This Weyr seemed so odd to the A'ryk. Everything seemed so different since he was used to colder climates in the northern mountains. The people were friendly enough but everything was so bright and colorful. Flowers and other plants seemed to bloom everywhere and the heat, and the high humidity, was going to take a lot of getting used to.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost hadn't heard the girl speak to him at first. When he realized it was him she was speaking to he paused and blushed a bit before replying. Deep down he still felt very out of sorts and not sure if he could ever really open up again.
"Thank you," he stammered, tripping a bit over his reply. The last several days had been hard on him. Never before had he found it hard to talk to a girl. That it was happening now only served to discomfort him even more.
Mike ~ A'ryk