Hanz waves to his mother and her green dragon through the entrance then pokes his head in, looking about to see if anyone is here, face crinkles into a smile, "Hi there, just got Mom to bring me here to visit for awhile, I like to meet new folks."

Rowena blinks, then blinks again as she contemplates the stranger.  Mouth has dropped in complete shock and her klah mug is headed floorwards, droppd by nerveless fingers.  Rowena is not usually rude but she sputters the first thing that comes into her head.  "Who, by Faranth's first egg are ya?"

Hanz is rather taken aback and blinks..emerald eyes gazing at you as he wonders exactly the same. "Perhaps I ought to ask you the same."

Rowena looks down at the broken mug and stifles several rather spicy words.  "/I/ am Rowena, rider ta green Ryath of Bharain.  So I /belong/ here, but who are you wearin someone elses face?"  Tone is more shocked than aggressive.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath sends a rather murky image of Caz, or /not/ Caz in the lower caverns.  <<Mine is upset, where is yours?>>

Hanz staggers back completed stunned, "Beg your pardon rider, I'm Hanz...I live at Fort", expression is very stunned and startled, "I don't understand Ma'am, my face is my own."

Hanz says, "Mother is Zara, green rider of Nalith..."

Rowena backs up as a rather astudious drudge begins to clean up the broken mug.  Drawing closer she peers at his face as if she can't believe it.  "Are ya /sure/?"  Head is shaken.  "Well not of yer Ma that's fer sure but... who is yer Pa?"

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith wakes in an instant, <<Mine is with me. He sleeps. Shall I wake him? Why is yours upset?>>, great concentration is fixated upon the image and he shakes his head very puzzled, <<Mine is with me.>> to Ryath

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath rises on her ledge and looks out over the bowl as if she can /see/ Caz in his couch.  <<Mine sees him in the lower caverns.>>  Puzzlement makes the green appear confused.

Hanz stares incredulously down at you, backing up a few more paces, "Am I sure of /what/?", never has he been welcomed somewhere in this manner. "My father? I've no idea. Suppose one of the riders at Fort. Mom's not even sure of that. Why Ma'am all the questions?".

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<She can't, he is with /me/>> to Ryath

Hanz now is in shock and his jaw drops, "I have no siblings, I assure you. You must be mistaken." Thankfully a chair catches him behind the knees and he falls into it. "My mother is at Fort by now, she just dropped me off a few minutes ago. Is this 'lings mother a rider?".

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath hakes her head as if to clear it.  <<I see him there in your mind, and here in hers?>>  Poor Ryath begins to doubt her own senses.>>

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith is deeply confused, <<Did you or yours drink wine? Timoth's did and saw double, this is what's happened?>>. to Ryath

 Rowena chews her lower lip as face takes on a remarkably stubborn cast.  "/I/ ain't in the habit of tellin lies.  Least... this kind of lie.  Ya /do/ look like him, almost t'spittin image.  An Caz's Ma ain't no rider, she... she wuz married to fella who grows nuts outside of Benden Hold."

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath begins to sound plantive.  <<Mine seldom drinks wine, and then only one cup.  She is most confused.>>

Hanz laughs heartily, "My father isn't from around here so, there's nothing to worry about right Ma'am?". He's thinking the resemblance is just faint..clearly he hasn't seen the 'ling yet. "Wasn't accusing you of lying Ma'am. Certainly not." "Caz you said? Don't know anyone of that name."

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith croons curiously, <<That can't be it then. What shall we do?>> to Ryath

Rowena blinks as pansy eyes turn to purple storm.  "I ain't /worrit/ s'much as shocked.  Ya... ya could be near ta a twin I tell ya.  No idea who yer Pa is?"  Gotta be the Pa cause Rowena knows Cara.  Slow nod emphasizes her words.  "Caz I did say an if Cara catches sight of ya it might send her for a shock fer sure."  Turning her back to him she wipes a hand over her eyes as if to clear them then heads to fill another mug with klah and cream.  "Ryath ain't proddy yet... soon but not yet an I didn't have hallucinations last time.  Where's that shardling healer Aspen when ya need him?"

