"You have no invitation from any of my herdmates, or you would have known to wait at the borders or have had an escort." Aggressively she stepped forward, the ground at her feet becoming obscured by a thickness in the air that had nothing to do with the permeating mist of the herdland. "You claim to have previous experience with herdlife, Storm. Would your past herdmates have accepted just anyone who barged right in and demanded citizenship without observing the most common courtesies?"
She snorted softly in disdain. "You may have heard that our Weyrleader accepts those who venture here, but that is not entirely true. Now I would suggest that you leave until you learn to respect borders. We cannot afford to have one who ignores them so blatantly being associated with the herd, when that disregard can get the entire herd in trouble with another herd that isn't as inclined to forgive you long enough to let you leave."