As far as Elzebuth was concerned, his children were the finest of the Weyr. They'd hatched and gone onto Impress the boys and girls that would remain with them for the rest of their lives. Not an interfering parent by any means, the big brown saw no reason to pry and prod other dragons to see how his beloveds were coming along. That didn't mean he wouldn't keep an eye out for himself, however! Indeed, as G'ran was scrubbing him down in the waters of the lake, Elzebuth's sharp eye caught sight of one of his brown sons on the shoreline.

With a mental nudge from Elzebuth, G'ran turned to evaluate the pair, unaware of the stoic, almost grim expression on his face. It gave him an unconsciously savage appearance, though the temper and wariness that had carried him through his early life had faded drastically thanks to the Weyr and Elzebuth's influence. "Is'k." He greeted. He'd have been content with just a nod of greeting, but was well aware that his dragon intended to snatch some conversation, if he could.

Kuyizeth. He greeted the smaller brown fondly, sending a quiet wave of affection and love. Such a striking pair you and Yours make.

Prism Shine