The slender and delicately featured Ziath sent a beady gaze around her surroundings while her rider, Zari, was busy finishing up the last of the transfer papers into this new era. Feeling quite irate about the weather, the light green brough her wings down in a scything motion - a movement similar to the human's equivalent of cracking his knuckles - to get the kinks out. Well, she most certainly needed to get her own kinks out.Are you done yet, rider mine? the green demanded as she craned her neck suspiciously at the area around her.

"Hush, Zia," Zari replied just as patiently while she finished jotting down her dragon rider stats quickly. "There, done - Well. Sort of." She had paused at the last blank to fill out: current residence. Hmm... "Zia?"
Wha?
"Where do we live?"
Oh. That's easy. Xanta Weyr.
"Really." Zari quirked one eyebrow skyward at her green. "Why so simple?"
The vindictive green chortled a response - just as arrogantly as any queen - in her right state of mind. Sincerely, my rider. I just did a quick round of 'Pick The Weyr That Catches Your Eye First' and there you have it. Xanta Weyr, we go a'dragonback.
"Overgrown wherry, you-"
I will pretend to have not heard that, rider mine. Let's go! The sleek green snapped her wings in an overhead position and with a simple push of her muscled hinds, she was airborne - hovering above before landing surefootedly upon the thick layer of loam that encompassed the planet of Pern. Well are we going or not?