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Well they had managed to do it, somehow they had managed to gain control of a wing. Plexith was incredibly pleased with himself - in fact D'lin was fairly certain that his bronze was already plotting their next move. And even though the bronze hadn't really had all that much to do with the speech and winning the wing D'lin let him go on about how amazingly awesome great he was and how he'd helped his win because really...it was far to much trouble to try and get him to quit.

He's stop on his own..eventually...hopefully. In the meantime D'lin had turned his attention to organizing his wing with S'kor's help - thank everything that he'd gotten a nice sensible second with a nice sensible bronze to back him up - had managed to not only organize them into a semblance of order but also arrange this little meet and greet so that they could get get to know one another and lay out the practice schedule.

To that end they had appropriated one of the Weyr's outlaying buildings as their new Wing Headquarters, arranging for table's, chairs, some writing slates and of course refreshments to be delivered and set up in time for this meeting. Arriving at the building D'lin found himself pleased with the results. Now he just had to wait for the rest of his wing to arrive.

'It looks good mine, but we need to come up with a symbol - and did you have to choose such a drab color ? You should have picked bronze..like my hide...' Plexith suddenly spoke up and with a start D'lin realized that the beast had snuck down here to peer in one of the building's window, taking up the entire thing with one whirling critical eye.

'I thought you were sleeping at the Weyr..' D'lin commented with a slight sigh. Really he shouldn't be surprised and there seemed no point in arguing with the Dragon's comments..besides maybe they would come up with some sort of symbol, maybe he'd have it sown onto a patch hand handed out....now he was getting as vain as his dragon a thought which elicited another sigh.

'I woke up' Plexith stated by way of explanation 'Should I order everyone to come now? Those Crimsons and Browns will probably be late - you know how lazy they can be'

'No, I told everyone when to be here, we're just early I"m sure they'll show up soon...and hte browns and Crimsons are not lazy. I don't know why you are always so critical of them' D'lin went on.

'you'll see' The bronze replied with a slight huff, as though that explained everything.

Optheli could barely contain her excitement when the list of the new wing arrived. Her brother had done it! She couldn't wait to tell their father and the caravan. It felt as if her feet could walk among the clouds without Dynith's help. As it was only the heavy platter she carried was keeping her to a sensible walk. She glanced back at the several drudges also carrying trays of food.

"Don't drop anything now." When she heard that D'lin had ordered snacks, the greenrider had gone to check on them. What she found had dismayed her and she took immediate control of the preparations. It wouldn't be the first time she'd cooked for a large group! Optheli was determined to see her wing well taken care of.

So, laden with platters, she arrived at the meeting place. An bright smile crossed her face as she saw the men. "Morning D'lin and S'kor, I mean Wingleader and Second." Optheli lead the drudges over to the tables to set out the food. She could see S'kor's eyebrow raise as he caught whiff of one of his favorite dishes. A small giggle was duly masked. Too bad she didn't know what D'lin liked; well in due time.

Are you ready, Cetalesemine? Halith asked, and Ceta could feel her Green dancing impatiently outside. This was a new experience for her, being assigned to a wing, and she was intensely interested to see what her role in this "meet and greet" was to be. Ceta hadn't had the heart to tell her that it was mostly for the riders; at least practices meant she would have something to do, although Ceta had to dread those sheerly for the safety of others. Maybe the additional practices would give Halith some discipline before they ended up really flying Thread.

Yes, yes. I'm all set. She straightened her shirt, ran her hands over her hair one last time, and then looked over at Daine. The little Green flit was watching her with her head cocked, and Ceta whistled the "perch" signal to her. It had taken a while, but for some reason the thought of having whistled signals that she and her firelizard understood had tickled her fancy. A few nights short of sleep, a few trials during the day, and Daine had proved to be a quick study.

Daine immediately rose from her place on the desk and flew over to perch on Ceta's shoulder, projecting curiosity to her owner. Ceta stroked her throat as she left her weyr and mounted Halith without straps. Riding straps weren't really necessary for the short glide to the other side of the weyr, but as she approached she silently questioned whether it would make her seem... to her new Wingleader or Wingsecond. No, there were no riders in sight, meaning they were inside and were unlikely to see or judge her lack of proper gear. Besides, this wasn't as formal as she was making it out to be in her own mind and she already knew both of the men she would be serving under. D'lin wouldn't fault her for that-- she thought.

It's a shame Eliza got placed in another wing, Cetalese thought when she saw Toulonth cozying up with the Bronzes. She and Eliza were still close, as were their dragons, and it was sad to have to separate from her after all of this time. As Candidates and Weyrlings they had been together, but it seemed like they both had different roles to play, at least for now.

She slid off of Halith, Daine easily keeping her seat, and patted Halith on the leg. Why don't you greet Plexith while I go inside? She eyed the Green that was sidled up to them, recognizing the signs of either a territorial, flirtatious Green or a proddy one. But do it from over here.

That's strange, Cetalesemine. ... But all right! Halith immediately straightened up, her head swinging away from her rider to point toward Plexith. Hello, Plexith and Scarath! We are here!

Cetalese left her Green to it and entered the building that had been designated for the meeting. The first thing to hit her as she entered was the smell of assorted foods and her stomach rumbled faintly. She ignored it, choosing instead to let herself take a moment to observe the room and those who were already present.

