There had been one Bronze from Suunath's Clutch and N'mol had met his rider briefly while helping to guard the lost hatchlings while they were stuck away from the Weyr. Though N'mol had eventually carried back a Brown, he remembered the Bronze and his rider's pre-honorific name. Now that the Weyrlings had settled into their new Barracks, been reunited with their fellows, and had begun their lessons, N'mol determined it was about time that he went out and met this new batch of hopefuls, starting with Eiran.

The Weyrlings were, in his mind, technically Benden dragons, for all that they would be raised at Trine (that the sire was from Malvren was of no consequence). As the last of the Benden Wingleaders, he wanted to put his best foot forward and begin assessing their potential early, which meant visits to the Barracks and introducing himself to each of them individually. He even had intentions to visit the riders of dragons from the Crimson's Clutch. Though she was an atypical and not from Benden, her children's riders were just as worthy of consideration as Suunath's. With such a large group of Weyrlings, and only one lost to the Revolutionaries in the end, N'mol had high hopes that more than a few would be worthy riders when their dragons grew. Until that time, N'mol intended to let all of them know that if they needed a hand, advice, or whatever else, he would be present to assist them and help them through their Turn as a Weyrling.

A check of the chores list in the Barracks showed that Eiran was currently about to be let out of kitchen patrol. He was also listed for the same duty for quite a few chore cycles. N'mol raised his eyebrows, but called Tyeth to him to make the trip a bit shorter. He didn't know Mercy or the Senior Weyrlingmaster yet; he would presume that they knew something he didn't about young Eiran.

Where are we going, N'mol? Tyeth approved of N'mol's strides to be a good Wingleader and get to know everyone-- and make sure that everyone knew him. It was the polite and proper thing to do for a Bronzerider in his position, and Tyeth would of course make similar overtures to the rider's young dragons. It never hurt to begin planting ideas in their heads early; it made it easier to show them the right choices later.

Eiran should still be in the kitchens, so the dining hall will be fine. I'll go in the back and try not to disturb them too much. Hopefully, he hasn't left yet.

"I'm looking for Eiran," he said politely to the cook who looked at him. "If he's still here, I'll wait outside for when he's finished his duties."

The brunette girl glanced at his knots and smiled cheerfully. "Certainly, Wingleader. I'll check for you, if you'll wait just a moment." She turned and peered over the heads of the staff near her, standing on her tiptoes to see around them, before she left her post to work her way back to where a teenaged boy was working. Tall as he was, N'mol was able to watch her go with little trouble and eyed the pair as the cook spoke with Eiran.

"Eiran, your time is almost up," Tanya announced, smiling at the helpful boy. He'd been a baker before this, she knew, and it pleased the punch out of her that they were nice enough to place him in the kitchens so often. He deserved it. "Also, there's a Wingleader here to talk to you. He says he'll wait outside the door until you're finished, so make sure you go out the back when you leave."