It had been so long since he'd been on a dragon that Koda had forgotten how awful actually being on one was. Wearing leathers, going between, being thrust into the air and having to deal with straps. None of that was for him and he honestly was having a difficult time grasping how riders were able to tolerate it all during each day, in and out. No, the water would do him just fine, being on the back of a pearl was meant for him always, and yet no matter how much he might bitch about it, he wasn't going to let it effect this little mission of his due to the fact that it was kind of important.
The purpose of it all had to do with someone showing up at the Flotilla, a rather mysterious figure that wouldn't name names except the person in question. It took some needling from Koda, who had been the first one to come across them, but eventually they had cracked just enough to allow a tiny bit to pour through - they wanted to speak to the individual due to the fact that there was an inheritance that had fallen to them, and it was important the they were contacted at once.
Now, Koda wasn't stupid, he knew entirely how things might go, he also didn't want to be entirely paranoid over the matter either, so he didn't tell this person where to go next, but instead simply offered to deliver the message if they wanted to write something down.
And that was the story of how he'd found himself nearly face first on the ground after "sliding" down the back of a dragon just like its rider. Quickly fixing himself up, and handing the flight gear to the rider, they agreed to meet up in the spot when he was finished, even though he had no idea when that would be. Thankfully, he had Amal and Adah with him, and though they were off playing while they could, he knew he could call them back to him at any point in time.
He looked around, trying to figure out where he should head first, who might know where the person he needed to speak to might be, and when he spotted someone - the first person in the Yard he'd come across in fact - he practically pounced. "Excuse me, sir!"
Remember the rules, he reminded himself as he took the steps forward to reach the called to stranger. you're representing not just yourself, but the Flotilla. But fuck if using the word "sir" on someone who didn't look to be that much older than himself feel strange and wrong in so many ways. "Do you by chance have a moment?"