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Amelia and Sharath were out for a stroll in the afternoon heat, the rider astride her dragon as they surveyed their new home. It was such a large sprawling complex and with its open air planning, Amelia sometimes felt too exposed.

One Wingleader had already introduced herself but, surprisingly, the bronzeriders hadn't really been introduced yet. It was at once amusing and a relief not to garner unwanted fawning and flirting - Amelia felt that her duty was to Sharath first and foremost, the males second.

The gold tossed her head, great feet sinking into the soft ground to leave dragon footprints. The Queen spotted Set'al first, There is a bronzepair, Mine. You were thinking of them... The interest in the dragon's mindvoice drew Amelia's attention and she looked over to find the oiled up pair.

She laughed, Are you mentioning them because they're potential political allies or because they're shiny from being so oiled up?

Sharath lashed her tail in faux irritation, and arched her neck proudly, Why not both? We can look, can we not? I think we deserve some good looks. The dragon changed direction as Amelia rolled her eyes. Hailing the pair, Sharath trumpeted and drew alongside Pipith.

Hello, I am Sharath. We have not been introduced yet. The gold's tone was warm and diplomatic, making Amelia smile - political ally first then, eye candy second. That was her girl.

"Hey!~" Amelia called out, "I don't think I've seen you around before. We're newly settled. I am Amelia! Pleasure to meet you!" She waved before sliding off her gold's neck to fall gracefully to the ground. Stretching, she rolled her shoulders and peered up at the bronzerider. Clad in loose, cool clothing and mildy sunburned around the shoulders, it was clear she was from more Northern climes. She might not look fair and dainty but Amelia never thought she needed to. Thankfully Sharath was recently oiled, her skin pleasantly shining.

Amelia was amused as the male postured around the gold and Sharath, despite her business attitude, crooned a bit in approval. It definitely helped that Sharath was markedly bigger then this bronze, an unusual twist of chance. You have seen Threadfall... there are many here who are scarred. You must fly well, to avoid much marring.

"Don't worry, I'm not complaining," She grinned, indulging in a glance or two over his frame before turning her mind to more important matters, "Oh! This is Sharath. And, not really. We're just trying to meet people around the Weyr - we were just thinking how Trine's Bronzeriders have been difficult to pin down." The goldrider smiled, "I wanted to introduce myself and inform you up front I plan to take the competition for Weyrwoman seriously. To that end, I can't hope to make a difference unless I actually understand the people here."

She turned a bit, gesturing for Set'al to join her, "Do you have a moment to tell me about yourself and Trine? I'd like to learn." Amelia smiled once more, curious as to where this conversation would go.

Sharath bobbed her head, impressed. First Fall was not a minor thing... to be so little scarred, especially considering the mess that crimson bore, it merited respect. When the forepaw was shown, she couldn't help but notice and lowered her head to sniff at the wound, eyes whirling yellow in concern momentarily. You miss a finger too! Do you feel it still? Mine says Miners who lose hands feel ghostpain...

"I was half expecting one as well, truth be told," Amelia laughed, "It's actually refreshing to pick and choose and do things on my own terms. I'm not looking for rank, I'm looking for people... I've dealt quite a bit with what Rank wants since I Impressed." She frowned irately.

At the question, she nodded, looking fondly at her bonded, "We're very sure. We came here from High Reaches for a chance to pursue our dream, to prove ourselves. Where else better to do that? Trine is actually looking at merit... every where else is more interested in who Rises first and all of the ridiculous drama that entails." She snorted, "I'd much prefer this, even if it's too sharding hot."

She gestured at the Weyr before them, "So, what's your personal opinion? What's your take?"

Sharath rumbled thoughtfully, drawing back to regard the bronze thoughtfully. She tilted her head from side to side before decided she actually liked this bronze, It is good you are so willing to sacrifice for the Weyr. If I were Senior, would you still be willing? It was asked coyly, the gold taking the moment to pose a bit too, a fluttering of wings to show her buttery hide, sleek neck.

Amelia nodded, "I don't expect to just waltz in and take the Weyr. I fully expect to earn the position." She probably could, if she and Sharath really wanted to, but that wasn't the point, "We transferred here because such customs lead to an... altercation. A younger Gold rose before Sharath to take the Senior rank and, well, the rider wasn't much appreciated." She sighed, "Has there been much tension among the Goldriders here? Has anyone shown leadership?" There was some apprehension in her voice, a comment to her negative experience with other ranking riders.

Sharath noticed the neutral response and whuffed, turning her head away to regard her rider.

"So... because I haven't been through the same tumultuous experiences, your opinion is that people will find fault and lack an affinity with me?" She asked earnestly, thoughful. That was a complication she hadn't expected. They'd been sheltered from the tumult of the revolution... and as much as she wanted to help, do something it might not be enough. She frowned.

Sharath, however, bugled and tossed her head, speaking privately to Amelia, Don't listen to him, Mine. It will be enough. Her tone was so confident and sure, Amelia couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you for the warning. They do?" She blinked, finding it hard to imagine sharing space with a fellow goldrider. His response drew a sigh from Amelia, she'd managed to find someone who was innately biased towards their positions. "I see... I can't ask you condemn or laud a friend in such a position. I just hope," Here Amelia turned serious, her tone authoritative and the iron will visible, "That you know the difference between what makes a friend and what makes a leader."

She cleared her throat and let the air fall away, "In the meantime, is there anything I can help with? I've been doing things here and there but I do not know if there's a concerted effort or need anywhere." Amelia smiled.

Sharath rumbled to Amelia once more, Well done Mine! That was very good! She turned back to Pipith and crooned at him.

Amelia shook her head, frowning, "I hadn't considered that... was the violence really that great? I did not receive much in the way of detail in the reports that filtered through - the other Weyrs are more concerned about protecting their own then helping quell the revolution..." She pursed her lips. Really, the Weyr needed to heal and that would take time, and possibly more fighting from the sounds of it. "Narisa? I will keep that in mind. Thank-you."

Sharath cocked her head to the side and lashed her tail, As does yours... At Amelia's words, the gold decided the conversation was over and as thanks for the conversation, she nosed Pipith's shoulder playfully before dipping a shoulder to collect her rider.

Thank you. You have been very informative, Set'al. The gold address the rider directly as Amelia climbed up.

"Sorry to bother you! If you have any other ideas or comments, let me know?"