J'nes checked once more that his clothes were neat as he readied for the meeting of his new wing. After that unexpected Fall that resulted in the tragic death of so many good Wingleaders and -seconds, all the wings had been shuffled around to accommodate newly promoted riders. Today he'd be meeting his new wingmates for the first time, and he wanted to make a good impression. Likely most of them knew him already, at least in passing, but a chance for a good impression never hurt.

"Time to get going!" he called to Hatteth as he exited his weyr. His brown was ready and waiting, quite willing to see who he'd be working with. A quick leap into the riding straps and a short flight later, and they were at the building that had been designated the Wing Headquarters. J'nes looked it over as he approached and noted that it was a bit plain looking, It could use something to add a little flare, to indicate that it was the Wing's. Maybe something in the Wing color? Hmm...

He entered the building and noticed several riders and food were already present. And, naturally, so were the Wingleader and Wingsecond. He headed over to them first thing to greet them. "Hello Wingleader D'lin and Wingsecond S'kor. Congratulations on your promotions, and I look forward to working under you. Nice choice of Wing name too, Gale Stalkers sounds rather impressive." His previous train of thought caught up with him and his face brightened slightly as a thought occurred. "This place could use a little something for decoration, don't you think? I'm Weavercraft by trade, and I could get you some good cloth in the Wing color if you would like a flag or banner of some sort."

Outside, Hatteth settled down near the other dragons and greeted Plexith and Scarath. He turned a slightly interested eye on the crooning Toulonth, but wasn't too concerned. He had his Hyweth after all, and he could never help feeling just a little bit smug at the thought.

D'lin had been pleased when S'kor had been the first to show up, but he hadn't really expected anything less, he and S'kor had worked well together in the past and D'lin didn't see any reason that it would change now. "S'kor" He greeted the other and then before he had the chance to do much more then that others were arriving. Optheli seemed to have taken over the food organization and for that D'lin gave her a grateful smile - organizing feasts was not something he had any sort of experience doing.

"D'lin is fine" He told her with a slight laugh "Today is a fairly informal meeting just to get to know one another" Though most of the riders ought to know each other at least by sight. Still many of them had never flown together before and so a bit of relaxed bonding before hand had seemed like a good idea. "Whatever you've brought smells delicious" He went on, peeking at the dishes before being distracted by a flash of irritation from Plexith, a quick investigation revealed the source. 'you can't be jealous over every female who doesn't prefer you' He bespoke the bronze in mild chastisement.

'yes well she is only a green' The bronze responded in a haughty tone though D'lin got the feeling his overly competitive bronze was outside flaring his wings anyways to show off just how good looking and fit he was. 'Plexith...' D'lin warned at just about the time F'ren came forward to talk.

"I've noticed" D'lin remarked with a long suffering look out the nearest window "But as S'kor says...dragons will be dragons, even if some of them are insufferable bronze's" He added though his tone was far from irritated and a fondness shone through despite his words.

Whatever wounded pride Plextih had however was soothed somewhat by the arrival of Halith, she greeted him first and Plexith had obviously chosen to take that as a sign of favoritism, crooning a pleased welcome to the other green and shifting a bit as to invite her come and settle next to him. Scarath could have his green..Plexith would claim another - even if it was the hyper and young Halith. Inside the building D'lin seriously considered drowning himself in the soup but offered Ceta a wan smile instead.

The next two to arrive were rider's D'lin only knew by sight and he gave them each a welcoming nod. He'd have to make sure to go over and introduce himself to them as soon as he got the chance. But one of them came over and D'lin smiled "Thank you and yes, Plexith was saying the place looked a bit drab, I guess we should come up with some sort of wing symbol"

S'kor knew the wing would have to start practicing together as soon as possible. That was for tomorrow though. He nodded to D'lin, then gave a wink to his sister. "Settling in alright D'lin? Should be a good party." He gave a long look at F'ren then gave a quick nod of acknowledgement. The greenrider was going to be watched by coal grey eyes.

He turned to greet N'var with a firm handshake. "Good to have you here. Thank you, and not at all. It's more a party so everyone can get to know each other a bit better. Optheli made sure the refreshments were impeccable."

"Greetings S'kiro." S'kor accepted the hand, dirt and all. "Please to have you here. If you need anything be sure to let me or D'lin know." He was sure to include both riders.

Scarath watched Halith joined the group on Plexith's other side. The bronze rumbled amusement. We are not practicing today Halith. Ours will fly better together after they have gotten to know each other.

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Optheli giggled and flashed a grin at D'lin. "Alright D'lin it is. I figured as much and made sure there was suitable foods." She nodded pleased by his compliment. "A pleasure, and I hope it's as good as it smells. Be sure to help yourself before it's all gone." Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'd be happy to help oversee any other food preparations for parties like this."

"Don't worry S'kor. I'll be sure to take some out to him." Knowing her brother's dragon and his fancy for human food, she'd saved a couple samples out for him. Optheli moved politely aside as other riders made their way up to greet the pair. She grinned openly at everyone, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Not far behind Opeth was another dragon of less than sunny disposition, but unlike the blue he landed without drama and greeted the assembled dragons and riders with just a rumble.

Giving Zetath's neck a pat, Z'iv slid to the ground and sauntered over to join the gathering. "Wingleader, wingsecond, fellow peons," he said with a lazy drawl, and a slightly sloppy salute to the pair of bronze riders. He was none too thrilled about this whole deal, mainly because it brought him closer to actually having to risk his neck against the Thread. Ugh. He was still trying to think of a way to wriggle out of it, but he knew Zetath would never let him get away with it.