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Amelia was wondering when she could get the ball rolling on this whole interview process for Weyrwoman... A meeting had yet to be arranged with the current Juniors and she couldn't just stake out a claim despite Sharath insisting that doing exactly that showed initiative. It did but it also showed an utter lack of respect for the local powers.

For now, dragon and rider were making do by getting their hands dirty and helping out with the physical labour around the Weyr. It had surprised people and more then one person was a little uncomfortable with a Goldrider hauling stacks of wood or throwing a bag of coal over her shoulder like a grunt. Thankfully the awkwardness had eased as Amelia proved she was enjoyable company while Sharath, refusing to drag trees around, had agreed to let the children play with her.

They currently scrambled over her sides, a few girls even sitting on her neck and looking for all the world like the biggest windfall had happened across them. Sharath's small size didn't seem to matter to the children and it showed in her unusual tolerance for their poking and prodding - a pair of boys were currently inspecting her teeth as she held her mouth open patiently.

You look like you're having fun. Amelia commented, warmth and endearment in her mindvoice.

They are impressed by me, as they should be, and marvel at my size, Mine. They have been raised well. The gold rumbled happily and the children squawked with glee.

Amused, Amelia set the bundle of wood down in the pile, her face dirty from ash and grit, her clothing soiled from sweat and that same grit. She looked as if she were a common drudge.

Sharath's head arched up to watch the incoming gold, a bigger gold, and her mood darkened. Amelia felt the shift in her dragon's emotions and groaned silently... the one colour Sharath had trouble dealing with were other golds. Who had decided to drop in on them? The goldrider rather wished she'd had the chance to prepare first.

Greetings. I am Sharath and Mine is Amelia. The gold shifted a bit and the children scattered as she stood, loathe to be caught laying down by a potential rival, her proud bearing and regal arch to her neck hinting at her more aggressive nature.

Calm down, Amelia shot at Sharath, eyeing her bonded as she approached Narisa. The former miner cast an appraising glance over the other, noted the plain clothes for work, the genial attitude, and decided this was worth the time. "Hello! Thanks. I'm Amelia, originally from High Reaches. I'm glad you're introducing yourself, I was beginning to wonder." She offered a smile, wiping a dirty hand on her pants before offering it while the other hand wiped sweat from her brow. "For the most part, yes. I've learned quite a bit since my arrival and fear I was ill prepared for the transition. Much has transpired here."

She padded over to Sharath and patted the gold on the leg, glancing up at her bonded with obvious pride, "And this is Sharath." Nod or something. Sharath took a moment, her gaze intent on Cepeith before she bobbed it briefly. Amelia could tell the gold was looking for things to complain about in the other pair and sighed, wondering if Sharath would ever be able to get along with people her rank or higher.

"I hope you don't mind our helping out," She continued, keeping close to Sharath so as to cut off bad behaviour if it started, "I wasn't really sure where to begin."

Amelia looked up at the gold as she was addressed directly, blinking. As much as Sharath had no qualms addressing those she felt stepped out of line, the Miner was disused to being addressed directly. "Well, thank-you!" She flashed a smiled.

Sharath rumbled pleasantly at the comment about the human children, bobbing her head slightly, They know their manners well.

Amelia was relieved that Narisa seemed glad to have them here, it was hard to gauge if she felt particularly keen to lead or not. "It is, there's far more Atypical dragons around. I had the pleasure of speaking to Kleos and her Crimson. She's going to make arrangements for my skills as a Journeyman Miner to be put to use." She smiled broadly, ever proud of her background.

Sharath nosed her bonded, rumbling in response to Narisa's question. Amelia chuckled at that, placing a hand on her dragon's nose, "Actually, yes." She cleared her throat and stood a bit more formally, "Well, to start at the beginning... Sharath is gold, it's kind of hard to over look that, and I'd be lying if I said our transfer here had nothing to do with the competition Trine has in place. To that end, we wanted to know how to proceed in entering that competition." She paused a moment before continuing, trying her best to be as diplomatic as possible, "I understand the Weyr is divided into districts that you and... a Kindra are responsible for. However, I don't want to just waltz in and step on toes, I'd rather we work out designated territories amicably as well as give you a formal declaration of my goals here."

