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 Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:45 pm
[Insert Wing Name here] not-so Big Informal Debut
Open to all adult riders from the June customs, even if you don't have your dragon cert yet.
Compliments of Wingsecond K'em and Wingleader S'kagi, a new Wing of dragonmen(and women!) has been formed. Some of them may already know each other, some may not; whatever the individual cases... Lyveana would like to call a brief meeting of the new wingmen to better acquaint herself with their faces and tempers and to introduce herself as well. It is nothing formal, but following her notification of promotion and the onset of dinner, she's sent out a small message via Ruinnth letting everyone know her location at one of the long tables in the Dining Hall not far from the entrance...
Please, bring your own klah.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 8:56 pm
Mella was studiously combing her damp hair when she felt a burst of annoyance that wasn’t her own. Setting down the comb, she turned and located Cresth, the source of the emotion she felt. The blue dragon was lounging on his bed, a hint of red bleeding into his drowsy eyes, showing his displeasure at having his nap further delayed.
“ What is it?” she asked quietly, closing the distance between them in a couple quick strides. Since he hadn’t been asleep yet Mella doubted that Cresth wuld get himself too worked up, but decided to avert this potential headache before it could start. She gently massaged one of the blue's shoulders as she waited for his answers. Finally the blue let out a low rumble and swiveled his head to see his rider.
' You’re wanted in the Dining Hall by-’ the Blue paused, quickly becoming more irritated as he couldn’t recall what name, if any, he had been told. ‘ You’re wanted by a female in the Dining Hall for some sort of meeting.’
Nodding, Mella began to plait her hair into a single braid, pausing only briefly to remind Cresth that he’d need to bring her down from their weyr. Cresth grudgingly got up and waited for his rider to climb on before he dropped from the ledge and circled down lazily towards the ground. Mella spared a moment to ensure that she left Cresth in a good mood, using an age-old tactic: the promise of food.
Upon entering the Dining Hall, Mella paused, her darks eyes sweeping across the tables as she tried to discern who might have asked for her audience. Her gaze landed on a nearby woman with bright green eyes who seemed to be in the Dining Hall for more then just business. Hands clasped behind her back, she stepped out of the path of the door – rude to block doorways – and tilted her head questioningly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 9:24 pm
I have relayed your words Lyveana. Ruinnth crooned gently in the back of the greenrider's thoughts. The young woman of Keroonian heritage nodded absently in response, and sat with a heavy thump at one of the long tables not far form the entrance to the Dining Hall. She honestly hadn't the foggiest notion(barring a long list she'd been handed earlier) of who her new comrades were to be, but as with most things, Lyv had resolved herself to just make the best of the situation and cut straight to the chase once the announcement had gone out. Thankfully, Ruinnth hadn't seemed the least bit bothered by the idea that she would be responsible for more such relays in the future, so Lyv pushed the wayward thought that such a promotion might be a bit much for her green to the back of her mind as she watched the entrance.
Cresth's rider comes. The green added, mere moments before Mella entered and looked in Lyveana's direction. That was prompt, please thank Cresth and his rider. Was it Mella? She asked, having no trouble discerning the other woman's intentions even if the memory of rider names was eluding her for the moment. Obviously if the woman had come for just food, she wouldn't have paused at the door.
It is Mella, you remember correctly. Ruinnth added again, demonstrating for not the first time her aptitude for remembering names once prompted. Nodding slightly, Lyveana got to her feet and waved Mella over, gesturing to an empty seat across from her.
"Good evening! Thank you for coming! You are Mella correct? Of Blue Cresth?" She began, smiling benignly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 12:38 am
Mine, Ruinnth says hers would like to see you, Iawanth's voice woke the sleeping man. He was just recovering from the flu that seemed to be sweeping around the Weyr. He had been taking random naps for the last few days; he was just starting to feel like himself. Iawanth was pleased, he was sick of laying around and doing nothing.
P'ree opened his eyes and adjusted to where he was and remembered that he had gone down near the wherry pens with Iawath, so that the blue could eat and he caught a few moments of shut eye, he still felt weak from the flu.
