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Rain was pouring in ernest, soaking the slopes and forests around the Weyr, just another typical day for the Weyr, but challenging to train and keep fit in. S'kagi had clearly been trying though, since although he'd changed clothes before making his way to the kitchens to grab a piece of bread and a drink, his hair was still quite damp, and showed the tell tale creases of being soaked while tied back to keep it from his eyes while flying with Coriath.
ALl this and teaching Candidates and Weyrlings besides, it felt like it would be some time before the Weyr was able to catch it's collective breath.

It was slightly debatable if, when he turned toward her, he'd put her off being open for good, since the other half of his face when revealed, also revealed several scars, white and visible on his sun browned skin, and made no more subtle by being compared to the black hair sticking to his skin.
He tossed the hot roll he'd snatched from hand to hand, letting it cool down, and also revealing the knot of a bronze-rider on his shoulder as he offered her an smile that was made slightly crooked by the scar through his lower lip. Catching the hot roll in one hand he made a hasty gesture, raking his fingers through his hair to try and comb wet strands down over the scars.
"Enjoying our classic Ista Weather?" He asked, jokingly. She didn't look familiar, but he wasn't sure that meant much. He knew he hadn't searched her, though she looked young enough to be one of the horde of candidates and he wondered if she was.

"Well if you find a low enough entrance you could probably swim from one side of the Weyr bowl to the other right now." He joked, though his brief glance down at his own shoes was an very subtle indicator he'd noticed the brief falter in her smile. "But I wouldn't trade this for any Weyr." He added, just in case his opinion of his home was in question. He took her hand in his own, which had much different callousing from his own, unique work, and long fingers.
"S'kagi, my partner is Coriath. Sorry we haven't met, I've been neck deep in Weyrling lessons and trying to work with my wing. You're a candidate?" He asked. If she wasn't he was going to feel an idiot, though her lack of familiarity made it more likely. "Sorry for the trouble getting around, I'm sure the number of people isn't helping much. How long have you been here?"

"Well out of the two halves, one of us had to be worth a damn so I guess it was him." He joked, winking. "I know what you mean though, yes I do still think I was very lucky." His own expression softened a little more, a little wistful, perhaps even a faint melancholy note, but mostly wistful. "I count my blessings every time I hear him."
"I think you're worrying about it too much." He added, indicative of her embarrassment, which was sort of amusingly awkward. "Where are you from?" He asked, honestly curious. "I don't get out for as many search flights as perhaps I should. I'm sure I'm missing out on any number of interesting locations, and word from home." He added, trying to make her more comfortable. "I was Hold born. My mother was a weaver, though it's a damn good thing I impressed because the only thing I could weave was an terribly ugly fishing net."

"We're about a days walk from the ocean here, though I'm sure it's much harder to smell for all the greenery outside." He noted, conversationally, relaxing as she laughed. He enjoyed being able to make people do that. There was enough about what he did that was serious, and most of the Weyrlings were more interested in glaring him as though they had come pre-equipped with a guidebook to handling new dragons, straight from the hold. "The rain brought me in, I figured Coriath and I would start growing gills if we were out much longer, and it was getting hard to see." He brushed absently at damp hair again and shook a few droplets of rain water off to the side. "That and this way I can actually enjoy a cup of Klah without him trying to spill it. He's positive I drink far too much of it." He didn't have any now, though he'd been debating it, and instead broke apart the hot roll he'd been juggling with an broad, theatrical shrug as though to say 'What can you do'?

"Well it wasn't raining yet when I went out." He admitted. "I was just trying to stay in practice with riding Coriath." Not that there seemed to be much point these days, but then again he also did enjoy just being out in the sky where it wasn't so busy and crowded. "We probably could have just gone between but I suppose I was just looking to burn off some energy, get my thoughts together."
"Coriath has some...very definite impressions on Klah, mostly about the smell." He admitted, with a chuckle.

"Well I'm not the master instructor." He offered, with a faint shrug. "It's... it's a lot of work, and for some people it's a huge transition, and so strange since it's a peice of you that you never knew was missing. Gets more complicated when you think about how many people have the potential to impress that don't." He could wax philosophical about that, but really it was probably too early and too boring a topic.
"... I was... a bit of a brat about it. I took it as liberation, though Coriath and I clearly worked it out pretty quickly, though if I hadn't been -very- lucky, he could have been left with permanent scaring on his hide from not being properly oiled." He gave her an appologeticly wry smile. It was a mistake that could be uncovered early enough, so he might as well use it as a teaching experience.

"Yes sort of." He laughed, though something she'd said brought back that slightly sad look. "Huge, flying runners that can go 'Between'. We were very fortunate though, as impressive as the clutches have been, we've managed to avoid having any hatchings go "Between". Hopefully we'll have a repeat this time... and then with any luck, things will stay calm and safe until such time as the Hatchlings are old enough to learn to go 'Between' themselves." He drew in a thoughtful breath, biting the scar at the corner of his lip again in troubled thought. "Then they'll be in danger again. But that's a while to come, and we'll have time yet. You might even Impress." He added, fishing to see her reaction.
Some of the Candidates had facinating views on it, especially now days. "Sometimes I wonder if part of it isn't so much that we aren't complete without a dragon, so much as we might now grow without one. There are those who have the potential to acheive that hidden part of themselves without. Also even if you didn't, the Weyr is very welcoming to those with the potential, especially women I'll admit."