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F'law had found it difficult to find Benden riders to eat with, and he wasn't comfortable with the Trine and Malvren riders. He was sure N'mol would rather he wasn't hanging around all the time. So he had eaten quickly and left. The young man kept to the mostly covered walk-ways as he ambled. He has absolutely no idea what to do with himself now. His feet turned toward his dragon's wallow. Maybe he could check up on the blue and see if he needed anything.
What troubles you Mine? Zurith lifted his dark head and turned green eyes on his rider.
"I don't know what to do with myself. There's just too many riders and none of them familiar. This whole place isn't familiar." It was a pitiful arguement, but the best he could make.
The blue considered this a moment. We could go flying, or you could take me to the feeding pens. I wouldn't mind a small herdbeast today. Zurith stretched his wings and neck. Getting familiar with the territory might help you fit in better with the other riders. The dragon offered.
F'law blanched at the thought of flying. How was it he had come to Impress a dragon? Whoever had heard of a rider scared to fly his own dragon? He was ashamed that he was scared, but tried not to show it. Shells forbid he'd tell anyone. "Maybe we could get you something to eat." Meek but it wouldn't be as bad as flying; though he had to admit the blue had a point.
