Shardit, he was tired. Jonas, J'nas, rolled a stiff shoulder and leaned against the comforting warm bulk of Saifalth. There was certianly more to being a rider than telling the beast where to go.
Saifalth shifted and gave a sleepy croon, pulling his head out from under his wing. He regarded J'nas with sleepy, swirling eyes.
"Go to sleep, you." J'nas affectionately stroked the dragonet's nose and Saifalth obligingly tucked his head back under his wing. Again Jonas, J'nas, leaned against his hide. All right. There was... Lesti.... Lestianna? She'd impressed the gold Uridith. L'ux had impressed the brown that had lead Saifalth on his first chase, Saliith. There'd been the brown that had been a bit of a protector, going to those who needed aid. Seiphoth? Who was his rider?
Shells and shards, he was never going to get this. J'nas supressed a groand and ran a hand through his short hair. There were names and dragon names, and colors and alliances. And he had to know them all, didn't he? Impressed to the brightest, most beautiful bronze in the world as he was. Every bronze rider had to be ready in case they were suddenly weyrleader.