Amelia's gaze strayed over the people she'd been helping, they'd gathered in loose clusters a little ways away, "However, I am acutely aware that such a goal won't be served by an ignorant grab for power and I intend first to integrate into the culture here, to learn people's story, better understand what the Weyr needs to heal. I will prove myself as well as assist where I can and I expect it to be quite the learning curve - High Reaches rather enjoyed its removed, neutral position and very few stories of the struggles here sifted through." The goldrider's gaze turned serious as she met Narisa's, "I wish to remedy my ignorance first and foremost."

She fell quiet, unashamed of her words yet hoping Narisa would understand her position. Sharath waited for the reaction, holding her tongue for once.

Sharath rumbled, glad to have been the first in a while to entertain the human hatchlings... they would remember her then. Are the others prone to conflict? The gold was curious... if Cepeith had difficulty finding time to tend to hatchlings, did that mean the three Weyrs' worth of dragons did not get along? And with no active senior gold... she could only imagine - or dream, as the case may be.

"Wingleader Kleos was extremely helpful." She smiled and shrugged, "I'm rather used to rough starts." Being plunked down the in the middle of things tended to be a trend in her life it seemed.

When the other agreed with what Amelia had decided to do, it was a relief. "I have been, and intend to, do that. It's been difficult... I'm not Weyrbred and I never received Candidate training, Sharath just demanded I come down to the Sands when she hatched, and from then on it's been nothing but politics and drama." Amelia sighed, looking worn for the first time since arriving at Trine, "I guess I half expect that trend down here... but, well, you're not what I was worrying about. That alone helps me settle - I far prefer to be one of the guys, not some target of gossip and spite." The gratefulness was plain in her voice as she offered a smile.

"I'm perfectly fine with that, of course. I'd much rather be able to put my skills to good use."

Sharath looked over Cepeith's hide looking for the scars she's mentioned, They would dare attack a Queen?? The young queen might not take kindly to her fellows but the sheer audacity and disrespect such an action implied... it positively rankled. Her wings ruffled as she rumbled at the idea. You may be a rival but you are still a Queen and deserve the respect that entails! The silently implied exception being other golds of course.

Amelia looked up at her bonded with a curious smile, pleased to see the other making progress. She'd come a long way from the hatchling that chaffed at the Senior's orders at every turn.

The Weyr is quiet now, then. Set'al spoke of that being temporary at best, however. Sharath made a thoughtful sound, it seemed she and Hers had arrived in the calm before the storm and nobody knew the sorts of storms that were coming. That was a dangerous position to be in, Sharath decided. She didn't like not knowing.

Amelia laughed, shrugging, "A different breed of politics I'm afraid. And that's very wise... power for power's sake is useless." The goldrider mentally nudged her dragon, who merely eyed her back.

At the request to build houses, the former miner chuckled, "A task I can handle, but we'll see about easily. Is there perhaps a place we can stay or make formally ours? I've just been sleeping in the crook of Sharath's arm, honestly.... and a bed sounds amazing." She seemed a little sheepish asking - Amelia loved her dragon to bits but she sometimes woke with horrible kinks in her neck.

Sharath simply rumbled angrily at the other's words, her own tail twitching. She was not a Queen that would brook such awful behaviour! Silently, she tossed her head.

Sharath caught that flash of red in Cepeith's eyes and shifted a bit, preparing to catch the other gold if she moved on Amelia. The defensive posture faded, however, as Narisa continued to speak. "Aah, it's alright. The nights are nice and warm here, so it's a bit exotic to sleep under the stars and not freeze my fingers off." Amelia grinned, "I don't mind a room mate as long as their dragon doesn't cause problems with Sharath..." She wrinkled her nose at the thought of the queen getting into a fight... the poor thing would probably end up horribly injured.

Sharath snorted at that, I would not, Mine. I would tell them Stop.

Amelia sighed. Sharath was never wary about using her commanding ability, it was a birthright she insisted.

"A hut would be nice, though, as a sort of headquarters. Wingleader Kleos thinks it a good idea I pass my craft on to others who are interested in learning and having a central point to find me or leave messages would be useful." She pondered, then chuckled "And store plans... It might be more of an office at this point. And I was going to wade in the lake after this, wash up, but thank you for the offer!"