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<Mine is concerned for yours and will come.>> to Ryath

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath waffles on her ledge.  She can't get into the living cavern any more and... she hates to leave Rowena alone.  Catching Asarith's last thought she settles down on her ledge.  <<This is good.  She will be allright when she sees him, I'm sure.>>

Hanz shakes his head, "No idea..always figured was another rider and I was a flight baby. Happens alot, never gave it much though you know?" He rubs his chin, "I don't want to be shocking anyone else, perhaps I ought to head back now", though if there's someone looking like his twin, he's sure curious. " "Mom doesn't get hallucinations either, just moody at times. " A healer? "Ma'am, are you alright?", he rises to his feet with concern.

Rowena catches up her mug and takes a deep, deep draught before turning back.  "I... I think so, just ya... ya look so much like /him/."  And the emphasis on him shows a bit of her heart.  "I didn't mean ta upset ya.  Flight babies, yeah could be, still, Caz's Pa don't like riders an wouldn't be 'round a weyr at flight time.  I wonder... does yer Ma have a sister or... maybe Hanzon has a brother or summat."  Face clears.  "That's it.

C'zar rushes in, dark eyes even darker with concern, "Row? Where are ya? Are ya alright?", his voice catches and he runs to her, slipping an arm about her. "Asarith tells me Ryath's sure worried for ya. What's wrong love?". In his anxiousness he doesn't look at anything but her.

Rowena reaches up to touch his face hers blending into soft relief.  Shaky laugh is offered him in apology.  "I'm sorry, m'love, just got a start wuz all.  Hard ta walk into someone awearin yer face."  Eyes point to Hanz.

Hanz shakes his head, "That's alright, must have been a shock for you." He rubs his forehead now in concentration. "Mom doesn't have any siblings that I know of. Hanzon?", he blinks...pretty close to his name. "Never heard the name before." There's a startled cough as Hanz sinks into the chair again, staring at the reflection of himself.

Rowena spares Hanz a sympathetic glance knowing how surprised he must be seeing his face outside a mirror.

C'zar squeezes Row close, he doesn't understand but he jerks as his eyes rest upon Hanz, "Shardit!".
Hanz continues to stare, he stammers out a few words. "Who...are, you?".

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<Ryath, mine is upset now!>> to Ryath

Rowena would gasp for breath being held so tight but she is busy looking from one to the other.  Now they are together she can see differences, minor ones but... differences.  "This is Caz, or C'zar since he impressed Asarith."

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath leans well over her ledge as if she could lean down and into the main cavern.  <<Can you tell why?  Mine is starting to relax and .... I think she might laugh.>>

C'zar is thankful Row speaks for him cuz no words will get past his throat. "What is..what is going on? Who, are /you/?". Deeply confused eyes peer at Row then Hanz.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith floods the link with what his sees, a near reflection of himself. <<There is just one of him, not two. How can this be?>> to Ryath

Rowena's eyes are finally lightening as she looks from one to the other and comes to several inescapable conclusions.  To Hanz.  "Yer sure yer Ma got no sisters or brothers?"  Then to Caz.  "How 'bout your Pa love does he?"

Hanz gasps in a few deep breaths as he realizes he really should breathe, "I'm, Hanz...from Fort. I help make straps and", his eyes stay rivetted. No wonder the lady was so shocked, looks like Caz and her much be close. "I help around Fort weyr, and..". quickly he shakes his head, "Ma'am, I'm sure, real sure."

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath wiggles on her ledge wings snapped out ready to lift her down.  <<I  don't know, little one.  It's very puzzling.>>

C'zar blinks a few more times, then shakes his head trying to clear it, "No love, none. Never had any of Pa's relatives come visit. I ain't got no siblings, I'm /sure/ of that really I am." He falls silent trying to reassure his confused bronze.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith butts his head into the cavern entrance but can't fit in he bugles his distress, <<I don't fit now! I can't get to him>>. to Ryath

Rowena wiggles out of CAz's grip.  Wouldn't do to be seen snuggling with a 'ling, even if she could prove it was all innocent.  "Well ya both got yer /looks/ from somewhere.  Caz... did.... did yer Ma adopt ya?"

