Ulir was dressed in swimming leathers, his belt knife strapped to his waist and a spare strapped to his leg.
And a coat.
It was so cold up in the mountains of the weyr. Ulir hated it when he had to go up to the weyr. He was a person of the water, and being away from his dolphin was about as annoying for him as a dragonrider away from his dragon.
But his pod was on river duty, and so he was here, eating a late and light supper before standing shore-guard at the lake. He would be glad to be off this duty and back in the ocean, but when the river pod gets sick, someone had to step in. And that was what he did. Always responsible, even when it sucked.
He gave the candidate a glare as they zoomed around the hall. “Do you mind doing that a little less, uh...” he searched for the word – never his strong suit. “spectacularly?”
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