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 Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 1:04 pm
Flying and sex. Frankly right now he was more interested in the first, but of course being a young male the second remained in his mind as well. Biology. Not a lot you could do about it really. "Don't worry about it," he said with a grin, setting the matter of sex aside for the time being, "at least one person in any conversation should be good at chat, and I'm certainly not that person... We will wait though, until the time's right. I've never been very good at not obeying the rules... well unless they're really really stupid rules anyway." Like... like... Well, when he was told to obey a really stupid order or whatever he'd know it and assert himself. No sense doing something dumb just because somebody with fancy shoulder knots said so. Especially the weyrleader, he thought with an internal sigh. Who had come up with that notion? Choosing leaders based on dragon sex? Really? How had everybody back in the days of yore thought that was a brilliant notion?
"I could try to give you some pointers on things I've taught Gilden," he said, smiling as he put serious matters aside to watch Cobalt's antics. "Until Firyal reappears anyway. Gilden herself might be able to help too, she seems eager to please, I might be able to communicate to her that I'd like her to teach Cobalt a few things." He wasn't sure how much he really knew on the subject, Gilden had been trial and error but she'd come out sweet and obedient. Maybe, though, that was thanks to her personality rather than his efforts. Still, he'd do his best to help out.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 2:30 pm
E'rik sighed dramatically and turned to one of the people he'd elbowed to sit down earlier. Gesturing toward C'mor, he asked, "Have you ever seen such virtue?"
The man - a Bluerider from his shoulderknot - grunted something without even glancing in the direction E'rik had indicated he ought and went back to his conversation. E'rik had been doing his best not to eavesdrop on it, but he'd grown up mostly in Harper Hall and acquired an unshakable habit of listening in on others' conversations. It was a very good way to stay ahead of goings-on. However, the Bluerider was not discussing anything interesting. Like most people in the Weyr around mealtime, he and his companion were commiserating about the poor quality of tithes recently. E'rik had heard his fill of that of late.
"I'm with you on the stupid rules thing, but I'm afraid I take just a little too much pleasure in bending those that're less stupid, too. I'm sure when I'm properly old and wizened I'll see the error of my ways, but I'm only going to be young once, you know?" Reflecting, it occurred to E'rik that his admission might earn C'mor's disapproval. He really was a very upright, forthright young man, after all. "If it's worth anything to you, I would never endanger anyone else, dragon or human."
He met C'mor's eyes to say this, to make sure the Bronzerider knew he was serious. Cobalt didn't know what his human was doing, but he stared fixedly at C'mor, too. He liked to play games, even though he had no idea what the rules were or how to win. This new game seemed easy enough. To give himself an advantage he fluttered off E'rik's shoulder to hover in front of C'mor's face.
"Cobalt," E'rik muttered. His hand shot out quickly and two fingers caught the blue firelizard's tail, tugging it gently. "Get back here."
Cobalt liked this game, too. He knew the rules, too. He would twitch his tail and his human tried to catch it. He usually won, but he hadn't realized they were playing. Next time he would win! He chirped at Gilden to ask if she'd like to play, though he wasn't sure how to include her. Maybe she could play with her human and it would be like humans versus firelizards! That could be fun!
"I'd appreciate it. Firyal says she got lucky that Numenor's clever, and Chance just does what Numenor does. She guesses a sort of apprenticeship is the easiest way to train chromatic firelizards." He shrugged. "The thing is, I can't really afford to have Cobalt getting in trouble. It looks downright ridiculous for a Dragonrider to be blatantly ignored by his firelizard. Apparently I'm not firm enough with him."
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 2:47 pm
"I never thought you would put anyone in harm's way," C'mor replied sincerely, "and... well, it's not my style but I suppose we need people who try the limits or we might forget what they are." And just what exactly did he mean by that?... If there were people who mouthed off and didn't do quite as they were told then... then... that wasn't a big deal all the time, and that was important. People who were like E'rik needed to be able to twist their own way a little or they'd never be happy. If such people were less common, if everyone was like he himself was, then every little infraction would be worth demotion, grounding, confinement to quarters even. If that happened then those who liked to live a little outside the letter of the law would be stifled, and everything they could contribute lost... and he had been thinking through this train of thought for a while. Again. He really ought to stop doing this.
