It had been a few sevendays, coupled with a handful of days or so, since L'van's arrival into the position of Weyrleader once again, and he knew he had a decision to make when it came to who he wanted as his Weyrsecond. There were several options at his disposal within the Weyr itself, but he'd been so busy since the flight he hadn't really had time to sit down and consider them thoroughly enough.
Zenjarth sounded so confident and sure, but then again, he usually was when he was right. More often than not that turned out to be the case.
Without questioning his dragon, the man stood up and went to put on a pitcher of klah, because he had a thought in mind. He could have asked Ay'li to join him in partnership again, but with how their relationship was progressing, having her at his side wouldn't be within either of their best interests. That was nepotism screaming at them, so she was not a good option. Perhaps... he might make an exception if he ever decided to quit trying to lead, but he was far and away from being at that point in his life.
H'tai had been an excellent young man to help urge and grow into a position of leadership, but Ay'li herself had taken over where he'd left off, and he wasn't going to disrupt that chain now, not when he knew he could trust her very capable abilities to help nurture him from this point forward; she had been Weyrleader before, she was more than able to provide him with the lessons necessary to one day take on the mantle should - and it was still a possibility that he would one day obtain it - he ever reach those heights.
That only left one person, and it was the young man he had once been Weyrsecond to himself. The first he had tutored at the Weyr, someone he had taken on as a son once long ago. It had been an age since he'd spoken to him, and it was a grave mistake he intended to correct starting now. He grinned to himself as he stepped away from the brewing klah to also take out a bottle of wine because it would be needed as well.
And sensing his rider's thoughts, knowing full well what L'van intended, Zen called out to the younger bronze in question without the need of speaking to his rider first, so wrapped around where they to one another.