Suddenly, a brown flit appears from in-between right onto a stack of papers! You dive for them, and right them just in time.
The boy looks surprised for a minute, then smiles and speaks. "Thank you traveller, I didn't even see Pital! I am R'tan, and this is my Genomoth. I Impressed her at Gallimim Weyr a while ago. We recently became full-fledged fighters, and thanks to her speed, we haven't been scored yet!" He scratches the dragon's eyeridges in pride, causing the half-closed eyes to close all the way. Suddenly, he frowns, and scratches off some skin from just above the ridge. "Oh dear, you do need to be oiled again. I think you're still growing! Excuse me traveller, but I'm afraid I've got to oil her now or forget about it. And besides, she's got to feed soon, and I suppose you don't like to watch dragons eat?" You grimace, and decide to explore some more weyrs.