"What does she want?" he spoke out loud. You're supposed to sit with her and our wing in the Dining Hall. the blue stood over him expectantly maybe we will be practicing soon, doing group maneuvers to fight Thread. "Maybe, let's go, I'm starving."
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"Ladies," he clapped his hands together as he approached them, "Iawanth says you've requested my presence," he gave them a wink and a smile.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 1:31 am
Ruinnth's rider calls. Niyath's voice broke through, causing the tall man to open an eye. He himself had been settled in the Dining Hall, and though he had noticed the green rider's entrance, for the most part the bronze rider was enjoying a quiet evening. After dinner was always the best time to lounge and enjoy the company of the quieting Weyr. Though he had been leaning back in a corner, for the most part unnoticed, the tall man had mastered the art of studying his peers ever so discretely.
And what does she say? He prompted, downing the last of klah (already gone cold) and giving his fifth sweetroll a speculative gaze. The tasty treat honestly didn't stand a chance against his sweet tooth.
Poor thing.
She says you're to meet her rider, Lyveana, in the Dining Hall. Just a few tables down from where you sit. The bronze added quietly as an after thought.
The dusty blonde haired man might have figured it out himself, he mused, already noticing the approach of what looked to be a blue and another green rider. So what on Pern might be going on. . . ? And why was he being requested? Well, there was only one way to find out. Picking up his half-eaten, but quite large, plate of sweets the tall rider stood. It was with a very lazy lope that he ambled over to the table, lop-sided, easy going smile permanently in place upon his features.
Saying little, the natural introvert took a seat, nodding happily to others in amicable acknowledgment but not wanting to interrupt their discussions and greetings at hand. He'd wait to introduce himself, wait until there was actually an opening to speak.
T'loa was in no rush, as usual.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 4:56 am
"Mine. Lyveana of Ruinnth calls, you are to report to the dining hall to meet with the wing."
R'than looked up from mending a ripped shirt seam and sighed. The new wingleader. A green wingleader. How was she supposed to lead the wing when she couldn't last out a threadfall? The world was becoming a different place, greens in positions of command, scores of candidates, pressure for space and food and...
"Let's go then, give me a ride down will you old man?" His new weyr - he thought of it as that even though he'd been in it for more than two turns now - was one of the highest up there was. Seemed to be one of the smallest too. When he had been given the choice between moving from his old weyr either into a large one which he would have to share or a small one of his own, he had gone for the latter. And now he was sharing it. Still, there was nothing to be done about it, and duty called. Besides, it did have quite a spectacular view.
R'than and Garith both rose to their feet, sighing in unison at slight stiffness in various muscles and joints. There was no need to bother with riding straps just to drop into the bowl, so R'than simply pulled himself up onto his lifemate's thick neck and held on to a ridge as the brown stepped off the ledge. So. The new wing, and he was to be its second. Perhaps a green wingleader would work out somehow... He wasn't quite sure how that could happen at the moment, but either it would work or she would be replaced with a bronze or maybe a large brown. Garith alighted, and his rider slid carefully to the ground, patting the big dragon on the neck before striding towards the dininghall.
It only took him a few moments of scanning the crowd to spot the woman with bright green eyes. He knew her by sight, and remembered her unusual Impression clearly. That, apparently, had set the tone for her whole career as a rider. Green wingleader. Who'd come up with that one? Equality was all well and good, but this was madness. A leader who wasn't there couldn't lead, and even the most enduring green wouldn't last a whole threadfall. They just weren't made for that, or for command. Yet, it was happening, had happened, and they were his superiors. He'd do his duty, and he would answer to them without question.
"Lyveana," R'than came to a halt before her and gave a respectful nod, "R'than of brown Garith reporting." There were a couple of riders here already, but he didn't know any of them well... Was it... Melle? That didn't sound quite right. P'ree he was fairly sure on, and the approaching man with dusty-coloured hair was... T'loa?
"Theirs are Cresth, Iawanth, and Niyath," Gairth put in helpfully.