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath bugles softly as she sends.  <<Don't get stuck in there.  That won't help, call him, he will come to you,>>

C'zar plops into a chair across from Hanz, then whips his head about, "Asarith, don't...you'll hurt yerself!", he's on his feet and scrambling to caress the soft bronze muzzle. "Yer too big dearheart", he mutters reassurances till the bronze stops shoving. "Could we talk outside?".

Outside the Living Caverns

Rowena drops her mug on the table. "We'd best or t'little one will hurt himself a trying ta get in to him."

Hanz shakily stands, "Sorry to cause trouble Ma'am, I truly am."
Rowena heads into the tunnel leading into the bowl.
Rowena slinks with an eye-catching sway of hips out of the tunnel from the living caverns.
Hanz heads into the tunnel leading into the bowl.
Hanz walks out of the tunnel from the living caverns.

From above, enters the busy airspace from Ryath's wide ledge.
From above, Ryath circles down to the ground, careful to avoid landing on other dragons and people.

Ryath circles down from above, landing carefully in an empty spot.

Ryath settles down into the bowl on siblient wings.  Looking around she sees not one but, two Caz's and rears in surprise.

Asarith continues to nuzzle his big head against Caz..quietly crooning as he sees Ryath. "Love, adopted? No, Ma telled lots of things bout when I was little." He blinks and stares up at Ryath, "S'alright lovely", he sighs quietly and looks at Row, "Is she frightened?".

Hanz hangs back shaking his head, "I had no idea was someone here looked so much like me. I'm sorry".

Rowena reaches up to gesture green muzzle down. With a soft crooon of her own Ryath settles down close to hers and rhumble/wuffles as touch soothes.  "Just surprised is all."  Turning to Hanz she shakes her head.  "Ya know I wuz harper over ta Fort an I don't remember ya.  They had me teachin t'werybrats fer awhile."  Shake of the head losens that thought.  "An... there /has/ ta be a reason ya look so much alike, doncha think?"

Asarith peers out and snorts in Hanz direction as though he's just seeing a reflection of Caz like in the water. Only the reflection doesn't ripple.

C'zar reassures Asarith many times while rubbing him under the chin, "S'ok dearheart..we'll figger it out", he falls silent leaning his forehead against the side of the dragonet's face. He doesn't want to worry his Ma, could Pa have...surely not! Oh shards...he remembers Ma mentioning when Caz was just little Pa going away for a trip...but surely not..he steals a glance at Hanz, "How old are ya?", he asks rather gruffly.

Hanz nods to Rowena, "I help select firestone and sometimes work for long hours in my mother's weyr working on straps." He scratches his head, troubled, "Gotta be an explanation yes." Head tilts towards Caz, "Turned 25 not long ago."

You overhear C'zar mutter, "... shardit love..can't ..." to Rowena.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<There /is/ two of them.>> to Ryath

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath croons happily.  <<So there is.  Yours and mine are both right.>>

Rowena chews on her lower lip.  "That makes ya older an Caz?  CAz when did yer parents get handfasted?"

C'zar nods slowly, "I'm nearly 21. Hanz is older yah. Handfasted? Oh shards...lemme think." He prays his Pa weren't unfaithful while married to Ma or he'll wanna kill him. "Maybe a few turns b'fore I was born I reckon."

Rowena's eyes bouce back and forth.  "So, did yer Pa ever hang round t'weyr over Fort ways or... Hanz what did yer Ma do afore she wuz a rider?  Or... wuz ya born after she impressed?"  Row loves to dig, it's the harper in her.

C'zar sags against Asarith's chest, shaking his head slowly as he stares at Hanz.

Hanz says, "I was born after Mother impressed, she's been a rider forever it seems."

C'zar shrugs to Row, "Dunno love, Pa went on a trip when I was little but, Hanz woulda already been born by then. What he did b'fore him and Ma were married I don't know. Just heard he usta travel trying t'find the best supplies for the orchard."

