Nizul stood at the entrance to the Weyr, knowing that it would be now or never. This had to be the time, he'd calculated it himself and had access to the best charts to help him. The transport dragon and rider took off almost as quickly as they'd announced themselves, there were circumstances here at work that they wanted to avoid entangling themselves with.

Several people came to help Nizul with his small number of posessions, and led him to the weyrling barracks. With an official search record in one hand, and a strange letter of introduction in the other, he presented himself to the Weyrwoman.

Who was a bit shocked to read the introduction letter. "Well this is... very unusual," she said. "Did you want to, well, meet her?"

Nizul nodded simply, he was almost insanely polite to those with authority, having long been among important people. He wasn't that old, but he was hardly too young to know where he was, and with whom he was speaking.

"Well I'll ... get her," Kira said, still a bit weirded out. She went through her husband's office which was directly connected to hers, obviously handed off the letter to S'xon, who popped his dark head into the room and then vanished again. Very quickly, though, Kira could be heard in the hallway nearby coming up with someone else.

"I'll just leave you two alone for a moment, and, maybe, um..."

"You'll feel free to listen in," Nizul said with a bit of a smirk. Kira blushed, laughed, and scampered into her husband's office where they both no doubt wanted to listen in to this little encounter.

Nizul cleared his throat, he didn't have much of a voice for public speaking but he definitely knew how to phrase things. This, however, was still going to be awkward no matter how politely it was put. After all, it wasn't often one met one's teenaged mother.

In the past.

"Well, there's no easy way to put this that can't be confused, so I will just say, gold-rider Zun?" He extended his hand to her while she nodded a little weakly. "I'm your son, I've traveled from the future, because the search rider said there was something I needed to find, here."

Even though the dark-skinned and red-haired Zun kept the handshake firmly, the moment that he let go she all but shook her hand off. "... Really?"

"Yes," he said, "I was fostered because of Threadfall keeping everyone too busy. But..." He glanced away, "my father is here too, in the Weyr."

"Oh, really," Zun said, now interested. She was after all only a few years older than her 'son' here, and was in fact curious herself about who she might wind up with.

"Yes, a bronze rider. Though from what I've been told about him, he's probably asleep about this time of day."

There was only one rider Zun could think of that fit the bill, and his insane bronze had been looking at her lovely gold rather often. Hm.

"Well... you're here now, but why? Oh - you've been Searched?" Zun was excited, happy for her child she would never really raise. She spotted the document on Kira's desk, which bore a seal indicating that it was some twenty odd years into the future when he'd been Searched. That meant only that his search had been done then: he might have been an infant, child, or teenager at the time. But Zun knew better than to ask too many questions.

"Will you want to meet him too? I mean, I think I know but it'll be a while before my gold becomes a queen - and that's usually when bronze and gold riders get together..." She giggled, and heard Kira echoing her laugh in the other room. "We don't have any clutches at this time though. Why here? Why now?"

"The training, apparently," Nizul replied. "Though I'll be of more use as a starcrafter, I've had training in it. I wrote the chart for the dragon to follow, to bring me here," he proudly said. "It was kind of difficult finding just the right moment."

"It's reasonably safe right now," Zun said. "And if you do impress even somewhere else, you'll come here, and train?"

He nodded. They were quite alike, actually, and even if she hadn't been there to help him learn it was obvious that Zun's skill in mental tasks had been inherited well by her son. Eventually, late in the afternoon, his future-father would be found. A night time scout rider, watch-dragon pair, and general party-goer, N'ny fit the bill nicely for a complimentary mate.

"I'll remember you," N'ny said, when Nizul was meant to head off to his own dorm. "I can't forget, anyway."

"Ah, so that's where my memory comes from," Nizul laughed. He was pretty sure that while his father might remember him, it might be a bit different in the decades to come, when in fact he was conceived. Nizul's memory wasn't perfect like his father's, but it was definitely strong, and lent him a good basic grasp on anything he set his mind to learning.

Star charts and math were things that he greatly enjoyed, and at least now, he would get the time to practice them and other skills without the worry of extremely bad Threadfall. S'xon approached him and made certain that they were both clear on one thing: no cheating for people in the future. No bets, no gambling, no notes in record books about hatchings or anything. The tall, dark weyrleader expressed that he did know many who traveled in time, as well as space.

"It's dangerous, and troublesome," he admitted. "And yes, I've done it myself. In fact I might have to take you where you're going myself, just to make sure. We might as well get going, you'll have time once you're back. I think there are others waiting already - Isla, isn't it?"

Nizul nodded, "yes, that was where a clutch was waiting."

S'xon helped him re-gather his clothing and goods, though he'd hardly had any time to unpack and most things were still in his travel baskets. Then, they were off to Isla, where an unusually colored female had clutched with a fine blue male.

"I'd normally suggest that you find a clutch with at least a bronze expected," S'xon said, "if anything because you've got plenty of high-ranking riders in your lineage."

"I know sir, my father's parents, my mother, and he both on ranking dragons. But they're not really for me, I think."

S'xon placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, "that's true. And any dragon is a good dragon - you'll find the one you're best for, and you'll be a great star-gazer. Shards, there's no telling what you could do in the right circumstances, so we'll train you up. You'll know what you need us to teach you, Nizul. Only you will know."

S'xon bowed, and would head up to the Weyrwoman's office to explain what he'd learned too. Not that having a candidate displaced in time was anything really unusual for Isla or Dragonhope... But more that he was to be sent back to Dragonhope as soon as possible, for weyrling training, instead of remaining here. Whatever the future held for him, he was needed at Dragonhope.