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R’than’s voice sounded as she continued in; stopping only once she was waist deep. She turned then and faced the beach, feet grasping at sand as waves knocked against her. It wasn’t the best of times, but it certainly wasn’t the worst either. There might be minor inconveniences wrought by the loads of people crammed into Ista Weyr, but that wouldn’t last for long. It simply couldn’t – one way or another the population of the Weyr would even out. Thread would exact a toll on the number of dragonriders and that was a fact. Weiwin briefly pondered how riders, on an individual level, dealt with the possibility of dying or losing their dragons. Then, of course, her thoughts flitted into her mind as she thought of her own mortality. However, her final thought was that death had to be a more frightful notion for a dragonrider.

Kneeling for a spell, Weiwin got her hair nice and wet. Black shimmering curtains hung on either side of her cheeks as she rose; her head turned to the side a bit, black tendrils swinging as she eyed the beach.

Talk of a sweeps and perfect locations pulled her back into the present and she asked, “Where are the Searches being conducted?” She was mildly curious as they couldn’t have overlooked a volcanic mountain in the Northern continent. So, a new Weyr in the Southern continent where the landscape was as feral as it was beautiful … or so she’d heard. She didn’t think it a likely proposition, for one thing how would they carve rock to form living spaces once the right local was found? Even if the means were available for such work, it would take turns for the project to be finished. It certainly wasn’t a fix for their immediate problems. “And, what happens when the right location is found? There are other Weyrs with overcrowding issues; do you think a new Weyr will solve the general problem?” More like which Weyr gets first dibs on the joint.

A'ras took in R'than's words as...well it came from my wingsecond...mmm...that could be considered close enough to an order. He smiled to himself as he tucked his head under the water one more time to grab at the shells and sand below. Knowing he might use that piece if somehow he didn't quite make it back in to drill with the motley crew. Eventually his fingers came across another shell that was a little smaller but good enough to take back. But soon he turned his attentions to the others again, "Yes, more eyes upon a new Weyr would be a wise thing indeed. Eventually, there isn't going to be enough space for all of us if something isn't done."

Cavaruth stretched his wings out and shook off a bit of sand as he sat. "You would think that someone would have found something by now. I have to wonder if someone hasn't shoved it under the rug." said Cav using words familar from his rider. He listened to A'ras' rants about conditions enough to form a similar opinion. He'd like to have room on a perch to stretch without rubbing every dragon's wing. Although it made getting to know the ladies much easier. However, the food wasn't nearly as good at the Weyr with stringy animals and more competition for food in general. "It would be good to find something new soon. I think that A'ras is interested in pursuing a new Weyr as well."

Any excuse to get out of the Weyr, would have worked for A'ras but finding a new Weyr had that appeal that solved so many problems. Especially with Winter around the corner, A'ras was saving up his favors at the holds to get a few decent Herdbeasts for Cav if things got lean. A'ras had a sinking suspicion that things would not be easy for the Weyr.

"Mm...well the searches are supposedly being done anywhere there is a possibility at least from what I have been told." It frustrated A'ras that he hadn't been told that much really. He should have pressed the issues further but of course he'd have expected the bronze or browns to have spoke up first...been more forceful with the leadership. Maybe they had? Well, R'than was a brown rider but it seemed like he didn't have any idea either. "Well, when the right location is found, I am guessing that some will be sent down to investigate, clear out and prepare depending on what they find. It probably won't be a perfect situation but if a bit of our population was relieved here, then the Weyr would function better."

In the back of his mind, he wondered about the girl's thoughts, it would take a long time to clear caverns...build rooms. Unless they got really lucky. Was their a chance to find an old Weyr out there from times gone past? That was probably a very slim imaginative idea. More than likely it would be a long time and hard work....and starving dragons at this rate. That thought took him back towards the beach and Cavaruth...."I'm heading back to the beach. Seems like I've gotten my fair share of the water."

