He'd arrived only moments ago, amazed at what he saw from the back of his blue dragon. This was not the Atricis he remembered of so long ago, but then again the one of old had been in the North, built as traditionally as any Weyr could have been. No, this one was much like a combination of Hold and something built into an outcropping of cliff, and T'rav could see now why so much of his family had started to flock to it in the previous handful of Turns.
Not that the blue remembered that moment of course, it being a point in their personal history that had happened so long ago. Yet it was something that he remembered so distinctly thanks to what he was able to pick and pull from his rider; and what he'd asked from T'rav in the days leading up to their transfer.
A true shame. From what he understood though, those hatching grounds collapsing had led to the need for this very Weyr they were now landing in the... was it a bowl? It didn't look like a bowl. It was more like a... courtyard. He glanced around once again now that Mare was on the ground and spotted as much as he could, as many as he could, but none of the faces looked familiar, and he didn't expect the old man to be among them. He hadn't known his eldest son was going to transfer in, and T'rav intended to keep this as much a surprise for as long as possible.
After a quick dismount, he flagged someone down and asked them where he might find the Weyrleader's office, explaining that he was a new transfer from Benden, and once pointed there, he patted his blue's soft, scar-scattered hide. I'll be back just as soon as I can. Make sure you keep close enough to where I enter. It'll make it easier for me to find you when we get a... fuck, do we call them weyrs here? He would find that out as well and shook his head. Never mind now, he needed to go to the office, greet his father, and let him know why he was here. Then he could rest, finally rest, and perhaps... move on.
Ah, yes. Mare wanted to know if any of his clutchmates still lived among the Weyr, and so he nodded and stepped inside the Weyr, headed in the direction of the Weyrleader's office, knocked once or twice, and when he received no answer, he tested the knob. It was loose, the door came open, and he stuck his head inside. "Dad? You in there?" His father wasn't there, and he stepped inside. Make sure Perseus and Polaris get the chance to stretch and play... just make sure they don't come to me but if you unless necessary. He felt a confirmation, as he flipped open extra baskets of glows and straightened books, chuckling as he spotted the drawings of children on the walls and lizard toys in a basket on a shelf.
"Looks like you've settled in quite well, Dad." He closed the door, and removed his jacket, sat down and grabbed a book from one of the shelves to flip through while he waited. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too long before the bronzerider arrived.