R'than sent him a thought of thanks, and offered the three a smile as he waited for their wingleader's acknowledgment. He could greet them once that formality was done with, but not before.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 8:02 am
Others approach. Iawanth's rider, Niyath's rider, and Garith's rider. Ruinnth interrupted, drawing Lyveana's attention from Mella briefly as her eyes flickered towards the entrance, then back towards the rest of the dining hall in an automatic reaction to her green's words. When a broad shouldered dragonman with the shoulder knots of another blue rider approached and extended his greetings, she searched through her mental list of names and came up with what she hoped would be the right one.
"Indeed, P'ree. Thank you for stopping by during your dinner hour." She said, unmoved by the bluerider's wink, but generally accepting of the friendly smile he offered. "Please, do join me here and have a seat, we're waiting on a few other riders and then I'll talk quick and let everyone get back to their dinner plates." She said the last with a slight smile, as she had caught T'loa's approach out of the corner of her eye and noted the rather large plate of sweet treats he had already procured. Niyath's rider. Ruinnth said helpfully, noting where her rider's attention had gone. "Good to see you joining us as well, T'loa." She added, armed with a fairly accurate guess on the man's name.
Turning back to scan the entrance for anyone else who may be looking for them, she noted an older man's approach, but she had no trouble anticipating who this rider was even before he introduced himself. She'd made a point of doing a quick run through memory lane when she found out who her 'Second was to be, and while she was grateful it was going to be an older, experienced rider...
Garith's rider is a bit old fashioned. Ruinnth commented privately, echoing Lyveana's unspoken thoughts with a rare bit of sarcasm. Schooling her expression, Lyveana returned the brownrider's nod and went as far as to respectfully salute the older rider. The result of her memory trip was that the wing would be served best if she and R'than worked well together to anticipate problems and find lasting solutions. She was confident in her ability to think outside the box, but she did not have the kind of years on the wing that R'than had. She sincerely hoped tradition wouldn't stand in the way of their working relationship... but with older riders... one never knew. "R'than, welcome and thank you for coming."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 9:41 am
He returned the salute, and found a smile for the new wingleader as well. She wouldn't have been chosen if she was no good for the job. Her dragon's colour might hinder her, but that was what he was here for. It wasn't an ideal situation by any stretch of the imagination, but they were stuck with it. Still, it would be better if he was answering to a bronze rider, or another brown. Who had put the rider a green in charge of a wing? Was this some sort of social experiment?
"We shall see what we shall see," Garith said softly to his rider. "Either this... idea will work, or it will not." The brown's tone left no doubt in his rider's mind that he expected the latter. R'than had to admit he felt much the same. A green could tell a bronze what to do, yes, but if the bronze didn't feel like it, the natural pecking order would keep said green from pushing a belligerent dragon into following orders. Still, this was the first meeting with their new wing, their first position of authority, and they weren't going to spoil the moment with bad grace. Better a well behaved, honorable, level-headed and bold green than some layabout bronze... Probably.
The whole exchange of feelings and ideas between rider and dragon had taken barely a moment, and R'than was able to add; "I look forward to meeting everyone else," in a timely fashion. Turning to the other riders, he smiled again "P'ree, T'loa, Mella," thank shells the name had come to him; he too had been given a list of names and was able to math the girl to the name of the blue Garith had supplied, "glad to see you all. To meet you all, at that." The Weyr was so full these days he felt he knew fewer riders than he did not know. It hadn't been so in his youth... Or was he just misremembering? Memory could be a fickle thing.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 9:54 am
Mine...! Sigranth's decidedly imperious, if affectionate, voice startled A'dan out of a comfortable daze, where he had been sunning, propped comfortably up against the dragon's warm, smooth side and listening to the strong hearts beating beneath his ear. He'd not intended to go to dinner, preferring instead to take his dinner alone as he was feeling a little bit under the weather.
Hm? A'dan reached up to attempt to pacify his lifemate with a pet, but Sigranth gave an amused noise, and craned his head around to look with pleased blue eyes at the drowsy form of his rider.
Ruinnth's Lyveana wishes to see you in the dining hall, rumbled the proud baritone, and A'dan found the big nose nudging him as if to push him to his feet. Though I would not be upset if you wished to stay and oil me. Sigranth was teasing, but the way the proud bronze arched his neck it was almost like a smirk -- he was half-serious after all had been said. The same warm, affectionate feeling welled up inside A'dan that always had -- still, even after several Turns, he could barely believe his luck.
