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 Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 11:56 am
The scarred crimson spiraled down to the ground, alighting with a soft thud and trotting to a halt. As her rider debriefed the wing after their drill she stretched out her weary muscles and reached for the mind of another dragon. Gold were no crimsons of course, locked into one single course in life poor creatures, but they were still females and so Moriath held them in fairly good regard by default. Anyway, she had learned enough diplomacy over the turns not to set out to anger dragons who could crush her mind if they took it into their own to do so.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 1:50 pm
The Gold had been sunning herself on the beaches of one of the lakes, great wings spread and draped around her as Amelia worked intently on scrubbing down her bonded's hide. The queen's head arched as someone so casually addressed her, the tone female... a Crimson. She didn't like the Atypical dragons over much, they were doted on too frequently she believed. She didn't think she'd have to be more specific then that - it was hard to miss her.
Shifting, she informed Amelia of the exchange and the former miner quirked a lip in minor irritation. She was in the middle of doing something! Ah well, this Kleos would have to take her as she was. Amelia had never been one for being a priss and pomp usually either bored or annoyed her... still, they'd moved here with the intent to make the most of the competition Trine was said to be hosting. She might as well say hello.
Slicking her hair back as best she could (it merely sprung out in crazy bits from the sweat and sand and moistness), Amelia shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked around. "Who are we waiting for love?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 11:25 am
As she replied to the gold and Kleos finished speaking to the wing Moriath stooped a little to allow her rider to climb back up onto her shoulders before lofting into the air once more to skim just above the rooftops over to the lake.
The gold was easy to spot of course and only a couple of minutes after first addressing her Moriath touched down a short distance away from Sharath. she said with a hum and a small incline of her head,
Kleos would really rather have liked a chance to have a good bath before meeting with the new gold rider but she didn't have the luxury of spare time for that this afternoon and she had already delayed this meeting for too long, it shouldn't be made to wait just so that she could appear before the good lady primped and preened. Sighing internally at the thought of the fetching red tunic hanging up in her weyr that she would have loved to wear for this occasions Kleos freed herself from the straps once more, slid to the ground, and pushed her goggles up on top of her head.
Amelia was less delicate than she had come to expect of gold riders; this lady was no fragile blossom and was easily the equal of her own height too. Kleos saluted, keeping her eyes firmly on Amelia's face and off her figure. "Junior Weyrwoman Amelia of Sharath; Wingleader Kleos of Moriath at your service." It was a hopeless thing to think of gold riders like that in any case, a great tragedy in Kleos' (secret) opinion.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 12:13 pm
Sharath rumbled when the Crimson pair winged over, her gaze playing across the dragon's much-scarred hide with a bit of a frown. The gold snorted a bit as she spoke privately to her rider, So marred. Looks more like a wher, then a proper dragon.
Amelia shot her dragon a look before saluting back to Kleos as Sharath greeted Moriath, Greetings Moriath. We are well.
The Wingleader's abrupt introduction and stiffness confused Amelia for a moment - she wasn't that scary was she? Drawing herself up tall and squaring her shoulders, Amelia offered a handshake, "Well met friend. Please, relax. What news do you bring?"
Sharath, however, recognized the awkward attempt at being professional and whuffed, lowering her head to hover just behind hers in a silent gesture of 'I'm watching you'
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 1:05 pm
The look that Sharath shot at her was not missed but it took Moriath to a moment to process it, she was not accustomed to any dragon looking at her like that anymore. A little flame of anger flared to life in her belly and flickered for a moment in the depths of her eyes as she settled herself down with her forefeet crossed casually over one another. she commented to Kleos iciy. Oh... dear. Kleos contrived not to look at either dragon. she said as she stepped forward to shake Amelia's hand by reflex, noticing only afterwards that one didn't usually shake hands with a gold rider. she added to Moriath swiftly, the last thing she needed was for this to go badly.