"Anyway," he shook himself and reached up to stroke Gilden, "that theory sounds sensible. We learn by observing bigger smarter humans when we're young, it would make sense that the smaller flitts could learn well from the bigger ones. Mine you," he chuckled as Gilden nosed the side of his face affectionately, "she's not perfect. She usually does as I ask, but when she's feeling really clingy she climbs all over me and there's no stopping her short of really shouting and I don't like to do that unless I really need to focus on something else, it upsets her."
Gilden, more or less aware that she was mostly being praised, sat up tall and crooned to Cobalt. Wasn't she lucky to have a nice human? She did like to make him happy, because then he was happy and made her happy by being happy, and by feeding her extra and stroking her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 4:03 pm
E'rik raised his eyebrows. For someone who claimed not to be very eloquent, C'mor seemed to have a knack of putting things neatly. In the unlikely event that E'rik's opinion was ever sought for who ought to be given a position of authority, he would recommend C'mor in a heartbeat. After putting forth his own name in jest. The difference between them would be stark, and C'mor would show to advantage, he thought. The ability to tell hard truths bluntly without giving offense was rare. E'rik always had to dance around his criticisms or earn himself the threat of violence. But then, there was just something about him that invited violence if he wasn't careful with his mouth.
"If you ever feel like telling that to my Wingleader, and actually manage to convince him of it, I would build a shrine to you. I'm in a Wing with some great Riders, don't get me wrong, but discipline and repetition seem to be the bywords." He shut his mouth before he entered the territory of actually offering criticism. He was lucky to have been assigned to a Wing with so many competent Riders, and he was inexperienced and undisciplined compared to many of the Riders at Ista. And he wasn't really the sort of person who liked to complain too much, just as he didn't like to listen to others complain.
Cobalt fluttered back to E'rik and nudged his hand with his triangular head, encouraging his human to pet him like Gilden's was doing for her. E'rik obliged absent-mindedly, but he noted through his fingertips that the firelizard would need to be oiled soon. Tonight while he was oiling Dara, he supposed, he could take care of Cobalt at the same time. The blue wasn't peeling or anything, but his hide felt drier than usual.
"Firyal's pair aren't perfect either, and she's got Numenor about as well trained as any firelizard I've ever seen. He actually responds to mental commands and can sometimes make inferences." E'rik shook his head. He doubted Cobalt would ever demonstrate that sort of intelligence or initiative, and he was secretly relieved. Between himself and Daramulath his head felt quite full as it was. "I'm not really looking for tricks or anything, either. Just polite behavior."
He made a face at Cobalt, who was licking some imaginary dinner off of E'rik's wrist. Or maybe he liked the salty taste of dried sweat. Cobalt cheeped at him, unimpressed, and went back to what he was doing.
Aren't you glad I was never like that? Dara asked.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 5:43 am
"Maybe I will," C'mor chuckled, "I might even be assigned to your wing, you never know." Did he have a preference which one he ended up in? Humm, well actually he did quite like the idea of being in E'rik's wing, it would be nice to be able to drill with somebody he knew more than in passing, somebody who might even be a true friend by the time he graduated. ...Not his parents' wing. That would not be good, he just knew they'd treat him like a child, it was something they wouldn't be able to help in all probability.
"I suppose nobody's perfect," he went on, reminded of the flitt topic when Gilden nosed his face again. "When she isn't being clingy Gilden's a good one though. She can fetch things for me out of my weyr or from places she knows, she'll take notes to people, and I'm trying to teach her the idea of guarding at the minute... Actually Naedreth's started to be a help. He can often put things in a way she understands when I struggle to, maybe Daramulath could help you out? It's worth a try, certainly, I expect just teaching him to be good would be possible... Though of course," he shot E'rik a grin, "I'm sure there are some flitts in the world who just like to bend the rules a little bit even when they know what they are."
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 6:53 am
"That'd be great," E'rik said truthfully.
E'rik wouldn't have minded having C'mor assigned to his Wing, but it seemed unlikely, since the Wing already had three bronzes. But there was no rule saying there couldn't be more than that. He'd not really made much of an effort to get to know those in his Wing, figuring he spent enough time drilling with them, they probably wouldn't want to spend time with anyone from the Wing outside of practice. At least, that was pretty much how he felt about the subject.
