[Plot] A bird in the hand..

[rii]

"This will have to be short."

"Aww, don't be so embarrassed. I'm assuming you've improved since the last time I watched you shoot." Ba'sun chimed cheerfully, grinning at the slitted, golden glare that shot back at him. Together they walked down the hall, quivers over shoulders and bows in hand. Ba'sun reached over to plucked at the string of F'lix's bow. "If it's that bad, you can blame the bow. Make that pitiful thing yourself?"

F'lix pulled the bow out of reached with a snort, "We have wing drills later this morning. Don't think this little hunting trip is going to make me forget."

"I wouldn't dream of skipping out on your lessons," Ba'sun teased, pivoting sideways to flash an innocent smile. An expression that quickly turned to blatant amusement when F'lix brushed him off, pushing forward to fall a step ahead. Ba'sun followed after a pause, hand slipping along to grip the tip of his bow.

Ekarth lazily looped through the air, making it a point to slip and twist through the small thread fighting wing that was practicing over the weyr. One dragon, two dragon. The small blue made a point to tag each dragon as he wove through their formation. Green dragon, blue dragon. He spiraled away from the dragons growing irritated at his play, and skimmed peacefully over Millieth's weyr ledge, greeting her with a pleasant croon. Look here! A gold ssunss on her rocky bed, A twist of wings and he was streaking back into the sky. And up there! A bronze about to be very much...

His head lowered, streamlining as he again darted through the formation, whispering the broadcast. Beware the tunnel ssnake, my kin! The jawss that bite, the clawss that sslassh! Beware the — Ekarth didn't finish. His sinous frame coiled around the bronze's, Morreliath's, His claws sinking into the unprotected belly of the large dragon. The hide split easily under his claws, and Ekarth twirled away, ichor and entrails raining down from the stunned bronze. I ssend the locusst on the windss, ssuch as the world hass never known, on ev'ry leaf, on ev'ry sstalk, until there iss nothing left of green!

The single keen sounded as Morreliath fell from the sky. As the other dragons recovered from the shock, the sky darkened with the wings of the swarm. Dozens of them. Foreign dragons. They broke apart as soon as they appeared, sectioning off in teams. One set dived, falling upon the confused riders to fill the weyr with outraged screams.

F'lix knees struck against stone as he fell, disoriented and the world blackening around him. He turned enough to view Ba'sun holding the bow like a bat, the man coolly eyeing him back. F'lix touched the back of his head. Warm, wet; his hand came away coated in blood. His lips parted to speak, a chocked sound coming out before the wood came down to connect a second blow. F'lix slumped boneless against the floor.

"You always were stubborn.." Ba'sun stooped to seize two handfuls of F'lix shirt and hauled him out of the hallway – fire hazard and all that. Aello, his green fire lizard, appeared at his shoulder to drop the bit of rope into his hand. Ba'sun checked the gash first, his fingers coming away slick with blood. Well. In case the kid was really stubborn... Ba'sun deftly bound him hand and foot, wiped his fingers on the kid's shirt before slipping back out into the hallway with an arrow notched.

Remind them, Ekarth, this isn't a damn slaughter.
Ssuch a wet blanket, O'ssun.

Saboth, having ventured over the jungle in anticipation of his going hunting, shrieked angrily. His already pale hide rapidly losing the color that once marked him as a blue. He winged in haste back toward the congested air above the weyr. No. It wasn't suppose to.. no time. With his rider's mind gone from his own, Saboth sent coordinates out to the most familiar dragons to him: those training in his squard (A'emi, K'sel, Kalierre) and of course Inocenth. Coordinates, percise even without his rider; with it came the urgency that they needed to get out. Go.

A pair of riders burst in through Kaegan's door, one quickly seizing not the woman, but the child – wretching the squalling toddler from her arms while the second rider jerked Kaegan in the opposite direction, a knife pressing against her jugular. "Surrender nicely and lives will be spared."

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Information

• This thread is for Kaegan -- possible for G'tor and Mi'rah to join in if they are near enough Kaegan's room. The skies are not an option.
  
  
• Following dead: All of Immunis Wing, S'kor of Bronze Morreliath, F'lix? of blue Saboth.
  
  
• Ba'sun isn't actually in this thread. Please don't respond to him.

[Tashe]

"Dash please leave Azzie alone, can't you see you're annoying him? Go back to sleep in your box or something." She wasn't precisely angry at the Salamandyr although it came off that way in her tone, she was just tired because Kai had been a fusy sleeper last night. Sorrysorry Beautiful mine. Kaegan watched as each of her pets dispursed to their favorite locations, high above the ground on opposing bookcases. Kai was whining again. "Shh, little chick. Come lets play with with your toys." It was too early in the morning for her to be this tired. The Weyrwoman wanted just a few more hours of sleep, if she could have those she'd be fit as a fiddle to meet the day. But, she knew, she wasn't going to get that time. Picking up a plushie in one hand and straddling Kai on her hip with the other, Kaegan quieted her child down. "One, little, two little, three little p~" Her voice went out as Millieth stirred with a sudden ferocity the backlash of her anger coinciding with the keening her human ears had just picked up. Immediately she knew Savitri was dead and then after, many of her other Riders, the information feeding through her bond.