"Thank you gold rider," Kleos said after a couple of moments, trying to do as Amelia had suggested and relax. If she just focused on what she had come here to say rather than possibly angered dragons, or the gold rider's figure, then all of this might yet go well. "I wished to find out what you already know of the wherholds, and of our current situation with them," she continued. "I also wished to give you my formal welcome to Trine Weyr, and to ask if there is anything I or Dauntless Wing many do to help you and Sharath settle."
you?> Moriath complained privately to her rider.
Kleos replied, and then she did look up at Sharath. The dragon was indeed looking at her from just behind her rider in what Kleos felt was a rather pointed fashion. Kleos added, giving the gold the benefit of considerable doubt.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 1:23 pm
Amelia's grip was strong and confident, her calloused hands belying her heritage even after her Impression. Nodding thoughtfully, the goldrider gave a shrug, "Well, truth be told, I know only what the other Weyr knows - that Benden tore itself apart from the inside out and Malvren fell to the same influence... and Trine's nearly there and in heavy need of a Weyrwoman." She glanced at Sharath then did a double take and huffed, turning away from the Wingleader to push at Sharath's head, her expression exasperated, "What is your problem you big ninny? You're supposed to be making friends not giving people the stare of death." She waved at Moriath and pushed against the gold's snout, her feet digging into the rock and sand for her efforts until Sharath sniffed, nosed her rider, and lifted her head.
And you are supposed to be making connections, Mine. This Weyr will be ours. The ambition was unmasked as she spoke to hers. Amelia simply laughed, long used to the desire for power from the gold. They would have the Weyr, she agreed.
Turning back to Kleos she cleared her throat and continued as if nothing had happened, "We are here for consideration of that position. I need only know how to achieve that recognition." She smiled charmingly, "As for settling, an explanation of Trine's customs would be appreciated... We are accustomed to High Reaches' traditional approach and I must admit I am not used to seeing the odd colours." She glanced at Moriath.
Sharath, for her part, had tromped over somewhat gracefully to sit down before Moriath, her neck arched proudly. We are to be comrades... she paused, this part was always so difficult. It was easier telling people what to do then it was getting to know them so she defaulted to the most obvious aspect Moriath: her scars. Why are you so marred? It was an honest attempt by a dragon who cared little for the atypical colours and even less for those who did not afford her respect.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 1:47 pm
Kleos - who had become a little used to veiled or perhaps truly absent ambition from Trine's young golds - blinked. She recovered herself after a couple of moments with a quick shake of her head and a slightly hesitant smile. "Ah, it is true that there has been talk of Weyrwoman Abigail standing down because of her condition. In light of that gold riders Narisa and Kindra have been tasked with taking on some responsibilities that would fall to whoever the next Weyrwoman should be. As an additional test of their abilities each of them oversees five of the ten districts that have been created to accommodate Trine's swollen numbers.... I would presume that as a gold rider it would be your right to do as they are doing, though some negotiation would be required of course."
right to rule. The enemy has that right at least.>
Now it was Kleos' turn to give her dragon a very sharp look indeed; she might agree with how her dragon felt but she did not appreciate the mention of the wherholds in relation to it.
Moriath sent her rider a feeling of reluctant agreement and perhaps the tiniest hint of repentance before turning her attention back to the gold. Well! At least now the layer was acknowledging something worthwhile. she began, her eyes turning a stronger blue as her temper quelled for the time being at least. Malvren. She seldom thought to think of it these days but when she did she missed it; it's cool sea breezes, its beautiful cliffs, its awe inspiring storms. Trine with its huts was a pale imitation of her glorious home. she added to Kleos alone.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 2:13 pm
Amelia nodded, "I've seen the Weyr is quite crowded..." Indeed, the number of dragon forms sleeping and flying and roaming was surprising. The community felt more temporary then a settlement to Amelia, who was more familiar with the closed and protective walls of northern Weyrs. "Ah, so to manage resources and other domestic affairs?" Inwardly Amelia groaned. She'd done for a few years before things came to a head at High Reaches... it wasn't exactly exciting work. "What of building and development and prospecting? I am a Miner by trade." She rather hoped there were hands-on things to do.
