You burst out of between in warm sunlight. The green dragon you're riding on, Jhacath, bugles a clear greeting to the other dragons as she spirals down into the spacious Weyrbowl. The rider in front of you turns around and grins. "Welcome to our humble home, Andromeda Weyr. Hope the ride wasn't too unsettling!"

Sliding off down Jhacath's shoulder, you stand still for a minute, unsure of what to do and where to go. Ritana indicates several choices. "Over there are the Hatching Grounds. Our fourth clutch has just been laid, and there's several flights coming up. We're a daughter Weyr of Mooncrest Weyr, if you don't know. Most of their old riders now live here. To your left are the stables, but there aren't many runners there. We don't want them to be frightened by all the dragons. If you'd like to see the new Records Room and a few awards, it's through that door. I think Weyrwoman Lythena's written down the history of Andromeda, if you'd like to see it. Or I could take you to another Weyr." she raises her eyebrows expectantly.

Don't worry, visitor. Ritana is always like this. speaks up an amused voice in your head. You gasp and look up at the massive (to you, anyway) green dragons. Jhacath seems to chuckle and lowers her head. Ritana smiles at you. "Never been bespoken by a dragon, hmmm? Jhacath's a talkative one." the rider tells you, patting her dragon's foreleg.

You talk more than me, rider mine. you hear Jhacath retort, and quickly walk away as rider and dragon begin bickering good-naturedly.