A new Weyrleader had been named, and it seemed a new Glazier, as well.

Xanthos could recall meeting the previous one before, the stallion called Lace, colored so similar to himself. The crafter had taken little interest in him, however, but it was to be expected. In truth, Xanthos had wanted to prove that he wasn't so bad to Lace and Sage more so than anyone else; Mirage could already see it, and she had been the one he'd taken captive inside the Basin.

Stepping up to the group, Azel bounding along at his side, Xanthos took in all the faces, both new and familiar. Amongst those assembled stood Ink, the next in command in regards to his rank, and it is he who the grullo decides to stand beside. A warm smile pulls at his lips; although they had only met once, Xanthos already liked the younger stallion. It was apparent that he was unable to talk like the rest, but he was able to communicate through the most interesting of ways, thanks to an inky tail trailing along behind him. Ink's pictures had spoken stronger than words that day on the cliffs, lifting Xanthos' spirits when they had been otherwise crushed.

His thoughts drifted momentarily to Romani and the young Jasiri; for once, the grullo had strayed from them, to allow them time alone. It would be good for the filly to bond more closely to her mother without him around, so long as he got his own turn later on. Would they make an appearance to the meeting? Jasiri and Romani were Xanthos' world, and he was simply delighted to have them both within the safety of the Edge, at his side every day and every night. Honestly, he wasn't sure life could get much better, and that thought alone was enough to put the grullo in a wonderful mood.


Mirage spoke again, her words garnering no questions of his own. Certainly there was a more important reason to have a called such a grand meeting, but the Dragonheart seemed lax, in much too good a mood for something to be wrong. Azel seemed rather interested not in what Mirage had to say, but in her winged friend, who had so easily blown fire over their heads just a short time ago. The young cheetah had no idea what Akaith was, and although he wanted nothing more than to venture forward to investigate, Azel could feel through their bond that Xanthos wished for him to remain still, at least for now, and so he did.

Whatever the reasoning for the meeting, Xanthos was there, ready to follow the orders of his beloved Weyrleader should she give any.


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