick blink, followed by a wild wave and gestures towards him. "Hey!" His lifemate's excitement rubs off, it would seem.

Riyth likes humans almost too much, he likes to sniff them. They are all intresting, very intresting. The blue fans out his wings, just to give them a stretch. It's almost like exercising before one does a real work-out. His tail whips behind him in excitement. "He sniffs everyone," Jozzie says as she crosses her arms against her chest. "At least he is being mellow now. He can be a big troublemaker when we wants too." Riyth turns his head to Jozzie at that moment, sending a snort as if saying 'I heard that'. The blue returns to the bronze, bunching his wings back together as he haunches on the ground to get ready to launch of the ground to show the youngster some tricks, or lessons. He springs from off the ground, making dust gather at his large digits of his talons as he takes to the air, hoovering as he beats his wings once or twice to gain some elevation.