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N'mol had been talking Wingleader business with D'lin for the better part of the afternoon, but when he had checked in with Wi'vren later on he'd been informed that in his absence one of his Blueriders, F'law, had been asking after him. Although N'mol could have let it go and checked in with F'law when next he saw him, he opted to see if the Bluerider was in his temporary weyr.

N'mol always tried to field questions as they came. That F'law hadn't had Zurith bespeak Tyeth said it wasn't anything too important, but N'mol liked to keep on top of things with his wingriders (especially those as dedicated to the Wing as F'law). If F'law had to talk to him, it was better that N'mol make sure he got back to him. Wi'vren seemed less concerned, but N'mol had not only his image to keep up, but wingriders who he took pride in knowing trusted him.

Tyeth provided the transportation to the door, sending a polite greeting to Zurith as he landed to let N'mol off.

Though Zurith had likely already informed his rider of the Bronze's arrival, N'mol knocked on the door anyway. "F'law, it's N'mol. Wi'vren said you were looking for me earlier."

He knew that eventually someone was going to ask the question, so N'mol couldn't say that he was surprised. Like F'law, N'mol had also questioned many times the slowly flagging attention to the idea of retaking their home and Malvren's and driving the traitorous canines who had taken it from them to the distant rocky isles for the remainder of their miserable lives. It seemed as if everyone-- himself included-- had adjusted to the idea of settling in at Trine for the foreseeable future before-- if-- they orchestrated a counterstrike.

His face was somber and his eyes distant as he turn his thoughts over, then he leaned forward in his chair, gaze direct and mouth set in a way that was almost a frown.

"We are still Benden riders. Whether people are adjusting to living here or not, I still consider all of the riders who are now part of our wing to be Benden riders. I haven't changed our knots, and I don't intend to let that happen."

Not without extenuating circumstances, anyway.

"We don't talk about it much. You're right. Mostly we're trying to help rebuild Trine, get all of the riders back on their feet with a stable place to fall back to before we try to challenge Keller and the Revolutionary scum who aided him. But the goal hasn't been forgotten." N'mol shook his head to emphasize his point, "I still think about it. Every day. You're right, the riders seem to be more comfortable with the idea of staying here now, but if we're going to work with the riders from other Weyrs, riders of all types, that has to happen."

N'mol leaned back and rested against the chair, leaning one arm on the table and letting the other fall across his leg. "Retaking Benden may not happen for some time--" especially since it seems like the other Weyrs aren't going to be willing to help-- "But we will attempt it. We're not Trine riders yet, and we won't be so long as I can help it."