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[Note: This RP is a Semi-Open RP and takes place prior to the Touching. What this means is that there is a cut off for the number of people who can be here at once. I'm allowing four more people plus M'dor. Two of these spots are going to Jadamirei and Folen; however the other two are on a first come first serve basis. Once two other people have posted, I'll change the title to PRP and it'll be closed to any new comers. ]

Looks like we finally have a new Weyrwoman, M'dor mused to his green from his customary seat in the dining hall. News had travelled quickly through the Weyr, declaring Malkai as Telgar's newest Weyrwoman, and I'dan as the new Weyrleader. D'rak had been shipped out of the Weyrleader's rooms almost fast enough to be considered rude, but the old man didn't seem too bothered by the prospects. The only thing he'd miss was the wine, but then again he could get that from the kitchen girls on his own (what with his natural charm). The thought made him snort, the corners of his lips quirking upwards as he strummed a few chords on his gitar.

Natural charm indeed.

I am very glad we do. I was very worried about them. Ichoth was sunning herself on their weyr ledge, but that didn't stop her from communicating with her rider.

They wouldn't have Rose together. Besides, now we can be rid of jealous queens and drunk bronzeriders. Rumour has it they're shipping Shaith off if Kaveth lays a golden egg.

The green projected what could only be described as a waggling finger. You should not spread such rumours, Mine. We are not meant to be sharing information like that. Clearly Ichoth was not as pleased about the removal of gold Shaith as M'dor was.

The Weyrsinger chuckled aloud at his dragon's disapproval, smiling to himself as he continued to play. With the Flight now come and passed, no doubt Jadamirei would seek him out again to fulfill his promise. A song for the newest Weyrwoman in Telgar since the dreaded Aesri.

It was certainly worth celebrating.

The whole weyr was abuzz with the news of a rising and Folen couldn't help keep the spring from his step. He was realistic enough to know that having the question of who would be weyrwoman finally answered wouldn't solve all the weyr's problems and was likely even to create a few new ones.

But it was good to know there would be eggs on the sands. Perhaps the new life would bring with it better days for the weyr.

Rubbing his water wrinkled fingers against his rough shirt to dry them Folen wandered down toward the dining hall. He didn't mind laundry duty, but it would be nice to finally let his hands dry off. Perhaps aided by a nice warm cup of klah to hold.

With this fortifying image in mind he slipped into the dinning hall. His plans evaporated as soon as he saw his good friend Jada and Weyrsinger M'dor. Jada had a serious look about her. Folen smiled it looked as if she were on a mission. He couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. Curious he made his way over to the pair. "Hello Jada, Weyrsinger, how are both of you?"

The weyrsinger got a bright smile, the young woman leaning in to give him a quick, polite hug. "Hello Weyrsinger M'dor!" she greeted him with a cheeky smile, taking the seat he offered and setting out the things she had brought on the table between them. "I've been quite well, thank you. How about you? And Ichoth, is she well?"

Allegretto landed on the table, followed by Scherzo. Dolcissimo was sunning herself somewhere. The gold chirped at M'dor, walking across the table towards him importantly, almost preening. MusicMan should admire her. MusicMan made good sounds, and made the Girl happy. Allegretto was smart enough to know.

Jada met M'dor's own cheeky grin with a wide-eyed look and a slightly shocked laugh before Folen approached. She almost leapt from the bench, moving over to hug her friend. "Folen!" she pulled him down next to her. "M'dor," she didn't mean to skip the honorific, but she was so excited she missed it. "This is Folen, my best friend from the Hall. You remember him? He's wonderful with the flute." Unlike the two of us went unspoken.

"Good, good. We have been well. Ichoth is very pleased that we finally have a Weyrwoman, and she does not have to worry herself into a tizzy over it all. She was worried they would Rise together, see, but I knew they wouldn't. Kaveth had a good two years on Ranabeth, so it's no surprise she went up first. I can't say Iva's pleased, but let's not speak too ill of the sore loser." He winked at her.

