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C'nor bowed to the Weyrwoman and Queen. He turned and mounted Tenath again. They flew back up to the main level of the Weyr. C'nor dismounted and walked back into the Weyr. He walked into the Wingriders' common room to see if anyone was in there.

C'nor walked into the commonroom and found it empty. Tenath, could you please ask the wingriders of assemble here as soon as possible?

Alright. replied the bronze, relaying the message to the wingriders' dragons.

-- A Grand Entrance --

A shoddy, bedraggled looking soul made his way into the Weyr, appearing from the great tunnel that led straight into the bowl. His clothes were a mess, and his dark hair was sticky from sea salt and sand. Dark caramel skin is mottled with dirt and sand, and his clothes.. tatters. Nevertheless, he held himself with a dignity that few could muster in his position, nothing but the rags on his back coming along with him, well, save for the dear, prim little green firelizard upon his shoulder.

"Home. Home is where the heart is eh? Well, it seems my heart leads me to this place once more." It was meant for his own ears to hear, but his firelizard responded with a nervous croon, looking around at dragons and people with suspicion and anxiety. A hand, relatively clean compared to the rest of him, was brought up to console the creature. "Don't worry, Pookie-wookie. It can't be worse than the reaction we recieved at those holds." The creature shivered. Those reactions weren't good at all though! Though the firelizard was nervous, the young man was eerily calm. He, Devayn, had finally reached Shining Heights. There was no turning back now.

C'nor sighed as he left the common room. That's all settled. he thought. He looked down into the Bowl and noticed Wave and her dragon down there talking to an unfamiliar person. Getting on Tenath, C'nor glides down there. "Is there a problem?" he asked polietly.

C'nor looked at the boy for a moment. "Ah yes, I remember you now. So, you have decided to come back? Good deal. We will see to it that you are provided with what you need, and if you wish to try to Impress at the next Hatching, you can stay in the candidates' barracks."

Devayn quirked a brow at the both of them, as if contemplating his next move. "Will I not be accepted because of my lineage?" Though he did not seem to become flustered in any way, his voice held a hint of challenge. "But I would like to see your Weyrwoman. I suppose if I gain her good favor then nothing else matters, right?" Another lazy look would be given toward those around him. For once, his smirk turned into more of a smile as he looked toward the dragons. "Well, I see no difference between Rebel dragons and yours. I suppose their boasts held no water."

"A first class ride to the Weyrwoman. I retract my sarcastic comment to your hospitality then." Though the words were arrogant, that tone didn't quite reach his words or his smile. Almost unsurely, he stepped toward the scarlet. He had heard and seen how their tempers can flare, and though he was seemingly arrogant, he was not particularly stupid. Would you allow me aboard, Trementh? It was second nature for him to ask such things of dragons. He had been quite used to doing so back when he lived with the rebels.

Pookie, the tiny little green that had been perched on his shoulder before, was now gone. She had never liked being aboard a dragon, much less temperamental scarlets.

How else are you going to get to the Lake without walking the whole way?

Wave grinned when she heard Trementh speak. The boy must've said something to her, though she hadn't heard him say anything. And why Trementh would choose to respond to him was beyond her. She looked to C'nor. "It's your decision. Come if you want to." she said before striding to Trementh, waiting for Devayn to step up and get himself settled.