:P'dren of Bronze Kheluzath:
Even with a few more weeks under his belt in this new place, P'dren was still adjusting to the unique views of the Weyr. Both figuratively and literally. It was odd not to have to climb all sorts of stairs to get where he needed to go. This particular day found the bronze rider leaving his muted bronze partner sunning out in the open as he carried the young Nyvan to the mess hall to find a meal. There was another odd thing: his son's namesake. While he already held a soft spot for the young blue firelizard, it was a challenge not to look for his son when he called out for the creature. "Nyvan," He whispered again hoping that familiarity with the word would come with time and repetition. The blue twittered back as he moved to settle better on the man's shoulder. "Are you hungry little guy?" P'dren asked as they entered the bustling hub of the Weyr,.
P'dren chuckled lightly at the blue's enthusiastic response to the thought of food. "Okay, okay, I'll find us something to fill our bellies with," P'dren said with a smile pulling on his lips. He had to admit, ever since the Fancy Firelizard had joined their odd family, the rider had smiled quite a bit more. He was still sporting the small smile as he joined the crowds in finding enough food for himself and his young friend. It didn't take terribly long and soon P'dren was hunting for a spot to sit at without interrupting anyone's meal. Fortunately for the blue eyed man, Nyvan had taken matters into his own claws. Spotting two of his sisters at a near-by table, the young flit launched himself towards them.
Feeling the departure of his blue had P'dren stopping in his tracks. Worry played across his stern features as he turned to look for Nyvan. A flash of the familiar tones had P'dren sighing a breath of relief. "Nyvan," P'dren called out in a heartrendingly familiar scolding tone. "Don't take off without me," P'dren added after a thick swallow against the emotions dancing behind his blue eyes.