"I guess we're neither of us in positions to hope to be assigned to one Wing over another. I hadn't even given it much thought before I received my assignment. Wonder how they choose that." The last was more musing than actual conversation, but he'd welcome C'mor's input. After all, the Bronzerider had grown up in the Weyr. E'rik could tell you how things worked at Harper Hall, but there were still aspects of Weyr life which were mysteries to him. He could make educated guesses, of course, but he didn't know for sure.
"Maybe part of it's that she's a metallic? I've heard the intelligence difference between metallics and chromatics is more noticeable in firelizards. As you say, it's worth a try, bringing Dara into it. He's usually more helpful in communicating with Cobalt than he isn't."
And there were times when Dara was not helpful. When he didn't understand completely what E'rik wanted from the firelizard, or was also unable to convey E'rik's wishes, which confused the blue even more. Consistency, Firyal told him, was important in training any kind of creatures. He supposed that could mean that he should work only without Dara's aid or only with it, but not go back and forth, but that didn't make much sense. Why limit possible means of communication? Shards, it was inconvenient of her to be scarce right now.
"Faranth spare me a flit who likes to bend rules. As it is, Cobalt's sweet enough that he's able to smooth some things over without being anything but himself. If he ever acquired a sense of humor, I think we'd probably be kicked out of the Weyr." E'rik chuckled. He was exaggerating. Things weren't as bad as all that, and by and large he got along with people. He was just feeling put-upon. It would pass as he got used to his new schedule, he was confident.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 7:35 am
"That would be very bad," C'mor chuckled, turning to inspect Cobalt and wondering what trouble the flitt might get into if he made the effort. "Anyway, you're right, in flitts the golds are by far the brightest, and the greens by far the dimmest. Makes it easier to teach a willing metallic flitt, but if they're not so willing I've no doubt they could cause the most havoc." From his shoulder, Gilden gave a 'Who? Me?' cheep and stack her nose in his ear.
C'mor waved her off with a snort of amusement, and the bribery of a small piece of meat. "I don't know what you thought you were going to find in there," he chided the flitt, "maybe looking for daylight on the other side?... I don't really know how they choose who goes where, beyond having the right number of dragons of the right size that is. Wouldn't surprise me if they put weyrlings who'd been troublemakers together in different wings on purpose though."
That would make sense, and if they knew weyrlings were enough it would also make sense to pair riders with leaders whose command style they would respond well to. It seemed they might have worked it like that for Hurricane wing at least; most of the riders were the sorts not to mind a green leader. He'd thought they'd pulled a bit of a blinder with her wingsecond, but from what he could observe the traditional old brown rider was doing his job quite happily. Shards though, that was one wing he hoped he didn't end up in; he doubted the wingleader would appreciate questions like 'Are you aware that when the Thread comes you won't be able to do your job, not due to your mental faculties but because you just can't fly for long enough?'.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 7:59 am
Cobalt, too, cheeped innocently under C'mor's scrutiny, mimicking Gilden. He might not be the brightest glow, but he knew when he was the subject of discussion, and he could tell the difference between praise and not-praise, though the varying degrees of not-praise sometimes escaped him. Fortunately for him, he was an empathic beastie, and better-equipped than some to at least gauge the mood of a speaker, even if he couldn't grasp their exact words. His vocabulary was very limited, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. He understood enough.
"Doubtless," E'rik agreed. He'd not met any metallic firelizards who had decided to be miscreants, but he had no doubt they existed. People who couldn't be bothered to instill some sort of discipline in them, or who didn't attend to all of their needs, might be candidates for delinquent flits. Personally, he had no idea how a person could fail to attend to a firelizard's needs, physically or emotionally. They were so pleasant and personable. Even M'al's foul-tempered bronze, Aeron, was an amusing little monster. From a safe distance.
He smiled a little at Gilden's inspection of C'mor's ear. He'd seen other firelizards do that with their humans, too. Cobalt, fortunately, did not seem to have that particular inclination. And E'rik's hair was too short for the blue to make a mess of it like Firyal's would if she let them. Numenor liked to pet her hair, and Chance did what Numenor did. When they were together, Cobalt tended to follow Numenor's lead, too. It was a good thing Firyal's bronze wasn't a destructive sort.
