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Gylren was merely watching the dragons in the Weyrbowl with his usual calm manner, lounging on a large boulder off to the side. He tugged gently in the light cloth of the scarf he always had wound around his neck, replacing it to cover the scar that adorned his neck like a necklace that would never come off. The tall, lanky Candidate draped himself luxuriously over the boulder, readjusting his position to one more comfortable. Folding his arms behind his head, Gylren closed his eyes and began to doze off, letting the sun's rays keep him warm as he stretched out lazily. Today was a good day to just flop over somewhere like this, and Gyl was going to take advantage of that.

"Mmm?" Gyl cracked open a barely-visible eye at the newcomer, propping himself up on his side and resting his head on his hand. He gave Raysan a thoughtful look before smiling his welcome. Gylren opened his mouth to say something, forgetting for a moment exactly why he wore that scarf, but when it popped back into his head, he shut his mouth with an apologetic look. He waved a little before sitting up and focusing his attention on his current rockmate, wondering exactly what it was that had gotten him so flustered. Today was too good a day to be mad, so he'd have to cheer him up somehow. But how would he do that, hmm? It'd be difficult without talking, but Gyl would find a way, like he always did.

Gyl kind of got the feeling that maybe he shouldn't be staring, and he looked over his shoulder at the dragons behind them by way of answer. He also figured that maybe he should give at least an attempt to explain exactly why he hadn't said anything yet. But oblivious Gyl was oblivious, and thus any possible confusion at his silence was completely unnoticed. Maybe he should carry around a little book to write down what he wanted to say in, as that would clear up a lot of confusion and make things much, much easier. Too bad he hadn't though of that sooner, otherwise this would be a much easier situation to negotiate through, rather than doing charades and gestures by way of communication.

Gyl held up his hands in a supplicating gesture with a shake of his head before gesturing to his throat and making a slash through the air, trying his best to tell exactly why he wasn't speaking. His thoughts flashed back to the idea of a notepad, and he honestly wished that he would have had the foresight to actually bring one. He didn't have any writing utensils or anything to write on on him, which wasn't good. It seemed that the other Candidate wasn't too happy, and Gyl really didn't want to get in a fight or anything. That would be bad, especially when he was so newly introduced to the Weyr.

Sore throat? Uh, hmkay, that'd work. Gyl nodded when Raysan mentioned the weather, smiling as a breeze flowed through the weyrbowl, ruffling his hair with its invisible fingers. The scarf fluttered and was tugged off by the overly playful wind, leaving Gyl to flail at it before grabbing it midair as he jumped-slash-fell off the boulder. This managed to show off Gylren's scar pretty well, however, which was not the intention. He hadn't known that it had become so obviously visible then, but he replaced the scarf with a slight flush, climbing back on to the spot he had previously occupied. Gyl made sure that his scarf was tightly replaced this time, frowning slightly.

Gyl nodded, running a hand through his hair, looking a little abashed. He didn't like showing off the scar, and especially not unintentionally like that. At least the other guy wasn't seemingly prepared to tear his head off anymore, which was something. Gylren was relatively on it today, surprisingly, so he was able to tell at least that much about what Raysan was currently feeling. A Green soared overhead, temporarily distracting Gyl from his rockmate and sending his eyes skyward, a slight slime playing around his lips as he watched the Green. She really was a beautiful dragon, and in the air, she was graceful. Gyl silently wondered who her rider was, as they must be a pretty good person to have Impressed something do beautiful.