After signing the registration form, you walk out of the small building. Another Queen meets your eyes, but this one seems slightly younger and smaller. A different woman stands at her side, leaning casually against the golden flank. Spotting you, she meanders over. A brilliant smile lights her features and she, too, shakes your hand with a firm grip.
"Hi. My name is S'sha, rider of gold Kylith over there. I'm Weyrlady of Igen."
She grasps your shoulders and steers you towards Kylith, who shifts her weight. You mount with a bit more ease this time, and S'sha just grins. "We're taking you to the crossroads. From there, you can go to whichever Hold or Hall you chose." Swiftly and without warning, the shimmering dragon launches into the warm air. A small yelp lodges in your throat as you hear S'sha's command to go between.
A second later, you're in the freezing cold, lightless void. You can hear your heart hammering, but can't feel S'sha or Kylith. One heartbeat. Two. Three. Four... and with a rush of wonderfully warm air, you're back in the sun. You start breathing again and look down as Kylith begins a lazy spiral. Caravans are loading, people are wandering, and most are being pointed down one of the many roads there. With a heart-jolting drop, Kylith backwings to settle to the ground, folding broad pinions against her flanks. S'sha assists you, then points you where to go.