"My masters at the Hall used to say some people had nothing between their ears but a sign saying 'space for rent.'" He hadn't thought about the Hall in a while. He still practiced and missed music constantly, but thoughts of the Hall itself hadn't really occurred much to him. He tended to remember it more vaguely, too, unless he made an effort to sharpen his recall. Thank goodness for Harper memorization tricks.
"And you're probably right about separating troublesome weyrlings. The last thing any wing needs is an uprising. Or even just unorganized surliness or pranksters." At least E'rik had refrained from playing any pranks on anyone. He'd been known for it at the Hall. The problem was, the consequences were still more dire at the Weyr, even though his status as a brownrider offered some protection against rebuke, though not much. "It might be interesting to be in charge of making those assignments. Making all the personalities mesh, and the different skill sets."
He shrugged and uttered a relative non sequiter. "At least Dara's making it through the practices. Some of the greens and blues have to take rests. Which is to be expected, I guess. I wonder how Lyveanna's wing is going to deal with actual Threadfall."
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:51 am
Now that sounded like an interesting job. There would be all kinds of observations to make, options to weigh, tiny little factors to consider... Something he would probably enjoy by the sounds of it. Not a job he could expect to get hold of any time soon though. "I... don't know," he said after a few moments, having finally registered E'rik's musing. "Perhaps Hurricane wing will only fly a third of each Threadfall... That would be sharding inefficient though," he muttered thoughtfully, "not that I see any other way of dealing with it... unless maybe they end up with a second to the second that is... Or maybe they'll be... just a sweep riding wing or something?"
"That's stupid," Naedreth put in with a mental scowl, "we are meant to fight the Thread! Why is there a wing that cannot do that?"
"Don't ask me," C'mor sighed, "some mad 'equal rights' thing? It's not that women shouldn't lead wings, it's that greens shouldn't because they can't." So far as he saw it, that ought to be that. But it wasn't. He supposed there must have been some good reason to make Lyveana wingleader but he couldn't imagine what it had been.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 11:09 am
E'rik wondered if the job of coordinating wing assignments was one that only went to Weyrleaders, or if someone who was just particularly good at reading people could somehow be given the post. He would derive a great deal of pleasure from such an activity. He'd get to evaluate people based on the minutiae of their personalities and their dragons' as well as their strengths and weaknesses as riders. It would be great fun. A bit like Harpering, in that it would require him to use his much-honed powers of observation and his understandings of group dynamics and...there was no way under the moons he would ever be given such a task.
"That does sound inefficient. Perhaps they mean to have her ride someone else's dragon? I can't imagine hers would stand for that." The speculation was amusing, and on a topic that had occurred to him once or twice before.
I would not permit it, Daramulath chimed in. You are my rider, and unless I am too badly injured to fly and nobody else could possibly do the job, I would not want you fighting Thread with any other dragon. You're mine.
"I think that's unlikely, too. At least if Dara's reaction is any indication. He's quite adamant that I'm his and he's not willing to share. Or something like that."
Mentally he reassured the brown, I would not want to fly with anyone but you, and if you were incapable of flight, I would not leave you for anything.
He could sense Dara's satisfied rumble, though the dragon was too far away from him to actually hear it. He was gratified to have said the correct thing to his bondmate, who worried a little too much about these sorts of things. Even his commitment to his dragon sometimes seemed stifling, and when it did he would laugh off Dara's concerns rather than make the declaration that would alleviate them. It wasn't kind of him, but he sometimes couldn't help it.
"I suppose it's not really something to concern myself over," E'rik said, referring to the matter of Hurricane wing. "The Weyrleader must have known what he was doing."
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 11:44 am
Oh how he wished he believed that. He wished he could believe that any weyrleader was a good one based only on their rank but that was impossible. To be perfectly blunt, you got the job if your dragon was good at sex. There were mediating factors, such as the favor of the senior queen or really, really wanting it but neither of those made you any better for the job. All in all, it was just about as stupid as having a green wingleader.
