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Vespeth was not a social or personal dragon, though her rider was on the bubbly side. At times she wondered what she saw or how Sarai had roped her into the latest lets go and see things. The current case in point was the refugee camped. It smelled, was muddy, and generally just discussing and yet she was all but marching inside it, tail flickering in irritation while her rider continued to babble. Vespeth might have tuned her out.

Sarai smoothed the rich dress she had donned for the occasion and well, her boots might not go with it, but they did keep her out of the mud, for the most part. The dress was one of the few things she had brought. She lounged half on the green’s neck, cheerfully waving at the children and others.

The woman who had been directing the group of Clay Women broke off, striding towards the group of displaced riders. She was a tall and muscular woman, with dark pockmarked skin - the sign of some childhood illness - and dressed in men’s clothing, stripped down as far as possible. Sweat had dripped down her back, and she had obviously been working herself as hard as the girls and women she had brought with her.

“Nersha of golden Sereth” she bowed low, a smooth gesture, still holding the spear she had been leading the drill with. “We were told to expect you and your entourage” Straightening, she smiled (she was missing a few teeth), meeting Nersha’s eyes before glancing across the group. “We are certainly honoured. I believe other representatives are awaiting you” She had a curiously formal way of speaking, and an accent that said that she might have been from Telgar way.

Settling back down Sereth was content to let the conversation go after the bronze's apology. Unfortunately he was not and an irritated rumble vibrated through the dragon's chest. She did not like being woken, nor did she like this bronze presuming to tell her what she should do. They are very aware who she is, that is why she is there. She had her humans with her, there was no need for Sereth to be hovering over her like a mother-wherry. Letting out a huff the gold shifted again, glancing at Banneth before trying, once again, to go back to sleep.

Nersha was aware of her dragon's stirring, but knew her curiosity wouldn't be peaked the moment the Tiaeth suggested something to her. Sereth didn't take well to suggestions at the best of times. Feeling her attempt to get comfortable and sleep longer Nersha was able to turn the majority of her attention to the woman striding towards them. She was imposing, there was no denying that at all. Something the rider herself never had, and probably never would experience. Nersha smiled politely, inclining her head in return of the woman's bow. "Thank you," she said pleasantly, "Would you perhaps be able to guide us to where they are?" Her or anyone really. Either way they needed a guide. The camp was not exactly organised. Not in any way Nersha could tell.

“Of course” The woman bowed slightly, then, her face a little flushed with what might have been a very pure delight, added “It really does seem as though we are living in a time of miracles, that you appear out of nowhere, and - if you will excuse my chattering - it makes me feel as though we could achieve almost anything. Perhaps change our status in law, for it isn’t just that a woman’s life is worth half of a man’s, or bring the dreadful practice of debt-bondage down forever, and - no, too much, I will save it, but I really - we really - do all feel so honoured”

She turned sideways to look at her pupils, with a jerk of her head. “Go on, you’ve all got chores! Jerene if I find you’ve been slacking I will tan your hide and use it to bind books!”

Apparently satisfied, she turned back, attempting to look a little more formal. “Please, follow me”

She led them towards a large ‘square’ near the centre of the camp where a small gathering of men and women - mostly men - had gathered around a small fire, on which a pot of klah was heating.

No, Sereth replied with a slight hint of a huff. There is a bronze suggesting I be more alert for Nersha's meeting. As though she has never had a meeting before. It was ridiculous, her rider was perfectly safe. Meetings were boring, Nersha had them all the time and they were always boring. How best to respond to the awkward Lords new marriage? Who should now be in charge of the candidates? How many bags of tubers did the Weyr have?! It was stupid and boring. Besides, your rider is with her.

Nersha smiled back at the woman. And it was a sincere smile. She had so many hopes, hopes that they could make things better. Not even just for herself. All this woman wanted was for the world to be different. Yet, while she smiled, Nersha felt her gut twist. There was no way she could see for her to fix these things and do what needed to be done. She was no great revolutionary leader, it had taken so much for her just to maintain things in the status quo everyone had seemingly wanted things to be in before. Yet here she was, meeting people who saw hope in her mere existence. It felt like she was lying simply by being. Following the woman Nersha packed up her feelings and pushed them away. There was a job needed doing and for the good of those that had come forward she had to do it.

Then, maybe, she could see if there was anything she could do.

Nersha looked at the gathering around the fire as they drew near. Quickly she glanced back at her group to be sure they'd not lost anyone and instead noticed they had gained one. The other of the two bronzeriding twins. As long as this one didn't fancy bringing trouble with her then it was just fine by her. Nersha's gaze lingered on Ra'fe a moment before she nodded briefly and turned back to the group. This was it. Saying a quick, polite, thank you to the woman that guided them she stepped forward.

"Greetings, I am Nersha of gold Sereth, former Weyrmistress of Benden Weyr, and I believe you desire to speak with me."

[Who sucks? Con sucks at remembering things. HUGE apologies]

“Merciful Nersha, we are honoured by your presence” a large man in fine clothing rose to his feet, sketching a graceful bow. He was not a small man - in fact, his bulk was massive, though there seemed to be some muscle underneath the rolls of fat from the way he moved. “Is there anything that we can offer you?”

“You can get her some sharding klah, Mitche, not stand around pulling fine words out of your arse” the Clay Woman said sharply. “Or are you waiting for a woman to do it?”

“I hardly think squabbling amongst ourselves is the image we want to project” a third Sofiane interjected gracefully. The older woman had - while the other two were facing off - walked over and begun to pour klah, and now moved forward to offer it to the rider and her accompanying escort. “My lady. As Mitche said, we are honoured to have you visit us - your reappearance has been nothing short of miraculous. Please, forgive us our disagreements, and sit and drink with us. Your fellows are equally welcome"