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It wasn't long before S'kor and his bronze came strolling up. "Ho D'lin! Greetings Plexith. Need help with anything? Brought Scarath to help Plexith." He grinned with amusement, at the large bronze following behind him. Leaving the dragon to settle himself close to the tent and take up room, S'kor moved to easy talking distance. "Honestly he expects any tidbits left over."

D'lin was not at all surprised to find S'kor and Narisa were the first two to arrive and he had to chuckle a little bit at his seconds comment "Of course he does - we wouldn't expect anything else from Scarath" He remarked with an amused shake of his head.

"No worries Narisa, we all understand how things are lately..and I was here far earlier then we had planned or there would probably be more to do" He assured her with a smile. "Really I'm just glad you could come - I'm not sure that we'll all see eye to eye and it will be good to have some output from outside the wing's. That goes for the both of you" He added with a nod to S'kor. It was nice to have a second he could rely on as much as one could rely on S'kor.

'I am doing well' Plexith replied, crooning a pleased greeting to Cepheith as she arrived 'Have you come to help us keep the masses away? I'm hoping someone tries to be nosy..it might be fun'

D'lin had told N'mol about the meeting of Wingleaders, Seconds and Weyrwomen the day before, but he'd been detained briefly into the start time of that meeting. Much like Narisa, he had wanted to arrive with D'lin, though his reasoning was to be able to assess the other 'leaders and 'seconds as they came in. However, it had been more important to finish the surprise conversation with the former-Dusk Treaders first.

The surprise was with the timing, rather than the subject matter. The new Dawn Fliers had taken to heart N'mol's offer to speak with him about their new Wing placement, and several of them had come to him in a pack, challenging his decision even though he could tell most of them understood the need. He'd had to handle that with precision, which meant being late here. It also meant that he had had to make Kindra wait several minutes while he finished up; he couldn't let his new riders believe-- Greenriders though some of them were-- that he considered anything more important than his wingriders. That was a sure recipe for conflict and disaster, and he didn't intend to have either of those things in his wing.

It had been Kindra's idea to arrive together, and though N'mol wasn't sure if she wanted to do so because they were friends and she felt more confident with them showing up as a pair or for the more political reason that it would show a united Benden front. Either way was acceptable, but N'mol and Tyeth both rather approved of the latter. Tyeth because it hinted at him having more power than he technically did have, and N'mol because it was important to show that just because Benden Weyr was lost did not mean its riders were scattered or weak or free for the taking. They would survive.

N'mol and Kindra arrived breaths behind a boldly patterned Bronze he recognized only from glimpses around the Weyr in the last few weeks, but Tyeth was not one to forget a Bronze's name once he learned it.

Calanoth of Malvren, he offered to his rider as he set down on the beach and watched N'mol descend to the sand. Nearby, Suunath was doing the same for Kindra. He arrived when the fighting at Malvren began to look lost. He is a Wingleader.

N'mol was going to say he had assumed that, but then he thought of his own Wingsecond. Bronzerider Wi'vren's wounds were healing. N'mol was grateful that the man had remembered to make it to Trine-- and, a small part of him acknowledged, had stayed faithful to a 16-Turn-old Wingleader whom he had challenged from the start. However, it seemed that their truce had longer-lasting effects than N'mol had expected, and for that he was immensely grateful. Now he could turn his mind to the topics D'lin wanted to discuss with a clear head, putting aside the concerns of his Wing for... well, the concerns of Wing and Weyr.

With their riders gone, Tyeth repositioned himself near to Suunath, his deceptively green eyes taking stock of the other Bronzes in the area. On the ground, N'mol let Kindra precede him into the tent and stepped in after her, out of the hot suns of Trine. He took half a beat to sweep his gaze over the assembled, an amiable smile on his young face as he quickly took stock of the essential ruling bodies of the Weyrs (Abigail and her Weyrleader excepted), much as Tyeth was doing outside. He was almost grown into his full height at this point, so at least he wouldn't look quite so young among the assembled.

"D'lin, my apologies for being late," he offered, and then nodded to the others in the tent as he stepped up to the table. "N'mol of Bronze Tyeth. Wingleader of Benden's Dawn Fliers. I know some faces here, but I'm sure we'll need full introductions a second time once the others arrive." N'mol thought there were at least one or two other Wingleaders or Wingseconds to wait on, unless casualties had been worse than he thought. Malvren had more than one wing make it, hadn't they?

If ever there was a tense meeting then this was it, the tension oozed through the air as surely as the heat of the forge had back when he was just an apprentice smith rather then Bronzerider and Wingleader. The last of the expected people had all arrived one after another in rather quick fashion - leaving D'lin no time to do little more then nod at them each in turn. It would be nice if this meeting went off smoothly - but he was well aware that many of the people present were either suspicious of one another or anxious to keep from being seen as less then those from the Weyr they now found themselves stranded in.

