Sunstreath had spotted the gold almost immediately when he'd flown up to perch on the Rim, silent for a long few moments as he considered what to do. ((I'des. I'des, there is a gold.))
(Course there is, Sun-sun. It's a Weyr, isn't it?)
((Mine. It is a gold.))
(So go say hi. Wait, which gold is it?)
Sunstreath didn't deign to reply, instead swooping to snatch and kill a herdbeast from the pens, and then angling to drop it before the gold, landing just beyond and immediately lowering his head.
((I have never seen a gold as magnificently beautiful as you.))