Asarith hovers protectively over Caz..still snorting once in awhile at Hanz.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith is a bit defensive towards this new person, <<Mine is mine and will /always/ be mine>>. to Ryath

Asarith
(Ahs ahr ith)
Deep polished tones of bronze, smoother and mirror bright, ripple with waves of amber and reflective highlights of white hot fire. His large frame seems but a crude vessel for the vibrant spirit within, blazing out through jeweled eyes guarded by protruding silvery-gold eyeridges. This lustery sheen of metallic diffuses over the crest of neckridge and headknobs, the latter well separated atop the wedge-shape of his head. Nearly perfect in proportion, from chiseled muzzle through powerful chest and hindquarters down to menacingly sharp, coppery bronze talons...at last to the tip of his tail which lashes about with youthful eagerness. Set over all, his broad cloak-like wings are veined in precious metals: silver-lined gold and coppery bronze.
At four months his length nears 50 feet, his wingspan approximately 80 feet.
<Asarith>  C'zar just looked at me.
Asarith is 5 months and 8 days old.

Hanz steps back a few paces, "I'm not going to touch you, young bronze. I will stay away", he knows better than to purposely upset a dragon.

Hanz steps back a few paces, "I'm not going to touch you, young bronze. I will stay away", he knows better than to purposely upset a dragon.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath thinks, <<Of course, sometimes two legs have two babies that look the same, and only one belongs to his or her lifemate >>

C'zar
The first thing you notice are this young man's piercing, yet kind - brown eyes. They seem to peer through you, into your soul. Thick lashes and eyebrows perch above his eyes. This tall young man's head is covered with /very/ short deep brown - almost black hair, still very thick but gone are the waves. Slightly hooked nose, well defined jawline, full lips that curl up at the corners with a friendly, almost senusal grin, all these features combine to give Caz a handsome, rugged look about him.
On his shoulder proudly perches a weyrling knot. Strands of red, black and coppery bronze entwined in each other.
Caz wears the uniform of a Bahrain Weyrling. The sleeves of his brilliant red tunic are rolled up to the elbows revealing the strong muscles of his arms. Fabric tails of the tunic are tucked into black trousers, though oft the shirt tails manage to slip out leaving Caz looking untidy and rumpled. Not surprising since he and Asarith love to play and roll about on the mound of furs where they sleep. The cuffs of the trousers are stuffed into knee high black boots, the pants ballooning a bit about the top of the boots.
He is awake and looks alert.
He appears to be in his early twenties.
Overwhelmed and enamored with Asarith.

Rowena
Heart shaped face dominated by deep lavender eyes is framed by a mass of tiny, flame kissed curls that now caress shoulders. Shorn as a weyrling, the titian locks are finally growing back .  Barely topping five feet her hourglass shape is dusted with peach blush over alabaster skin stretched on a tiny frame.  Movements match looks, creating a minx in motion and speech.  She is herself, quick of wit and sharp of mind.  Moving incessently, her long, slender fingers  call attention to themselves as if itching to be about some business of their own.
A full riders knot in Bahrain black and red is twined in sensuous pleasure with a ribbon of Ryath green and perched on one shoulder.
Long sleeved tunic of banked red coals flows over ebon trous.  These worthies mold to hip and thigh before disappearing into servicable, if worn, back boots that rise to mid calf.  A belt of matching ebon girds her tiny waist, on it swings several pouches for carrying the essentials.
She is awake and looks alert.
She appears to be in her early twenties.
Smile touches the edges of her lips, but never her eyes.

Hanz
Intense emerald green eyes meet your gaze, the gentle kindness seen, reflects the nature of this man. Perched above his eyes, thick lashes and dark brows...brows given oft to quirk and wrinkle with curiousity. Deep brown, almost black hair lies in thick waves about his head and in tight curls at the nape of his neck, the occasional wave slipping down over his brow. Slightly hooked nose, well defined jawline, full lips that curl up at the corners in a quiet, yet friendly smile ..theres an uncanny resemblance to a young man by the name of Czar. Hanz a little taller, his build somewhat more stocky yet a near reflection of the weyrling.
He wears dark grey riding leathers that have been broken in well. A checkered tunic of blue and green is tucked loosely into the waist of the leathers. Sturdy boots are on his feet and when needed he dons a furlined riding jacket.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
He appears to be in his late twenties.

