Welcome to Gaia! ::

Just outside Dauntless' wing's headquarters was a vaguely circular expanse of sand, perhaps a couple of dragonlengths across. Kleos was currently occupied in smoothing it and clearing away debris with a large rake, leaving behind her an attractive pattern of swirls moving from the center of the circle outwards. On a normal day she wouldn't trouble to draw out this pattern - it longer than simply working over the bits that needed it - but it wasn't every day that one of the gold riders expressed an interest in training with her.

Kleos liked Narisa; she seemed a kind young woman, a good candidate for senior weyrwoman one day perhaps... but perhaps not as soon as she might be forced to wear the mantle. The debate of Abigail's condition still raged and though the woman-dragon showed no intention of stepping down sooner or later somebody might decide that it was no longer her choice. Still, it wasn't as though she had been anywhere near ready to be a wingleader when she had been promoted; she was sure that Narisa would rise to the occasion if indeed it was her who became senior. The new gold rider made no secret of her intentions to claim the position for herself.

Just beyond the circle of sand Moriath lounged lazily, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine after a couple of unpleasant rainy days. It was she who spotted Cepheith first and, giving her rider a gentle mental nudge, she extended a feeling of greeting to the other female.

Moriath replied, getting to her feet and stretching before padding over to greet the other female. she added, stretching out her neck to offer Capheith a head rub in greeting.

"Gold rider Narisa!" Kleos turned, rested the rake on the ground like a spear at parade rest, and threw a salute along with a smile. "Than you for asking; it is gratifying that you think so well of my skills, and pleasing that you wish to improve your own!" The wingleader paused slightly then, looked about, and nodded. "We are grateful to have been given this space to practice. There are the training ground of course for larger scale drills but I feel it does the Weyr good to see some of us practice here under their noses. We cannot forget that we are at war, although we may not currently be under attack." The wherholds would strike again and when they did, when they did!... There would be justice, she would see to it personally.

"In any case, yes, training." Kleos shook her head slightly, focusing on the matter at hand. "I would like to start by asking what you already know if I may? Have you any formal training?" She hadn't had any herself until she became a rider, whereupon she had taken it upon herself to learn a little just in case her honor was challenged. That little however had not prepared her for the horror of the revolution and she had spent the intervening turns struggling to improve herself. Next time the wherholds struck she would be stronger.