As a Wingleader from Trine he supposed it was his duty to welcome and allay those fears as best he could - like it or not for the time being they would all have to learn to work together. Though by the looks of it that might be a bit harder then he had initially hoped - N'mol and Kindra had arrived together, D'lin was positive that this was no accident but a conscious display on both of their parts - he liked the both of them he truly did but the near constant political games they liked to play got tiresome after a while. Perhaps because he himself did not enjoy such things...and how would they deal with the crimson wingleader? She was sure to throw the pair for a loop - given that she broke all of their traditions. He wasn't going to go into Malvrens bronze wingleader - he looked like he'd spent the night at a gather somewhere and hadn't recovered yet. And he was going to try and get them all to play nicely. It had the makings of a long meeting...best to get started then and with a glance at his two fellow Trine riders he smiled at everyone. He had made it a point to learn all of their names a head of time - even those he had not yet personally met.

"Thank you, everyone,for coming - I know that your all busy and finding time to come couldn't have been easy. Since not all of us have met before I'll introduce everyone. Ladies first - We have Kindra of Gold Sunnath from Benden, Kleos of Crimson Moriath from Malvren and Narisa of Gold Cepheith from Trine" He introduced , motioning to each in turn. He hoped that Narisa wouldn't feel slighted that he had introduced her last but he didn't want the others to think he was favoring his own Weyr and introducing the Crimson rider in between the two golds would hopefully keep her from thinking that he didn't value her as much as he did them - because he did, she wouldn't be a wingleader if she wasn't capable.

"And for the men we have Z'fer of Bronze Calanoth form Malvren, N'mol of Bronze Tyeth from Benden, my Wingsecond S'kor of bronze Scarath from here at Trine and of course myself - D'lin of bronze Plexith" There, while N"mol would no doubt be irked that he hadn't been intorduced first he was hoping the fact that he had introduced Kindra first would trump that. Keeping everyone happy was not going to be a game he enjoyed playing.

"As you know threadfall is coming regardless of our current situation and I tohught it would be a good idea to get together and come up with some sort of a game plan for how to handle it...I don't want to fly into threadfall arguing with the rest of you about whose in charge or whose covering which area. We all have our different way of dealing with things but for a little while at least we are all going to have to work together." Barely pausing - because he was positive that if he did someone would say something and get everyone off track or the entire meeting would dissolve into arguing he forged ahead.

"I thought long and hard about how to handle this and I've come up with an idea..I propose that we draw straws to see who leads this first fall and then fall into a rotation where each wing takes a turn at leading for as long as we are together. The Wingleader whose turn it is to be in charge will have authority over which wing flys where and when..it is the fairest I could come up with..however your all invited to toss out any ideas you might have as well."

Having been carefully coached by his rider to keep the peace and not spend his time trying to one up the other bronzes before arriving Plexith made sure to greet each new dragon arrival to the meeting equally as they arrived, making sure to introduce himself to those he had not yet met.

Kindra had arranged with N'mol to arrive together, as a united front of what was left of those that led Benden, true that neither were weyrleaders but they were as close to it as they had at Trine, Suunath being Benden's only Gold at Trine, and Tyeth, was a Wingleader. not to mention Kindra and N'mol were close.

Suunath gave off a happy feeling when Tyeth settled near her, however she did observe the other Bronzes too, and the other Gold. "Greetings Cepheith" she said politely "Plexith, you are well?" she added to the Bronze she knew better of those present, giving a small rumble of greeting to the Bronze she didn't as she snuggled against Tyeth.

Kindra smiled at her Gold and turned to the meeting, her limp only slight now but it was there and she hated it, another reason she'd arrived with N'mol, to give her more confidence here but she kept quiet while the Wingleaders talked, she was a Goldrider, not only that she'd been kept sheltered and as such didn't think she had much to add beyond her presence, being in a strange Weyr, and the unfamiliar surroundings had her more than a little shaken, she'd always had the comfort of stone and even in the tent, she felt too exposed.

When the crimson landed Suunath rumbled politely, there'd been a Crimson at Benden yes but she was surprised one was here, one with wingleader Status it seemed "Welcome Crimson, i am Gold Suunth of Benden" she greeted, her tone curious but not unfriendly. Kindra on the other hand was slightly annoyed that a Crimsonrider was there, she assumed the woman was just curious but she glanced at her knots stating that the crimsonrider was a Wingleader. Her jaw clenched a little but she kept her mouth shut, this wasn't her Weyr, it wasn't the Crimson's either, her Knots denoting Malvren Weyr but it wasn't her place to comment, especially if they were keeping their ranks from their weyrs, if she tried to complain about the Crimson retaining her status, then N'mol's would be under scrutiny too so she kept her mouth shut but her face was clearly not one of approval of the woman.