I'll return, then, with oil. After I see what my wingleader has to say. After a moment's affectionate rubbing, A'dan let himself reluctantly slip away from the big bronze, and headed down toward the dining hall, sniffling a little bit. Sharding flu, he thought, as he half-jogged, mildly sun-blind, down and into the Hall in question. If he wasn't careful, it was going to ruin him -- and he could feel Sigranth's amusement dominating the corner of his mind at that thought.
Once he'd arrived, it wasn't hard to find his wingleader, whom he'd not yet met. Still, if the woman and hers were chosen, A'dan was hard-pressed to have any qualms at all. It'd be a worry later due to his wayward dragon, but for now, he'd simply get to know them. "Pardon my lateness," A'dan said mildly, offering a smile and hiding another sharding sniffle.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 10:26 am
He quirked his brow and obeyed, "Where ever you want me." he couldn't resist giving her another wink as he took his seat.
P'ree could feel Iawanth's restlessness, he did not want to sit idle while his lifemate played nice with others. The restlessness seemed to infect him much like the latest sickness, and he squirmed in his chair, pulled his hands through his hair to smooth it out a few times, and continued to watch the others.
He could not read the wing seconds face and wondered how the brownrider felt knowing he would be taking commands from a greenrider. P'ree couldn't care either way, he would be a pain in anyone's side as long as it got a rise out of them.
"Good to meet and see all of you, I was wondering who I'd be stuck with," he chuckled.
This is dull, Iawanth.
Watching you sleep was dull, he quipped back, We'll be practicing soon to fight thread, it will get exciting.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 11:29 am
“ I am.” She answered, sliding into the indicated seat.
Shortly after Mella sat more riders began to arrive. In response to the first arrival’s introduction, one of Mella’s eyebrows inched up slightly in a mixture of amusement and acknowledgement. ‘ He seems like he’ll be an interesting character.’
Next came a man that could be considered tall even by Weyr standards, something that left Mella slightly impressed. ‘ That one’ll be easy to spot, at least.’
An older rider was the next to arrive. Although she hadn’t originally been aware of the reason for this meeting, Mella had arrived at a conclusion of her own: this was the formation of a new Wing.
‘ This must be about our new Wing assignment. I suspect the woman, Lyveana, is to be Wingleader, seeing as how she called the meeting. She is a greenrider?’
‘ Yes.’
‘ Interesting.’
Mella was curious to see how the older rider would react to having a female Greenrider as Wingleader. She was also curious to see how any and all Bronze and Brown dragons in the Wing would react to being given directions from a Green; Blues, she thought, would have less trouble with such a situation.
“ I agree.” She said in response to R’than’s statement. If she was to work with these people it would make sense to get to know them.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 11:40 am
"Mine," the usually affectionate voice cut crisply into the rider's thoughts; clearly the green was rather miffed over something.
"Humm?" The blond stepped gracefully into the dining hall, his attention mostly on food instead of what his bonded had to say.
"Mine, stop thinking so much about food - your stomach will get fatter just thinking about it," she taunted. At that, the green rider paused and gave a half-hearted glance at his stomach. Before he could reply with anything regarding the fact that he wasn't the least bit fat and she was simply poking fun at him, her voice once again cut through his thoughts. "Ruinnth says hers would like a meeting in the dining hall with the new wing members." She relayed the exact whereabouts in the dining room - not that Z'ven couldn't see the group on his own after a quick glance - as well as a very firm reminder that he'd better behave himself if he wanted a bed to sleep in tonight.
With an inward, affectionate sigh at his lifemate's thoughts he sauntered towards the table, and gave the wingleader a polite nod and gracious smile. "Z'ven of green Tiarenth, present and accounted for." With that he turned and joined the others at the table, preferring to sit near his new weyrmate. "Good evening, R'than. How're you?" He hadn't seen the elder rider since that morning, but he'd been busy with a rather possessive green who insisted on a long bath and being oiled.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 11:59 am
P'ree seemed like quite a cheeky one, but that didn't necessarily make him a bad rider. Besides, his comment about who they'd be stuck with was quite relevant, even if he would not have worded it like that. Together they were, and together they would work, he'd see to that, even if it meant giving himself an internal telling off once in a while. Still, he preferred Mella's less... less... well, cheeky way of putting it.
