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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 8:44 pm
It really was. Still, the green pair had talked long and hard about it. Courath had been impressed by Kleos's words during the Wingleader meet. Her talk of honor, respect and preparedness had been exactly what the green wanted to hear from the meeting.
In the end though, Dizzian just didn't know Kleos well enough. It also helped that a good portion of Dizzian's friends rode in D'lin's wing. He was courteous, attentive, responsible and Courath understood that in the end, Dizzian would feel more comfortable among familiar faces. That may help her prepare to fly thread better than any training. Maybe someday down the line, things would change but Courath didn't feel the need to press the issue. She was content with the choice they had made. D'lin and Plexith would lead them well.
Dizzian didn't waste any time after the two had come to an agreement. She changed into a clean set of clothes, brushed her hair (ok maybe she wasted a little bit of time), and set off for the Wingleader's office. Spazz, her blue flit accompanied her, quiet for once on her shoulder as he sensed her anticipation mixed with a hint of nerves.
Outside D'lin's door, Dizzian straightened her tunic and patted her hair down, primping in an effort to stall. She rationalized it as not wanting to look bad in front of her future Wingleader.
~ Plexith?~ Courath begged the bronze's attention politely. ~ Mine wishes to speak with yours. ~ Dizzian's cheeks pinked as Courath pre-empted her and she hastily knocked on his door in response.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 8:16 am
'I will tell him Courath, thank you.' The bronze replied with a courteous tone. He rather liked the little green, she must have a great will to have survived the wher attack that had befallen her.
'Courath's wishes to speak with you' Plexith relayed to his rider at almost the same time that there was a knock on his office door. 'Thank Plexith' D'lin replied before calling out a welcoming "Come in!" To Dizzian while he continued to shift through the parchment in front of him. Suffice to say organization in the office had gone to shambles with Ceta in the infirmary. D'lin was happy in his chaos and his wing never suffered for it, he knew where everything was (it just wasn't where more organized types thought it ought to be) ...but he was attempting to clean it up a little bit...because Ceta was going to chew him out if she got out of the medical unit and it was a complete disaster still.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 11:46 am
Dizzian heard the call and with a deep breath, pushed open the door, peering around it's edge as she did so. The mess that greeted her might have surprised her a little bit, but didn't bother her. She was much the same way with her own possessions, preferring them all out where she could see them rather than put or filed away. She never had trouble finding her stuff as long as no one tried to tidy up after her. A clean room was a sign of a sick mind. She shut the door on the sunlight behind her.
"Morning Wingleader! Well, Afternoon I think..." She clasped her hands behind her back. Why could she be so confident up till now and loose it all the moment she was in his presence. She tilted her head as he dig through the papers on his desk. "Are you ok?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:37 pm
D'lin glanced out the open door, catch a peek at the sky. "It does look like morning sneaked past us." He agreed before motioning her to come on in and sit down. "Nothing's wrong just trying to sort through some things." He assured her with a smile as he set down the pile he had in his hand. "But what can I do for you Dizzian? Plexith said you wanted to speak with me?"
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