His mood was starting to swing just a little as he kept considering the future of the Weyr. Maybe that late night mapping project was sooner in his future. Shards knew he'd rather not sit around waiting because at this rate the leadership would be fool enough to assign a Candidate to Wingleader next. The kid could stand out under the thread and guide the dragons with flags from the ground!

Cav glanced up hearing his riders thoughts then blinked a few times wondering if he had hear that right, "Candidates as Wingleaders?"

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R'than laughed, eager to change the subject and very glad that A'ras had walked away without saying anything rash. "Ah, I like water just fine no matter how deep it is, so long as I can see the bottom. When I was a boy, my elder brother told me stories about sea monsters that frightened the life out of me, never quite got over that childish fear." He felt rather silly about it all, but didn't really mind people knowing about it, he was willing to put up with a bit of teasing, and it wasn't as if it was a weakness that could really be used against him. If anyone ever ditched him in deep murky water, Garith would be there like a flash to rescue him.

"Shall we go in?" R'than added after a moment. "I've got plenty of food in my bag, and by the sounds of it you could do with some!" He'd eaten breakfast not long ago, but the idea of a meatroll and something to drink was definitely appealing.

Garith rumbled softly at Cavaruth's words; that was coming close to being impolite about Lyveanna, and that was not acceptable. "That would be impossible," he said simply after a moment of considering his words. He had believed that a green wingleader was impossible until a little while ago, but he didn't voice that.

“That sounds great. I only had a small breakfast before running to the beach.” She felt like a dolt as she knew better than that, but at least R’than was here to shut up her gut. Geeze, it might scare wee ones and their families away thinking it was one of those dreadful sea monsters of R'than's youth. Funning aside, though, she was a confident lass walking back to the shore, hips doing their usual dance from side to side. She couldn’t help it, really – ever since she had grown ‘em, she’d adopted a girlish sway to her walk.

When A’ras spoke she waved up at him and nodded at the heartbreaker. “You’ll have to wear more than a loin cloth up North.” She decided that she liked to tease him as she watched the pair takeoff.

Then, she asked R’than if Garith would mind her giving him a friendly pat, you know, while the rider gathered the stash of food. She was already walking in the brown’s direction. The older dragon seemed to be enjoying his R&R, would he be bothered by a squirt like her paying him attention? She was smiling.

A'ras waved as he took off with a very large smirk at Weiwin's last comment. She definitely had spunk and... intelligence - something that this Weyr could definitely use as of late. Normally, he might have been distracted much longer by someone like her, but sometimes things took precedent even over his need for the ladies. There were other days and he'd plan for a run to Fort Hold in the future. Yes, that would have to be arranged.

...Yes. Well. R'than was glad that he had just taken a bite of meatroll and was able to take a few moments to ponder his response. "It isn't easy yet," he said eventually, "new wings never are. Having new people enter established ones is hard enough, but at least that's just one or maybe two people to bring into a tight knit force. With us that camaraderie needs to be built up from scratch, and it isn't made easier by some people's attitude to Lyveana's appointment." Himself of course among those who were less than pleased, but he didn't have the luxury of expressing that to anyone but Garith. It was their duty to support her, and they always did their duty, no matter how hard or distasteful they might find it.

"I hope things come together soon," he went on after a few moments of silence. "People will get used to the idea of Lyveana," he never would, "and all of us within the wing will get used to one another." Most of them would anyway. A'ras, he suspected, would never truly integrate himself into the wing; the bluerider didn't want to follow some freak of a green, and neither did he. When their space issues they faced were finally solved there would no longer be so many riders that wings wouldn't need to fly a full Threadfall, and then frankly Hurricane Wing was stuffed. Lyveana would last a third, like all greens, and then he would have to manage both her job and his own. He would make a mistake eventually trying to do so much at once, and somebody on his wing would pay for it. He only hoped the greenrider was removed from her post before anything too serious happened, he truly desperately did.