She was mollified by D'lin introducing her first and foremost though, the man instantly shooting up in her respect. Even she had to admit that D'lin was being pretty smart, she'd never flown a Fall, was never likely to but she would need to be there for those Dragons and riders that got hurt during Threadfall so it made sense she knew the plans too, not that you'd have kept her away. She was trying as best she could to be a proper Goldrider but she'd never had the right turtoring at Benden, them not having a Weyrwoman to teach her, only W'lin so she was learning here, she wasn't entirely sure she liked it but she had to learn, for when they got back to Benden finally.

She snapped out of her musings when N'mol said that he would volunteer to go last, her head whipping round to him, she almost blasted at him there and then but she remembered where they were and it wouldn't be the best of ideas to berate the Bronzerider in front of their peers, so instead she shot him a look as she snapped her mouth closed, her jaw painfully clenched against her words. Her face turning a little red in her anger.... how DARE he volunteer to go last, they should be first, to prove that Benden Weyr wasn't broken or lacking any, that despite their small numbers they were just as good as Trine and Malvren. She fumed silently, contemplating storming out but behaving as she should, as her mother and father would want her to. Her glare at N'mol was one that promised further discussion, she wasn't about to let this drop but she would hold her tongue in company.

S’kor nodded as Narisa arrived. “How are you doing?” He was amused. I’ll see if I can’t save you something. Once he reassured his dragon, S’kor turned his attention to matters at hand. While he didn’t mind arriving early to help set up, he was pleased when he didn’t have to. “You should have had Plexith contact Scarath. We would have been here sooner.” He very much doubted all the gold and bronze riders would see eye to eye. This was going to be an interesting meeting. Which meant he would give what input he could, and watch the others.

Then others started arriving. S’kor greeted Z’fer. “Glad you could come.” He stepped back to D’lin’s right for him to do the official greetings. Ready to help in any way his wingleader would need. His eyes noted N’mol and Kindra arriving together. Then the mass introductions. S’kor gave a broad nod to all around as his name was mentioned. Poor D’lin with his juggling act.

N’mol’s offer for his wing to go last, certainly surprised him. Most riders were eager to fight. He wondered if there was a reason behind the one given. S’kor made a note to pass it along to D’lin. His eyes glanced to Kindra to see how she reacted. He noted the look she gave the bronzerider before hiding it. Clearly she did not appreciate the gesture.

The bronze rumbled a greeting to Cepheith. Welcome Cepheith. I am, thank you. How are you and Yours? He turned a blue eye on the other bronze. What do you have planned Plexith? Scarath calmly welcomed the new arrivals with short bugles. He also kept his eye open for those who were not suppose to be there. When a bronze and gold that he didn’t recognize, he made a point to introduce himself. “Scarath of S’kor of Trine,” the bronze said to Tyeth, Suunath, and including Moriath and Calanoth.

Kleos' already erect posture stiffened when D'lin introduced her amongst the ladies. Did he class her along with the goldriders rather than with himself and the other wingleaders? Her lips pursed into a flat line but she listened quietly while the Trine wingleader spoke, closely followed by the Benden boy. Sensible suggestions, but the boy's offer made her suspicious; did he think he had something to gain by going last? Was he afraid? Tch, well it only made sense for him to be the last in any case; how many turns could he possibly have been flying with his dragon, not to mention the fact that he was so obviously still in his teens? His lack of experience disturbed her.

When Z'fer addressed her Kleos turned to him and incline her head, her face relaxing somewhat at the familiar friendly presence. "You as well," she replied softly before turning back to the rest of the meeting.

Squaring her shoulders and folding her hands behind her back, she fixed her gaze firstly on D'lin. The moments she had been listening to what everyone had to say - or not say in the case of the fuming Benden goldrider girl - had given her time to calm and refrain from snapping. "Wingleader D'lin, while I am grateful for your introductions in future if such things are needed I would prefer that you class me by my station and the duties I carry out, not my gender." There, that had been reasonable enough had it not? She thought so, and wanted it to be despite feeling slighted; they needed to work together, forming rifts would benefit nobody.

"But in any case, if there are no orders from the Weyrleader as to how we are to organize ourselves I believe drawing numbers would work well. N'mol, if you wish to go last in the rotation I have no objection to that."

When the younger female addressed her Moriath gave a rumble of amiable amusement. Addressing Sunnath alone she said; Benden. The crimson's blue eyes dulled somewhat as she thought of the fate of that place, and of her own home. she added in more serious tones, She could not face the idea that Malvren was gone for good. It was her home; she had to recover it somehow.