Sharath tilted her head, having to refer back to Amelia's memory in regards to the events mentioned. I was not yet hatched... she grumbled, puffing a bit. This Crimson was a senior, nearly double her age. I suppose you've learned to fly better now, then?
The gold ruffled her wings and settled them back down, speaking nonchalantly, I understand Malvren was lost because the tunnels were too small. Easy prey for ugly beasts.... Should smoke them out like bugs if you are that intent. It was easily said by someone who'd lived in comfort most of her life.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:59 pm
"Well building work is rather ongoing," Kleos replied with a thoughtful little frown and a light gesture towards the buildings near the shore of the lake. "Many people are still sharing accommodation so there is certainly work to be done in that vein and in the quarrying of the stone required. There is also a firestone mine within the Weyr's territory; it is managed separately from tithed mines by local workers and was badly damaged not long before your arrival by a wherholder attack. I would be delighted to introduce you to the Masterminer of each site if it would please my lady." Working in ones field of expertise sounded a lot more engaging than the traditional work of a gold rider. "I often wished I had a craft," Kleos added as an afterthought; it was something to be proud of, which was a lot more than she could say for her dull early years before she was Searched. The tip of Moriath's tail swished and she snorted slightly. Moriath felt slightly smug about that. When would the time come? Not soon enough for her liking, that was for sure.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 5:34 pm
Amelia nodded thoughtfully, amused, "I earned my Journeyman title before Sharath demanded I join her on the Sands. It will be good to work in the earth again." She waved away Kleos' formal title, "Just call me Amelia, please. And if you like, I'm always willing to talk about the rocks to people who want to listen... not exactly an apprenticeship but still. With as much as needs to be done around here..." Amelia looked around then met Kleos' gaze, "Why not consider training the riders to help chip in? I know Thread's falling again, but an open place like this could use some masons, miners, and other crafters to beef up defenses. Stone is harder to burn then wood after all."
Sharath scoffed at the Crimson's boast, tossing her head, her confidence never shaken and very rarely did she feel beholden to any dragon, I would have hatched regardless of your efforts, Crimson, don't be silly. Idly, Sharath wondered what it would be like to breathe the fire her brethren did.. but the thought bubbled away quickly, it just didn't feel right on an instinctual level. She was a gold and the fate of the dragons rested partially on her shoulders... besides, she could outfly any of these dragons any day, she did not tire in flight.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 12:21 pm
"Amelia then," Kleos replied with a small smile, though it still felt odd to refer to her by her given name. "I think there is certainly merit in that," she continued with a nod, "though I'm not certain I myself would have the time to train formally many others might... and with that said I would be happy to learn a little from you as time allows. It behooves us all to expand our minds, or so I believe. After all one never knows when a little piece of knowledge might be vital." Especially with the way the world was these days, she considered gloomily.
Moriath sent a feeling of a smile to the larger female. she said mildly, secretly a little amused at the obscure arrogance of the gold. Why take pride in merely being produced? Well, perhaps one had to if one had never achieved anything important.
Kleos sighed internally and smoothed a hand over her head.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 10:09 am
Amelia nodded, having learned that lesson well. She'd had to survive on what little she knew of dragons for the first little bit of Sharath's life and that had been difficult. "I'm very willing to pass my knowledge on, even if it's in small pieces..." She chuckled looking around, clearly amused, "The traditionalists of the north would nigh on demand it, seeing all the green here." "You mentioned meeting the Masterminers, when can that be arranged?" She asked after a moment, returning her gaze to Kleos. Sharath, in the meantime, rumbled pleasantly at Moriath's agreement with her statement and flicked her tail happily. It pleased Amelia to see that the conversation between the dragons had levelled off into something pleasant if not positive... it was difficult, sometimes, to get Sharath to play nice.
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