Taking advantage of calmer winds, Mayte and Rhiscorath have left the Weyr to do some out-Weyr business over at Igen Hold. Not with Lord Kievol himself, of course, but discussing with his Steward who shall go unnamed. The meeting seems to have recently ended because Mayte is nodding brusquely to a tall man before turning away, moving down into the Courtyard itself. Rhiscorath awaits calmly nearby, watching a group of young children, too young for crafts or lessons, screaming and cavorting gleefully. Her rider though? Not in a huge rush. Perhaps the meeting has ended early, or Mayte’s day is so rigidly scheduled that getting out of a meeting early has no automatic ‘fill-ins’. So That means Mayte gets to pause in the sunlight, hair neatly out of her face, and just… take a breath of air among the daily lives of Holders.

It was inevitable that she would have to return to the Hold at some point. It wasn’t as if she could avoid it forever. One could always wish. Selaine could only hope that she didn’t run into her parents, although it was just as likely someone who recognized her would tell them. Having arrived in the courtyard, Selaine slips off Akitith, who then proceeds to greet her sister, whom the greenrider had somehow failed to notice was already there. Surprising, given her size. Of course, that could only mean her rider was nearby. Sure enough, Selaine spots Mayte not far away. A quick scan of the courtyard reveals few familiar faces and children she did not recognize. A wistful smile pulls at her lips before she makes her way over to the goldrider. “Morning!” she greets with a salute. Of course she can’t forget her formalities. “Had business here today, too, I see.”

Rhiscorath is full of happy greetings for her own clutchsister, a familiar muzzle in strange environs. Welcome, welcome. Mayte is just turning to cast an eye at what has Rhiscorath’s pages flipping and spots Selaine in return. Whatever her mood before, there’s a grin and return salute to the Arroyo wingrider, “Hey there!” A look over her shoulder, back to the stairs she’s just come down but not further, “Yeah, just finished up.” A quick nod dragon-wards though Mayte isn’t actually moving towards them, “Letting them know about some wares in the stores that the Weyrwoman wants to get rid of.” Since Selaine seems to be incoming, the shorter woman wonders, “You?” For curiosity’s sake, of course.

“Ah, is that so?” Selaine responds noncommittally, expression relatively neutral. That must have meant that Mayte had been speaking to her father… The greenrider’s gaze follows Mayte down the stairs and back. “Me? Just delivering some packages.” To prove her point, free hand points to some packages tucked beneath her left arm. They were totally there before. “Shouldn’t take too long…” There’s another glance around the courtyard. “Haven’t been back here in Turns… I was originally from here, did you know?” There’s another wistful glance at her surroundings, and a wave to the nanny, who has apparently recognized her, as she comes out to check on the children. Selaine offers a wave in return.

Mayte doesn’t follow Selaine’s expression, instead hmmming quietly. That Selaine came from Igen Hold? “No, I didn’t know that.” This leads to her eyeing those children briefly, warily, and then turning to look about the courtyard with fresh eyes. “How was it? I was sort of…” a slightly uncomfortable shrug, “Around Benden, but we didn’t…” One hand waves to where the kids play. On a more cheerful note, “Are your parents still here?” It’s only polite to ask. “Any little siblings about?” Strange that Mayte assumes Selaine is an older sibling, but however. A little more quietly in tone, she asks, “How were they about you getting Searched?” Awareness dawns in dark eyes, “Well. Unless you’d rather not answer.” A little too personal, a little too fast.

The question about Hold life and the fact that Mayte wasn’t able to play receives a thoughtful ‘Hmm.’ “Well… it was comfortable, for the most part… We weren’t idle, that was to be sure. As soon as you were old enough, you were off doing something. This,” and here she gestures towards the children, “Is as free as they’ll be until then. Not to say we weren’t ever given any time for fun.. but…” Selaine shrugs. And of course, the inevitable question. The greenrider knew it was most likely out of politeness. There’s a flash of hurt through her eyes as Mayte asks her about their reaction to getting Searched, though she quickly covers it by glancing away. “They’re still here… and it’s just me.” There’s a sigh as she contemplates answering the last question and a short laugh. “I’d imagine you can guess well enough, what with them being Holders… I haven’t spoken to them since.”

“There’s always a bit of time to relax,” Mayte replies with a slightly crooked grin, “And when you get older, you learn to make it.” That’s the general ‘you’, not Selaine specifically. The junior is watching the greenrider’s reactions closely after that impromptu question and the crooked grin twists into something more sympathetic. And what does one say to that? “Well.” There’s a little gleam in Mayte’s eyes, whether it spells trouble or otherwise: “We could always go to meet them.” It’s an innocent offer that Mayte doesn’t seem to weigh overly much, tucking her thumbs into the straps on her flying belt and looking around. “You got Searched from Harper, right?” There’s a furrow between her brows because as good as Rhis is at remembering dragons, their riders’ previous lives are… not as fascinating. Mayte’s on her own for this one.

There’s a bit of a far off look as Selaine fixes her gaze on the children, memories of her own childhood flooding her mind. Mayte’s suggestion pulls her back out and there’s a wide-eyed look from the greenrider. “Oh.. no no. That’s not necessary…” she replies, face flushing at the thought. There was hardly any time for family drama… and she doubted they wanted to talk to her anyway. “But yes… From Harper… that was the original reason I’d gone to the Weyr…” It certainly had been a while since then… though she never forgot her Harper beginnings. “Still try to keep up with it during my spare time, of course..”

A casual raise of one dark eyebrow and Mayte grins: “Not necessary, sure, but maybe I’d love to meet the family of my Rhis’ clutchsister…” That’s teasing, though and Mayte holds up her hands, “But if you’re sure, that’s fine.” There’s a brief pause so she can cast a dark look back up those stairs and mutter about ‘words’, but it’s such a nice day. “Oh, that’s right. Well. S’good to keep up the old practices,” she encourages, “You could be the Dragonrider Harper… No, that’s too long… Oh, the DragonHarper.” Cheeky girl, “Has a good ring to it. But yeah, I still make some of my own ales and spirits. If we get mangoes from Southern, I love making some rum from it.” But that’s her story. “Anyways, I’m done here, about to head back to the Weyr.” Indeed, Rhiscorath is starting to give her Looks, “You staying here a while longer?”

There’s almost a sigh of relief when Mayte doesn’t persist any further about meeting her family. It was definitely not the time… if there ever would be. Selaine would most likely need someone to be there with her… she was unsure of how she would fare on her own. Pushing those thoughs aside, the greenrider finally grins. “Definitely has a nice ring to it.” she agrees, “I’d love to give it a try when you make some next time.” There’s another glance around before giving Mayte a shake of her head. “Not too long. Just going to drop these packages off and head right back to the Weyr.”

You mean someone a bit more… diplomatic than Mayte? Good call. The junior grins and nods enthusiastically, “I’ll definitely let you know when I have some. It’s sweet, but still packs a really good punch.” And of course, duties of the Weyr must prevail: Mayte waves a hand off towards the stairs, “Why don’t you go on ahead, drop those off and we fly back together? I’ll just wait by Rhiscorath.” Rhiscorath will of course fly her usual slow-but-intense swooping style. From the full, careful salute Mayte gives Selaine, the woman’s gonna stay here and wait anyway, as she turns on her heel, tossing over her shoulder, “See ya back out here!” and marches back out to greet Rhiscorath and Akitith.