It was early morning, but today Dirce was going to be working with one of the goldriders. She wasn't nervous, quite the opposite, she found herself eager for this interaction if only because she hadn't had the chance to even introduce herself to the woman yet. Not officially at least.
The zultanite had reached into her rider's mind for the information, and once she'd touched on the pictures, words, and other bits of thoughts, she understood.
Dirce started to grin at the silence that followed, if only because she was the only one that seemed to understood the significance of this particular woman and her dragon. If it weren't for Isiana and Andromedath even being, Sandalphonth would exist, and Dirce wouldn't have Sandalphonth. The dragon tried her best to grasp the gravity of such a thing, but she simply couldn't, because to her, it was something that was always simply meant to be.
Trust me, my love. We have a lot to thank Andromedath for. She laid your egg, she is the reason you are here. She nurtured you while you were in a shell for so long. That didn't seem to matter, and she watched her rider cross the Weyr Yard from where she'd been, in the dining hall fetching breakfast for her and Isiana to enjoy. When questioned over why she was doing so, the first words from the zultanite since struck silent by the thoughts, Dirce chuckled. Thought I'd be kind, since its early for her too.
When she arrived at the apartment, Dirce knocked carefully with the toe of her booted foot, then stepped back to wait for a response, popping a grape in her mouth while she waited. She hoped Isiana remembered this appointed time, and if not, well... it would be a big breakfast for Dirce, and a make up lunch later, perhaps?