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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 3:27 pm
You speak. Many hear. Many do not listen. Mine does not approve our of leaders. She has said so to others. But she supports the, Tatath stumbled for a moment reaching out to her rider before continuing, structure of the weyr. How it is done. We hold no resentment towards the other colors so long as they work for what we want. As for those placed above us. Greens may be low on the list but we see and know much more sometimes than others do because there are so many of us. Tatath wanted to be much more than green and her rider wanted much more than to be an ordinary rider. But the color of her hide made all the difference. Only so much change could take place and even then, Tatath felt that she would still be left at the bottom.
"So not the paradise they make themselves out to be then," Canoake smirked. More comfortable now, she readjusted herself to be more at ease. She tapped her fingers along her leg and continued. "It would be nice though, to have your own hut. A little bit more private I would assume. Of course, if it's anything like a proper weyr, no matter what everyone knows everyone else's business." She chuckled at this, remembering her times as a weyr brat and adding to Benden's gossip. She listened to what he said about the ancient crafter and allowed a slight frown to appear.
"It will be nice to see a large clutch once more. Though it is hard to trust this man until we actually see the results. No sense in counting your flits before they hatch and all that." Looking over to her love, she noticed the green was starting to come more into color. How long did they both have, she wondered silently. Again, F'itz spoke and this time she truly heard the concern in his voice. Golds were always needed. She gritted her teeth and wondered if they would let that red dragon mate. "A young queen with a good amount of sense would definitely be helpful. One that all the dragons, not just the bronzes and browns can look up and admire. No offense, F'itz. But we have to be led as well." Restless, she reached out to Tatath to try to sooth her thoughts. Thread would come and unless they went back in Time to when it fell, there was only so much preparation to be done. Lives would be lost, there was no doubt about it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 2:04 am
"They think me a fool for I do not speak as clear as the summer skies," Brumath rumbled without rancour, "it is for them to listen or no. If they will and will try not only to listen but to understand then perhaps it will be to their gain. Then again, perhaps not... In any event, we too do not resent the way the world is made as such we... I merely question the events that unfold before us. Each colour has its value. Each bears listening to, not for their colour but for their mind. Let bronze and gold stand above us, but let them heed the masses below them. Let them recall that were we able to see out hearts, each and every one would be green." So it was with the strange colours too, for they had talents that green-blue-brown-bronze-gold did not. Was it worth it? They were also weak, prone to sickness. Did their skills outweigh the way they drained their Weyrs? The risk to their riders? Hard to say, but certainly in his mind they were not mere runts. They should not be dismissed out of hand.
"Indeed not," F'tiz replied, giving a rare chuckle. "I liked the warmth," he went on, "but it wasn't worth the rest of it, and the hostility of the natives didn't improve matters... Humm, I didn't see their huts as too dreadfully different to our weyrs, but of course they're on ground level so anyone who fancies can wander in. In any case though, yes, I assume gossip there is the same as here usually, although of course while we were there all they talked about was us." At that point they grey-haired rider actually cracked a grin. "They thought we were there to steal their Queen egg," he snorted, "can you imagine? All we wanted was to observe, if they hadn't been so hostile to us it would all have gone a lot smoother I think. Another thing I find interesting is that they haven't thanked our healers for finding out about the mystweed, and effectively saving Pern. Too proud I suppose, far too proud... Oh, and I take no offense," F'tiz made a dismissive gesture. "I agree with you and I know Brumath and I aren't the leading sorts, it's not something either of us has ever desired."
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 4:42 pm
Then they are the fools. I enjoy listening to you, Brumath. I think I will enjoy many conversations we will have in the future. ANd as you say, we are all green underneath our skin. I hope that it will be remembered when it comes time to lead and listen. To fly and keep the despair from our hearts when Thread is in the sky. Tatath was a little wore out from all this thinking and talking. She hoped that her rider was finishing up her end of the conversation. A nice scrub and nap were what she needed.
"If only they could have seen our help for it was...simply help." Canoake shook her head and listened more. Again she gave a dry laugh as he spoke about the paranoia of Trine. Were they really such simpletons down South? "And look at the fools now. Playing off of Benden's good nature. It was our bronze that gave them a fine hatching the last time and even now, we assisted because the Weyrs are needed to keep Pern at peace." The rider was simple astounded at how the two New Weyrs could be so far off in their thoughts. "I have a strong desire to help since I can not lead. And I shall do my best to help Benden any way I can. You must forgive me, F'itz. We have spoke a couple of candle marks and my belly is letting me know. Would you care to join me for a meal while Tatath goes off to sleep?"
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