Ryath
Eternal dawn is captured in liquid-rainbow eyes set deep in this green's tapered head; argentine 'ridges crest like an unruly mane down her neck while translucent wingsails -- frosted with but a touch of mint -- spread their narrow, streamlined lengths for sheer display.  Velvety green undercoats the sheen of mithril that caresses her lean, muscular frame:  from the moonlit snow of an inquisitive muzzle, the silvery-greens deepen and deepen until ending in the sun-touched pine of her ever-twitching tail-tip.
Ryath is 2 turns 8 months and 19 days old.
Ryath questions and queries everything around her with wonder.

Rowena counts in her head as eyes begin to take on a decidedly evil cast.  "Ya don't think yer Pa?"  Shrug is prosaic.  "Well if he wuzn't handfasted and there wuz a flight an all.  That would make ya part brothers and explain yer looks."  Row rubs her hands as a grin that bodes ill for Hanzon after the way he spoke to her affixes itself to her face.

Hanz blinks, "You mean perhaps we are brothers?". He never had silblings though often wished he had. Brows quirk curiously wondering at the glint in the green rider's eye.

Rowena grins.  "Do ya got a better explaination for them faces?"
Trouble is, Caz wouldn't be surprised Hanz and him had the same father, even the way Hanzon treated Row..so hypocritical. "Pa's name is Hanz/on/", he tells the man who may very likely be his brother. "Do ya know of any rider at Fort with a name anything like yours?".

Hanz begins to chuckle, "No wonder I like to travel, always an adventure, sure wasn't expecting /this/ though." Head shakes quickly at Caz, "No, I often wondered about that. This could explain alot." He starts to ask about the man who must be his father then stops himself, enough surprises for one day.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith sends a soft wave of humor, <<Mine laughs inside now>>. to Ryath

C'zar touches Row's elbow gently..wondering if revenge is going through her mind. "Love, are ya alright...about this all?". He's so startled still he's not certain how he feels.

Rowena chuckles softly actually looking forward to running into Hanzon again.  Yup, Rowe dearly loves hypocrites, they're so much fun to tweak.  "So, ya /might/ fer sure be brothers, Hanz you kin ask yer Ma, as C'zar can't leave t'weyr right now ta talk to his Pa."  Head tilts as eyes alight with a very Rowena expression is revealed.  "/I'm/ fine love, I know I got two brothers, Razzi an Taj, my Pa ain't got no by blow's running around iffn he did, m'Ma would have castrated him, handfasted or no."

C'zar sets his jaw a little, "Pa aint made no attempt to come see me er Asarith. Don't reckon I much /want/ to see im either", he winces realizing he could be talking about Hanz's father too, "M'sorry...just Pa aint t'nicest of fellas. I reckon yer alot like yer Ma, like I am. Faranth be thanked fer that."

Hanz winces as he folds his arms over his chest, "I'll send word to Mother to ask her. She did tell me once that", he falls thoughtful, "She contacted my father when she realized she was pregnant, but he wanted nothing to do with her, then she contacted him again when I was born but, he never came to see me she said. Part of why I figured he was a rider, busy...away on sweeps, too many responsibilities to take on another. So Ma raised me."

Rowena grins.  "I dunno CAz.... /one/ more meeting might... well..... soften him up a bit."  Or at least shake him up.... and with any luck... a lot.

Rowena adds.  "An that sounds like him fer sure.  No heart that fella."

C'zar nods slowly to Hanz, "M'sorry, wish could say Pa's a wonderful fella but..he aint. Ma finally left im, best thing she ever done", he looks compassionately at Hanz, "Wouldn't be fair t'lie to ya." Dark eyes shift to Row, "Maybe I'll send word askin him t'come..would ya like t'see him if he does come?".

