It was late in the afternoon when a loud bugle pierced the air, disturbing the relative silence. A blue descended from the place it had betweened from, laden with various things. The dragon touched down for a few minutes, his rider speaking with a few people before moving off in the direction of the weyrs. It wasn't long after that the blue was soon seen scattering from person to person emitting a «Hi, I'm Dalasith, want to be my friend?» no matter who they were or whether or not they were a rider.
A New Arrival