The Weyrsinger watched as the flits gathered on the table, chuckling softly. "Hello there lovely. Quite the collection you have here, Jadamirei. Sharp may have to get off his lazy butt and come be jealous." The brown flit was, as usual, absentee, no doubt bothering some of the kitchen staff for some extra food, the wad. M'dor, however, reached over to break up some pieces of meat roll and set them on a little plate for the firelizards. Let them choose if they wanted something to eat. The gold could divvy it up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Folen the flautist!" M'dor flashed the other apprentice a bright smile. It was nice to have a little variety here at their Harper Table (of awesome). "And you've got quite the collection of flits as well. Very nice. Now, where shall we begin…" He trailed off as he shuffled his hides around, lifting them up in an effort to find his slate. "Aha! There. Okay, so, I have already seen gold flights, however you have probably never seen a real one." Shaith's totally didn't count. "Why don't you tell me what you felt and we'll start from there?"

Burnish fully intended to grab as big a piece for himself as he could, but Folen stopped him with a dark look and a bolt of displeasure. The young bronze settled down next to the food and waited. Taking a piece when Folen nodded. But he wasn't very happy about it. He grumbled all the way back over to Folen as he found a place to eat his find.

Stripes was far more mannered as he landed next to the food and politely requested a scrap. Folen got a piece for him and gave the little blue's head a caress. "Good boy, Stripes. That's how you ask for food."

Burnish emitted another grumpy sound but subsided at Folen's look.

Shaking his head at the flitter's behavior he turned to smile at his fellow harpers. "I had heard of flights before, but the reality is something else all together. I'm afraid I am not so lyrical as you are Jada. But it was amazing to see. To me the flight was all raw power and emotion. I'm not even bonded to a dragon and I could feel the tension in the air. It was so strong you could almost see it. Well in fact you could see it in how the weyrfolk acted and reacted. I have never experience its like. I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to partake in a flight. It must be overwhelming."

She'd gushed so much, frankly, that she had finally fell into rambling before his chicken scratch had made her voice trail off. A detail about the Weyrsinger that she'd forgotten. "Would you like me to take the notes, sir?" she asked, before scooting around to the other side of the table and sitting next to him.

"Luckily," she continued, after she had forcibly but politely appropriated the paper and writing utensil (after he'd jotted down what Folen had to say), "I didn't see the blooding part of it. Blood makes me a little- a lot- ill." Frankly, that was part of the reason she'd avoided that part of the flight. The dark-haired young woman kicked her leg out lightly, thoughtful. The idea of having to control a dragon... it was part of the reason that she harbored a desire for a male dragon. Of course, if she got a brown, she wouldn't be able to stay in Telgar. But a blue was a possibility... still, the way her friend spoke sometimes she wondered if it was worth it.

Yes. She wanted a dragon. She wanted to be one of the fortunate ones who could feel that... bond. Did she want it as strongly as she wanted her music? That was the question that ached. "Now, you asked what I felt about Kaveth? Well.. I guess what I said before. It was magnificent. She was so... amazing. I mean, I'd seen a few green flights, but they were just different to me. I think I'm romanticising the situation a bit in the fact that this flight was so important, too." she bit on her lower lip.

"Naturally we want to flatter the new Queen's ego, and Weyrwoman Malkai's." She flashed a grin at Folen and M'dor. And then she shut up, attention turning to her closest friend, to see what he thought.

"Ah. Would you be so kind?"

M'dor was more than pleased to hand over the recording bit to Jadamirei. Who better to write than someone with actual legible writing? It left the Weyrsinger with free hands, however, but he didn't seem too distressed by the fact. After all, now that he had both hands free he could gesture as much as he liked.

He nodded empathetically when the girl beside him mentioned being ill at the sight of blood. There were always a few candidates like that, most girls, who didn't enjoy blood. She would get over it if she ever got a dragon. The desire to please your little hatchling more often than not outweighed any kind of fears or hesitations a rider had. M'dor had faith that Jada would be able to feed her dragonet, should she ever Impress one.

"It was an important Flight," the Weyrsinger agreed, fingers itching to take notes but letting his female companion do all the writing. "Probably the most important Flight we've had… well, since Shaith Rose and made Hers the Weyrwoman I'd say." Folen was also on the right track with the flattery comment, and M'dor nodded along with what he was saying. "I think he's right about not impressing Malkai much, but I think Kaveth would enjoy it. She's a bit of a quiet one, but a good gold, and having a song written about you is always nice. I like majestic though. And graceful. That's a good word, make sure you write that one down."

Pausing to consider his options, he drummed his fingers on the table. What to write, what to write. "Should we make it an ensemble piece? Or a solo?"