there she is, my beauty. She is small now but she will grow soon into an adult..she is now a weyrling! You look over the boy. He is farily pale and has blondish hair that is cropped short. He is tall and has deep green eyes. You take your eyes from the boy and you scan the room. There is that thread tapestry on the wall 
and many unlit glowbaskets surround the walls. In the corner is a firepit and beside it is a pile of bedding for a hatchling. You look over to the cave enterence and see the weyrbowl busstle. The blue weyrlings, Audieth and Mirath, are trying out their wings and they soar past. He looks out and sees the dragons. He sais " oh I cannot wait to fly with Brackiath! S'win and In'igh are so lucky to have their blues finally airborn!" You agree and say that you must leave. You go and he cries a farewell. His flit chatters a goodbye and swoops at your head as Brackiath warbles a farewell.
