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The blue had been lightly dozing when his rider had moved away from him, and he opened one eye to look at E'koyo. What are you doing?

The rider grinned, pulling on his boots. "Now that it's later, I'm going to hunt up a wherhandler or two. Thought they might have a different perspective on things."

That is a good idea. Take your notebook, and I will listen to your thoughts. I do not see any reason for me to come with you.

"Alright then." He grabbed up his bag, and slung it over a shoulder. "I'll call you if I need you." He made his way out, and started to wander, looking to see if he could find anyone. He supposed that he could have just gone to the wherhandler quarters, but what would have been the fun in that.

Instead, he had headed over to where the prisoners were kept, hoping to run into one of the guards. He wasn't intending on interupting a patrol, rather he was hoping to join in. It would be nice to see how that worked, and if it worked with a wherhandler, then perhaps he'd see about shadowing someone else.

He blinked, catching a quick glimpse of a handler and their wher. They were hard to spot in the darkness, and he spoke to Agith. Can you ask the wher if it would mind stopping?

The blue responded with a feeling of agreement, and then felt out for Resk and his handler, speaking to both of them. Mine would like to join you on your rounds. He asks if you would mind stopping for a moment so that he can join you without having to sneak up on you. He knows better than to sneak up on a wher.

"I apologize for interupting your patrol like this," the bluerider said, catching up with the pair of them. "And if you'd like to tell me to fly off you're more than welcome to. I'm sure I could find somebody else to bother."

It'd serve him right if she did. He did have a tendency to jump headfirst into things without thinking them through, and one of these days it was going to bite him. Hopefully it wouldn't be today.

"My name's E'koyo, rider of Blue Agith, and I was hoping that you might let me tag along. Please." Most of what he had gotten from the young weyrlings had been tinged with emotion, which made it slightly biased. A wherhandler on the other hand, well, they impressed slightly differently, and he was hoping that that might give a slightly different perspective on the events going on around here. "I'd like to see how things are done here."

"Completely. I've got decent night vision once I get adjusted, and if I get injured, I'll make sure that you don't get written up." He grinned. "Likely'd be my own fault anyways."

He wasn't exactly expecting to be sniffed by the wher, but when it did, he rather, since he could clearly see that the wher was a bronze, which made it a male. They were alot like dragons in that aspect, and he wondered briefly if the mutations would show up in them as well, or if they were a different enough species for it not to matter.

He held out his hand to the wher. "You're a pretty fellow." He looked over to Revrend. "Thanks. I'll do my best, and if you think I'm getting in the way, just let me know and I'll head out. Wouldn't want to distract you from your job." He didn't think that would go over very well with anyone. "Do you have much trouble with the inmates as you patrol?"

E'koyo smiled, amused that the wher responded much like a cat. He had thought about being a wher handler once upon a time, before he had been searched to be a rider, and if he wouldn't have impressed, it was likely he would have.

Amazing how one little thing can change a path.

He listened to her explanation, nodding. That made sense. He had to wonder if perhaps some extra stimulation would be helpful for the other prisoner rows, but he couldn't think of what they could do. He would work on figuring that out later. "Do you think that extra stimulation might help the non general population prisoners?" he asked, in the same low voice that she had used. They hadn't been sent here to fix the prison, but E'koyo was starting to think that they might have to.

"How often do you have shifts?" he asked quietly, trying to figure out how the schedule worked. "And how long are they, if you don't mind me asking. I know I'm prying, but I'm just trying to get a sense of how this place works."

Hmm. "Yes, that probably wouldn't be very good." Wait. Did she just say that all three of the blocks were let out at the same time? What was up with that? "Are there many problems when they're out together?"

She had willing given him more information than he had asked for, something that he appreciated. He'd have to find a way to thank her for this. He listened intently, and then frowned. That sounded incredibly unfair to the wherhandlers, that their shifts were longer with less breaks, but he wasn't really sure what they could do about it. Maybe...

This was going to take some thought, but he already had a couple of ideas in his head. Talking to her was ending up being quite insightful.

And the things that he was thinking wouldn't even be out of what they could do for this place, convincing people to transfer up here. Probably not too many of thier wing, as it would be fairly suspecious, but there were other people that could be talked to. This would have to be done cautiously, carefully, a few at a time, so that they wouldn't show their hand before it was time to play.

That was a good point, but there wasn't many ways around that issue besides shortening the chain between the two shackles, and in a place like this, where they were permitted to do work, that wouldn't work at all.

E'koyo frowned. "I think that's an understatement." It had been a mess when they had showed up, and as they had been learning, it hadn't started just with the hatching. The odd colors were unusual enough, but so far, they hadn't seemed to be all that different. It was starting to look as if M'onk had dramatically over reacted, and he wasn't quite sure why. "Most hatchings have their own drama, but normally it's on the sands not off it."

He shrugged. "I suspect it's more because the dragonriders are used to doing it, more than whers aren't people." Sure, perhaps the impression bond wasn't as strong as a dragons but they did have their own personalities and things. Most dragon riders didn't interact with them much, but he had run into one too many doing his job to make that mistake. "It might have to do with the bond, or maybe the fact that once they impress they can't hurt a human, and most don't hurt other dragons either." Even the most dangerous of hatchlings would settle down after impression. "Either that it's because the ones that are in charge are stubborn cusses and refuse to change." He grinned. "That's my opinion, mind you.

He smiled. "It helps that I ride a blue," he commented. "I have a little more leniency in my views."

He followed them along, watching the pair work. It was rather interesting, though her next question was, while not unusual, one of the more difficult ones. "Impression is..." he paused, unsure of how to phrase it. It was hard to explain, what the feeling was, utter happiness, contentedness, completeness, things that he had no words for. "like finding a part of you that you never knew that you were missing."

He really didn't have a better way to explain it.

He hadn't realized that some wher hatchings were done like that, having thought that they were all acquired as eggs, but it was interesting to learn that there were other ways that they did things. Perhaps, since she had asked him about impression, maybe he could ask a bit more about whers. "Which way did you end up with yours?"