"I hope so," he said aloud, unable to bring himself to just lie and agree, "I suppose when the time comes we'll see what Hurricane wing is used for." Display? Becoming a courier service to bring in extra revenue for the Weyr? Both sounded more plausible than them being a serious fighting wing. "I know I wouldn't fly against the Thread with anyone but Naedreth," he went on with a shake of his head. "I suppose if I absolutely had to get on another dragon to get somewhere important I would but... Well it's a strangely uncomfortable idea." Before his Impression he had been happy to hop on his blood father's green, his mother's blue but now... Now he'd really rather not.
"No other dragon is good enough for you," Naedreth told him calmly, "that is why. You belong to me, and me alone. Until we can fly together, you will not fly at all."
No, he wouldn't, not even to get to an amazing gather. He was Naedreth's, and Naedreth was his. Flying with another dragon would feel oddly like cheating on his lifemate.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 12:13 pm
"I'd say they'd make decent envoys, but there are so many holds that are painfully traditionalist that a female greenrider leading the wing would probably not go over well. Which is a shame. Though I'm not sure what they'd actually find more objectionable: a female wingleader on a green or a female wingleader on a dragon more traditionally male..." He smirked wickedly, imagining how well such a meeting would go. Or wouldn't go, depending on the circumstance. He'd been born into one of those holds, and hated it.
"I get the feeling that if he was ever grounded for injury, and I was tempted to fly with someone else, Dara would arrange for me to be similarly grounded." E'rik grinned so that it would be clearly evident that he was speaking in jest.
I would not! Dara protested vehemently, nearly blocking out E'rik's other thoughts for a moment. I would never!
"All right, he wouldn't. I don't suppose your dragon has a sense of humor? Mine doesn't seem to grasp the concept." His voice sounded as though he was a long-suffering sort, but he doubted any would believe that of him. He was not as demonstrative in his affection for his dragon as some, but it was undeniable that Dara meant the world to him.
I grasp it, Dara said irritably. I just see nothing funny in the thought of you being hurt, and even less that is funny in the thought of my arranging it.
It's funny.
I don't see how, the dragon pouted. That was something new. He'd not known Dara to pout before.
Just trust me, E'rik assured his dragon. I'm pretty good at this humor thing. I've been doing it a lot longer than you have, and with a higher overall rate of success.
"Apparently I would be a failure as a comedian to dragons. But, yes, it is an uncomfortable idea at this point. Now that I'm bonded to Dara, it doesn't seem appropriate to fly with anyone else."
Cobalt warbled a query that E'rik had no idea how to interpret, but decided to reply with a reassuring rub on the headknobs. "I wouldn't trade you, either. Even for a smarter, less greedy firelizard."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 5:03 am
"Ah well," C'mor chuckled and shrugged, "I suppose you can't please everyone. Naedreth seems to be getting better at understanding jokes as he gets bigger, quite a lot of them are still passing him by but he's only young yet." He understood things like 'How do you make a watchwher fly? Drop it off a cliff!' but sharp observations of current events didn't quite click with him yet. That was fair enough, he supposed, as he didn't tend to make them.
"I'm not that young!" the bronze protested belatedly, apparently rousing himself from the start of a doze. "I'm older than all of the clutch that just hatched, and didn't you say I was one of the first in mine to hatch?"
Amazing the things dragons latched onto and remembered, or then again perhaps he'd subconsciously been remembering and Naedreth had picked it up. "Fine," he said aloud, raising his eyebrows at E'rik and grinning, "you're not that young Naedreth. Nearly big enough to fly now, aren't you?"
"...Mine, you're prat... patr... patronizing me, aren't you?"
"Maybe a little," C'mor murmured with another grin, "but not a lot. You are getting quite big... Humm, though, greens and wingleaders. I'm not sure what the hidebound masses would dislike more to be honest. A woman on a brown could be seen as a threat to their masculinity, but then again a woman wingleader with a green could be seen as the same and it's all a terrible affront to tradition of course. I expect more than a few bronze riders here were more than a bit put out when her appointment was announced come to that." Oh look! A woman on a tiny dragon who's never had any sort of command before! She'll make an excellent wingleader, what a brilliant idea! Shaking his head and sighing slightly, C'mor took another bite of stew and tried not to wonder what had possessed their weyrleader the day he came up with that one.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 5:47 am
"He has moments where he grasps humor, and even uses it correctly, but then there are other times where it goes right over his head. I'm afraid the poor dear is terribly earnest."