Hanz shakes his head, "No, is you I feel badly for Caz, I had many good men around me, always did. You had to be raised by a man not fit to be a father sounds like. If you would prefer I can head back to Fort before I startle anymore folks you know. Was hoping to stay for awhile, especially now..would like to get to know you and your friends better. I leave it up to you, I don't wish to intrude."

Rowena tries really hard to look innocent and.... trustworthy.  "Well if I'm 'round an he is I'd say hello.  No sense in bein rude is there?"  Nodding at Caz this time her smile is sincere.  "Might be nice ta learn summat about yer brother, hon.  Ya know how good me an Razz get on."

C'zar smirks a little at Row, he can just imagine what thoughts are brewing inside that pretty head of hers. He strokes Asarith's soft hide..quietly nodding to Row then glancing towards Hanz, "Yer right, now a got a big brother, would be nice to get t'know you Hanz. Even be funny when folks get us confused at first", he winks with a grin..seeing more of the humor in the situation.

Hanz chuckles, lips quirking crookedly remarkably like Caz's..."Welll, I've gone from no siblings to a brother with an incredibly handsome bronze. And there's a very lovely lady in the picture would seem Caz", he winks at the man, "Best treat her good, I know some fellows from Fort would come try to snatch her right quick."

Rowena grins as innocent look wars with the thoughts dancing in her head.  "Yup, sure will make some of t'girls round here happy like, they ain't but half after yer baby brother there Hanz."  Not that Row plans to let them have the time of day.  "Yer bein here might make em feel less deprived."

C'zar snorts at Row, "Hardly, girls aint after me", Asarith rumbles smugly and Caz bats playfully at the bronze muzzle, "Hush you." Dark eyes regard Hanz, "I treat her like a queen, good as I can while I'm a 'ling anyhow." Gaze rests gently on Row for a moment and he chuckles, "Outta let Hanz visit with T'sina..would be funny."

Hanz whistles teasing at his little brother, "Ladies man are you? That bronze of yours will help that image too", he ducks at Caz kicks some dust his way.

Hanz winks at Row, "That's it yes, the typical bronze attitude."

C'zar shakes his head slowly, "I'm sure between Ryath and Row and now you Hanz, I won't get too big for my britches."

Rowena's eyes gleam.  You can /bet/ she's not going to let either Caz or Asarith get out of line.  Caz is too special the way he is for that to happen.  "So Hanz aincha got a girl of yer own?"

Hanz lifts a brow with a doubtful smirk, "I don't care for most I've come across so no, I don't". He doesn't know that him and his brother also share in common that they can't stand girls throwing themselves at a person.

C'zar laughs with a roll of his eyes. "Seems there's alot of pushy girls around. Least I don't have to worry anymore", well he does but in a different way. Maybe Asarith can eat them or something.

Rowena snorts. "Girls liked yer brother, Hanz, afore he impressed.  Only they was too slow." Some self satisfaction in that.

You say, "Was /alot/ more than them being slow Row.../alot/"

Hanz chuckles, "Well, I think after all this I'm going to go back to the guest rooms to sleep for awhile. Was a pleasure", and he grins.."to meet you all."

Rowena leans into Ryath as she grins at Hanz. "Make yerself ta home.  Least now ya will /know/ why yer getting funny looks when ya do."

Hanz shakes his head still too much to take in, "Yes, I might have some fun with it too", there's a gleam in his eye as he waves and slips into the main cavern.

Hanz goes home.

C'zar still is baffled, "A brother, shards..'manage that."

Rowena grins.  "I'd sure like ta see yer Pa's face when he sees him.  /If/ he sees him."

Tylenth snorts. Humans.

C'zar chuckles with an evil grin, "Would like to ask him about riders too". He thumps Asarith's chest, "Well dearheart, time t'go practise chewing sandstone and oil you and all those other fun things we do."

Rowena nods.  "Off ya go.  Sorry if Ryath woke ya."  Rowena looks up at the unrepentent green.  "She just got t'wind up when I wuz so surprised is all."

C'zar shakes his head, "Naww, wouldn't have missed it fer t'world. Was worried what was going on. Glad things turned out ok. I'll seeya later then love", his smile is warm as he turns. Asarith bugles his fareweel to the dragons and hurries off too.