"Ahh, what? Oh, sorry. I didn't know there was anyone else in the weyr. I'm P'tal, and I'm just cleaning out my weyr. It's a hopeless task, I've been trying to clean it out since I Impressed. Have you seen my Yawlith yet? He's over there on the dragoncouch." Just then, you feel something breathing. You slowly turn to find a huge blue staring at you curiously, and you sincerely hope he isn't hungry.
P'tal laughs. "Yawlith doesn't eat people, you don't have to worry. I Impressed him at Gallimim Weyr, which is also where I Impressed my brown Jakart. You seem to have met him." You wonder how he could have known that, then relize that the little flit has landed on your head so lightly you didn't feel it. "Yawlith has to eat now, I better go get his meat. Have a nice visit!" P'tal exits into the back rooms, and you gently remove the flit and leave.