...Ah, Z'ven! He had been glad to see at least one person on the list that he actually knew. He and the greenrider had shared a weyr for... a couple of months now? Something like that, it had seemed like the easiest thing to do after their previous 'weyrmates' had got together. They needed a new term for somebody who shared your weyr, but with whom you were not in a relationship. They needed not to have to share their weyrs anymore, come to that.
"Z'ven," he offered the greenrider a smile and a nod, "good to see you. I trust you and Tiarenth are well?" He did like Z'ven; his devotion to his dragon was admirable, and he well understood the man's protective streak. Certainly he could do with controlling his temper a little better, but everyone had their faults; his compassion and ability to focus on whatever task he was given more than made up for that. All in all, he was a good man to share a weyr with, even if he wasn't especially tidy-minded.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 1:11 pm
The blue-eyed wingrider grinned, shifting himself slightly on the bench to sit more comfortably. He'd prefer his own weyr as well but out of everyone he could've shared with, he was glad it was R'than and Garith. Tiarenth was pleased with their decision as well; she knew that neither rider nor dragon would be all that distracting for Z'ven, and therefore agreed quite readily.
"Yes, we're both well. We left early this morning, as she insisted on having an early breakfast before a nice long bath and oiling," he said with a lop-sided grin. One of the main reasons she enjoyed both, especially being oiled, was because Z'ven only focuses on her and nothing or no one else. And he knew how much Tia loved having his undivided attention.
"Of course, Mine. But then again, you should only be focusing on me all the time anyway."
He didn't bother to reply to her, preferring to make a quiet, amused noise instead. He took a moment to look around the table at the other riders who'd gathered before him, not really knowing any of them. He'd recognized Lyveana, but that was because he'd heard mention of her being wingleader from R'than. He'd only known the brown rider and his bonded for a couple of months, but he'd learned quickly of the other's preference for more... well, for more conventional things. A green wingleader was certainly not conventional, and even though Z'ven didn't mind - he was rather excited, actually, to be in the wing with the first green wingleader - he knew R'than would prefer something less... different.
He turned back to the elder rider and smiled again. "How about you? How are you and Garith today?" He did enjoy rooming with the pair, even if R'than was quite a bit neater than he was. That was alright, he didn't mind attempting to keep his space more organized if it pleased the other pair. He respected them both, and he had to admit being organized did help him find things a lot better than before.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 2:00 pm
"We're both well, thank you," R'than replied with another smile. "Spent a lot of the day doing mending, but Garith and I went for a leisurely fly as well." It was good to get up in the air; both of the felt a lot younger with their feet off the ground, and R'than remained grateful that his lifemate's wings were still strong and supple... Well, after a little warming up in any case, but that was easily done up on the ledge just by stretching and beating.
So, now there were six of them, where were the other members of their new wing? On their way, no doubt, it hadn't been long at all since Lyveana's call yet after all. While he waited for their arrival, R'than pondered the make up of the new fighting force. Two bronze, but one brown, three blue, and five green. One of which was the wingleader. Who, when the thread came, would not be with them for an entire fall. Not even for half in all likliehood, though he knew Ruinnth was tougher than most of her colour. So... was he going to get assigned a wingthird or something? The arrangement was preposterous, and once the Thread did come that would be easy to see. For all that Lyveana might have the mental capacity to command, her dragon did not have the natural superiority to make others jump to her order, nor even the stamina to last out when it mattered. Stupid. Pure and simple. Intervals did give rise to some sharding silly ideas, it seemed.
"Sigranth and... and His, it beings with an A, are coming," Garith told him. "What is the rider's name?" he added earnestly. "I must learn the riders in our new wing, especially if we are to be the seconds."
R'than had to think for a few moments, the image of the page hovering tantalizingly out of focus in his mind's eye... "A'dan," he supplied eventually, "A'dan of bronze Sigranth, yes." The sooner he got to grips with names the better, it wouldn't do to look at one of his wingriders and be lost for a way to address them.
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