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Isdrayon flew just over his head, while Anyang perched on his shoulder and chattered happily in his ear, he enjoyed the chatter, how she had met a blue dragon here and a brown there. Shedrawn was heading toward the transplant area to check on his plant, which he had started with Mercy earlier.

There was a flash of silver and then his bronze was all tangled in another firelizard both of them chattering, whirring, trilling and singing at each other, making a great, confounding crescendo of noise. Anyang hissed pointedly, but was ignored, this made her mad and she fumed on his shoulder, Silver. She pointed her nose in the air and refused to look at the others.

Shedrawn galnced around trying to find the little silver's person. He was hving no luck yet.

"Well met," Shedrawn responded he had finally found the flits handler, obviously it was no fault of the boys that his flit had flew over. Isdrayon would have done the exact same thing. Looking at the size of the flit, Shedrawn came to a quick conclusion. "He wasn't from Cheer and Boreal's clutch was he? Cause that would explain why they know each other." Anyang hissed at EVERYBODY. She HAD been in a good mood, but no longer. "Sorry about that she gets unpredictable with strangers, some she likes, some she doesn't. I think it depends on the mood she is in." He said confidentially to the other boy. "My name is Shedrawn, former Harperhall apprentice and new dragon candidate, owner of Bronze Isdrayon and Green Anyang." The flit settled, he was playing on her "ladylike" side, (more like "Princess") and he winked at P'zul.

" I met Wykla recently, helped her oil her dragon in fact a pleasant girl and a beautiful dragon. Isdrayon comes from great stock. Yes I was at the last hatching and no my duties are done for now." Shedrawn replied.

Anyang seemed to enjoy th eblues randomness and somehow rolled onto her back while she was still on his shoulder, then she chirped at him. Shedrawn raised an eyebrow. "Silly green," he said. Smiling at P'zul confidentially. "Nnith was the drak earth green colored dragon that came out of the prairie egg wasn't she? A very lovely personality if I remember right from the touching. Congratulations!"

Anyang hung on every word of Kip's story. Seeming completely engrosed while Isdrayon listened with only half an ear.

"I know no-one who left but I still worry as well, time being such a fickle mistress, but perhaps there is nothing wrong at all and they are gathering loads and loads of mystweed while we sit here worrying." Shedrawn tried to cheer the greenrider up.

"Afterall there is not much dragonriders must fear, kinda the whole point of being a dragonrider in the first place."

"As I said before I am/was an apprentice harper. Though I probably can't sing any better then you do. I'm more of a piper than a singer, and specialized in pipe making playing and composing music. My memory has served me well, paricularly in the Weyr." he said. Isdrayon was currently telling Zymm how he had fallen asleep in the store room and how Shedrawn had almost looked all night. "What did you do before you came to the Weyr?"

"Hmm a weaver, perhaps I could bother you to find or make some new shirts for me, mine right now are kinda thin and firelizardy," he held out his cuurent shirt which was indeed thin, nearly threadbare and covered with lizard toe holds, that riddled the interior. "I have a few marks that I have saved for the purpose of new shirts, I was going to wait for the next gather but when opportunity knocks, you know." He was happy to see that the other boy enjoyed his craft.

"Well, I would love too, I love dragons. As to my style, I would say functional and not to flamboyant, with if possible some design in green thread if you could manage it." Isdrayon chirped happily at going to see a new dragon. Anyang was happy just to go along for the ride. Shedrawn was excited too the more people he new in the Weyr the happier he was. "What did you have in mind for the fabric?" Shedrawn asked, sensing with his budding Harper senses that P'zul loved to talk about his craft, and Shedrawn was happy to let him. Shedrawn only wished he had as much enthusiasm for his on craft. He liked piping and harpering but didn't absolutely love it.