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T'bell had made good on his promise to his Wingsecond and gathered both himself and K'rel some breakfast...or rather lunch. He blaanced both plates, a piar of mugs, and a blue firelizard without much trouble as he steered his way to the meeting place. His eyes caught the form of L'cian and he offered the brownrider a self-conscious smile and a nod as he set the plates down.

Hopefully K'rel wouldn't be terribly long. It looked as if they weren't as late as he had feared.

Flute careened in through the open doors with an excited trill. It was rare for her impressed to socialize at the proper meal times. The prospect of seeing so many other firelizards excited her, and she trilled a happy scale of notes to announce her presence. She dipped close to T'bells' head and brushed past his curls with a wingtip and greeting before circling up to a higher perch from which to inspect all that entered. She wanted a flock, like any proper queen. She must recruit. First there would be that blue and then the brown and bronze the big two-legger with the brown dragonlizard owned, then she would grow from there.

N'tren rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made his way down to the caverns. Stepping out, he saw mainly older riders and shied away from them. Bronze rider though he was, he was still just a teen and a weyrling...

Settling down with a cup of very sweetened klah, N'tren patiently waited for the meeting to begin.

Are you awake, Dattie? N'tren asked tentively.

There was a slight sleepy reply in the back of his mind which meant the bronze was still slumbering and would probably waken sometime during the meeting. Thinking about yesterday's fall, he wondered how Remia and Trith were doing...

T'bell frowned at the weyrlings' manner when he entered the room, and his harper instincts quickly told him to beware a scene. He ducked his head back to his breakfast and offered the blue flitt on his shoulder a scrap of meat. The boy hadn't flown in the fall the day before, and recognize him as a rider period, so he must have been a weyrling.

The bluerider spoke and confirmed his suspicions.

T'bell fought back the urge to say anything out of temper, as this young rider already had. With L'cian at the end of the table and K'rel beside him he would be overstepping his bounds if he should say anything disciplinary to the weyrling. He pitched his voice light, but firm as he adressed his cup of klah. "When I was a weyrling we didn't dare speak like that to our wingseconds." His harper training made him capable of the perfect mixture of pleasant nostalgia with the undertone of disappointed scolding, no matter if the bluerider was his senior in age he was still just a weyrling. "I always remembered how big their dragons were, and how easy it would be for them to fling me off the heights if I got too bold."

He glanced up through his bangs at the puffed-up weyrling. "Everyone from the Solar wing was called down today to review the fall. If you don't think thread is important enough to merit your attendance well then, I'm sure you can be excused." He glanced sideways at K'rel before ducking back to his breakfast, willing his cheeks to remain pale and not turn the red they were threatening.

J'mil staggered down into the dining hall, rubbing his eyes as he glanced about and noted the hostilities between his wingmates. Oh boy...some weyrling getting himself into trouble, when they were already on the brink of trouble. Granted, J'mil felt the same way about coming down here so quickly after a tough Threadfall, when he hadn't had enough time to properly rest, but he wasn't about to go voicing it to the others. It would take away from his macho reputation, and he had little enough of that already for being a greenrider.

I hope you aren't complaining about that, said Renelth, who sounded as tired as J'mil felt.

Of course not, doll, J'mil said quickly, before he settled in to hear the lecture he was certain was coming.

J'riar had actually been proud of himself for holding his tongue--he wasn't angry about having to come to a meeting, no, not at all. But from them to upset Natroth after he'd worked so hard...The girlish looking man by the Wingsecond's side earned a blink and a glance for a moment, and the bluerider wasn't sure how to respond to him. "Aye, I'm sure they could," J'riar started, unhappily unaware of the scolding undertone, "And I'd welcome them to do it--I just ask that they find me, and not upset Natroth in the process..." A confused look passed over his face for a moment, followed by a shake of his head. "That wasn't what I meant--of course Thread's important." J'riar found himself starting to flounder for responses now, his hands dropping uncertainly to his sides.

Ah. Great. The young man, despite his age, felt like a little kid when he was coolly ignored by K'rel, resisting the urge to shift positions. A fool, was he...? J'riar stood, silent for a moment, then eventually broke out in a sheepish sort of grin, rubbing at the back of his head. "...S'probably true." A glance was cast to all three of them, T'bell, K'rel, and the Wingleader himself. "..Ah, shards. I'm sorry." He just sounded tired now, and perhaps embarrassed. "I didn't mean to speak out of line." What else could he say? He'd probably misunderstood Natroth--both he and the blue were beyond tired, and J'riar had acted irrationally. He moved to back away, wishing he could just retreat back to his weyr. Well, at least he could roll with the punches.

L'cian scanned the faces, a stern and weary expression on his face. He had called his riders together for many reasons, perhaps to get to know them better, as well as to make sure they were okay. He worried for the safety of those that flew with him and with the rumour sflitting about from yesterday he had to be sure.

He cleared his throat and sat, "I'm going to begin, if anyone else makes an appearance afterwards then so be it, but I won't take more time from you than necessary." His eyes narrowed.

"Actually, there are a couple of people missing that I had hoped would attend, but I will get Tallith to relay a message to them." He turned his eyes upon his Wingseconds, "I want to congratulate you all for a good flight yesterday, there were no major casualties and few minor injuries. You have all done me extremely proud."

He tapped a finger against the table as if thinking, "however, there are a few of us who are taking unnesecary risks. I will not give names, but I also state that they are not amongst us now. Obviously they realised what they have done was wrong and have decided not to attend this meeting. I must stress that taking out anger and frustration whilst battling Thread is not a good way of flying, and that anyone who does so will be severly seen too. Is this understood? I would like to take this time to ask you all to keep an eye out for one another. We must work as a team, aid each other and give advice. Share our knowledge and we will become greater."

The bluerider's apology was accepted with only a smile from K'rel as the Wingleader rose to speak. With a slight jab of his thumb and a nod towards L'cian, the brownrider gestured for J'riar to sit and pay attention. The weyrling was pardoned, yes, but that didn't mean he woul have nothing to show for his outburst. Perhaps K'rel would assign him some horrible mundane task after the meeting, if L'cian didn't beat him to it.

For now, however, whatever L'cian had to say was more important. As the Wingleader went on, K'rel let himself take stock of the riders who had shown up for the meeting--and inwardly noted that the bluerider who had caused his own Threadscore had yet to show. The brownrider rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to L'cian with a growing smile as the Wingleader went on to praise the wing for their performance and remind them against foolish manuvers, the usual post-Threadfall talk. It was good to hear said, anyway.