It's not terrible to be earnest, Daramulath pointed out. Maybe you're just not as funny as you think you are.
Aren't you snippy today? If you go down to the lake I'll join you in a bit with oils. E'rik's reply to his dragon came as C'mor spoke to Naedreth, which he hoped would make it less noticeable that his attention was partially elsewhere.
Coming to the Weyr, E'rik had been quick to grow accustomed to the way riders divided their attention between the conversation they were participating in physically and the conversations they held with their dragons. Some made an effort to be subtle about it, and others didn't. Those who didn't tended to look like they were staring off into space while they spoke or listened to their dragon, or they would c**k their head to one side as though they could actually hear their dragon. E'rik had never been sure whether those people did so because they hadn't mastered the ability to converse without giving away that they were doing so, or so that the person they were conversing with in person would know that their attention was divided. Personally, E'rik tried not to let on when he and Dara were speaking unless Dara was physically there, in which case he would speak aloud, so that the others wouldn't feel totally excluded. Providing, of course, that the subject matter was appropriate for outsider ears.
He played with Cobalt as he waited for C'mor to conclude his conversation with his dragon, flicking small bits of food at the blue firelizard for him to catch and gulp down. Cobalt caught most of them in his mouth, but some went awry, and he scrambled madly to get to them, as though afraid they would vanish. Perhaps, with Gilden around, they might have. When C'mor returned to the conversation he'd been having with E'rik, the ex-Harper stopped flicking food to his firelizard and attended once more.
"That about sums it up. 'All a terrible affront to tradition.' If I were gutsier, I'd ask Lyveana, since I'm sure the subject's come up, but there's no good reason for me to do so, and I imagine she wouldn't take the question well. It's not that I'm doubting her ability, though. Not really."
He'd been the one to introduce the topic of the green wingleader, hadn't he? He supposed he ought to come up with something new or make his goodbyes. Dara was making his way to the lake, and E'rik would still have to run up to his weyr to get the paraphernalia associated with oiling a dragon, which always tended to go better when there was light to see by.
You could ask him to come with you, if you want to continue talking to him, Dara pointed out. But I am ready to be oiled.
"I should probably be going. Daramulath is requesting - and deservedly - to be oiled. If you want to come along, of course, you'd be welcome." That was not one of his more graceful exits. At least he hadn't mentioned how lucky C'mor was to have the option of going to bed early if he wanted to, or made any sort of move to leave before excusing himself.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 2:04 pm
Ask her. He'd have a lot to ask her, some of it things she'd probably be happy to answer, some that she wouldn't be. C'mor did not consider himself a traditionalist, not in the least, he was just practical. Bronzes should lead wings, browns or other bronzes should second because the big boys had the endurance to last Threadfall. When it cam to actually running the Weyr... Why did dragon colour matter? Humm. Well. He supposed it could be hard for a green; they might have a powerful mind, their rider the same, but could they command the larger dragons? Most likely not. So it made sense - almost - to have golds and bronzes running the Weyr. The method of selection didn't make sense though, and if a brown, blue, or green did have the power to push other dragons around, why not them?... Maybe he should do some research.
"You always do some research," Naedreth sighed, "I get bored when you're looking at those bits of paper Mine."
C'mor smiled slightly and sent a mental apology to his dragon - he'd research later, he'd come and be with the bronze soon - before turning his focus fully back to E'rik. "Thanks," he said with a smile and a nod, "but I should go and be with Naedreth. He's going to sleep soon, but I've not spent much time with him today. Another day though I'd like that... I'm glad you came to sit with me E'rik, I wouldn't have liked to miss out on knowing you for longer. Have a good evening, and give my regards to Daramulath if you would." it felt like so long ago now that he'd first met the former harper. He supposed it had been quite a while by anyone's standards, and for him it was... a different lifetime he supposed. In any case, it had been too long since they'd spoken; E'rik seemed like a good rider, and a nice man to boot. He always could use more friends.
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