Matoath was absolutely delighted her brother was trying to be kind to Hers. Her Amila was so anxious and shy that Matoath was often reassuring her that she was fine -- right where was was meant to be with her, and while it worked and Amila spent every moment possible with her -- training was a thing Matoath worried about. Amila's interactions with others, Matoath worried about. However she also knew her rider was sontent doing anything if Matoath was nearby, and so she'd convinced her to come meet another sibling.
That Amila liked doing. Her peerless taste at least opened her up to meeting others and by extension, other riders and Matoath was pleased when Ingonth had asked to meet her and her rider to help the girl look less.... Well, like sand, Matoath would say, the dragonet was all too happy to work with him, making sure he knew there was no business of scaring her rider to be endured. She didn't fully understand this fashion thing -- and her rider looked perfect to her, but anyone wanting to help the little one share the lifepartner she'd chosen off was someone worth hearing, and the dragonet gently guided Amila out with graceful steps, winges close to her sides. Today was no exception to the girl's less than wise color and fashion choices, though it was slightly less painful. The girl was lightly tanned with blonde hair and green eyes, wearing a beige clouse with brown coat and brown skirt, alongside what suspiciously resembled work boots as she followed her green, the blonde wide eyed a bit. In her entire life she'd never considered dressing up -- a cothold farmgirl, she'd been taught to wear easily replaced or soiled clothing -- which sur[prisingly meant browns and natural, undyed fabrics. She never thought much of it until now, and the Feast made her feel woefully inadequate. Still, the weyrling did listen when Matyoath talked and today the draghonet wanted her to meet her brother.
Assumedly the one with the young man outside of the barracks, and she waved quietly, tucking her hair behind one ear awkwardly.
"Oh, ah... Hello."
Matyoath had far less worry, and readily moved, walking to her sibling and crooning softly, booping his muzzle fondly in a polite, loving greeting.
Brother, it's good to see you today. You and Yours are looking very well!