An attack.

Quickly she rounded the couch and began to head toward the door, only to be stopped by it swinging open. Everything happened so fast, Kai was gone from her and she was held with a knife to her throat. Kaegan had to mentally stop Azzie and Dash from trying to attack the men. She hated knives. The last time someone threatened her with a knife she went crazy and killed him. Now was different. She wasn't in mind numbing pain and they had her son. He was screaming and crying and she couldn't hold him. Hands tightening into fists she trained her eyes on Kai. What was the best thing to do? Every other option seemed drastic and useless. They have Jingth's babies. None are hurt... so far. The Jr. Weyrlings are being held as the Wherhandlers and Weyrfolk, Immunis is completely wiped out, everyone else is retreating, captured or fighting. The anger that threaded over was powerful, and Kaegan had to fight to not be brought under.

So, surrender was really the only smart option she could take. Kaegan didn't trust the people who held her to keep their promise of sparing lives... she just didn't have a choice not to. Fuck. Flicking her eyes to the face of the man who held her child and then out to the Weyrledge, she made an angry noise before nodding her head slightly. "I will listen to your Terms." Kai's wailing was painful to hear while Azzie and Dash fought to break her commands. The Weyrwoman was fortunate that Millieth now had enough sense to not do anything rash, but instead relay her all the information she was getting. Kaegan was quickly going to have a headache. "May I have my child back?"

[rii]

A low keen sounded at the foot of Millieth's weyrledge as the bronze landed – a pale dragon under his claws that use to be the shade of blue. The dying dragon snapped sluggishly for Demotaeth's neck. The attempt itself feeble. The dark bronze, graced with an elegant masking of brilliant gold, paid no heed to the creature in his claws. His slitted, red eyes peered inside at the Senior Queen. A soft purr-like rumble vibrated off the stone as a twisted formal greeting to the gold before he bent his head low, seizing the once-blue's wing in teeth and deftly snapped the bone. Demotaeth eased forward, back claw shoving the small dragon over the edge.

Greetings Millieth, His tongue ran across the ichor dripping from his maw, turning his head to keep one eye on the queen and another on the controlled skies above.

"You've heard them," The man holding Kaegan hissed, using the knife to manipulate her jaw to the side, elongate her neck for his viewing pleasure. The other man merely smirked, doubling his hold on the child to keep Kai from squirming. In a low, hungry whisper the man spoke, lips falling just short of touching her exposed skin. "Although if you want to hear my terms I'm sure we could work something out. I've always wanted to fuck a queen."

"You think so small," A third voice calmly interjected. The former weyrsecond of Benden stepped through the door. Dark red hair tied back to reveal the wolfish features of his face, leaving the blue eyes free to sweep over the scene while idly wiping blood from his knife onto the front of his shirt. A silent nod of chin had the man dropping the knife from Kaegan's throat, though he kept a firm grip around her bicep.

"There is no need for this.. " Ja'kin's eyes narrowed faintly on the second man, gesturing with his hand for the man to release the child. Yet before mother and child could be reunited, Ja'kin seized the Kai's wrist to hold the toddler just apart from Kaegan. "Selenitas is taken. Have Millieth send out the broadcast, those that remain to surrender peacefully and no harm will come to them. Continue to fight and we will start the negotiations with the blood of weyrlings."

The blue eyes trailed down to the young child, his gentle words for Kaegan. "Where is your weyrleader to further the new arrangements?"

:: It's been decided that S'rei is not at the weyr. No one seems to know where he disappeared too, or if he's even alive ::

[Tashe]

Head snapping into the air, Millieth spread her wings in concern. An injured Dragon? No, a dragon being killed. When the Bronze dropped down onto her ledge, the Queen's attention was focused on the Blue he held in his claws. Pulling back her lips she growled, eyes darkening into an even deeper red. How dare that Bronze. Her how body was tensed, ready to tackle the metallic even though she knew she couldn't. Kaegan was restraining her. Her's was in a very delicate situation and engaging in battle was not something that would help at all. She was furious. Furious she couldn't try and kill the Male who had so daringly killed one of her own dragons right in front of her. Claws making deepening gouge marks on the floor, she held herself back. Just barely.

She was forced to roll her head to the side and repressed a shudder as she felt her captor's breath on her neck. When he finished speaking Kaegan spat at the floor, telling him exactly what she thought of his terms. Cue the Bronzerider's entrance. For some reason, this man was vaguely familar. Had she seen him somewhere before? Realization hit her, the Selenitas Weyrleaders had talked about him enough. Of course, it was... "Ja'kin." She said flatly. Rubbing her neck with a free hand, the Weyrwoman watched the man warily as he got Kai released. Yet he held her son from her, who was doing the best a two turn old could to free himself. Unconditional surrender. Well that was nothing short of what she expected.

"My Weyrleader? He is not here, nor do I know where he has up and disappeared do. Neither do I know if he is dead or alive. Right now its hard to care about since he left me alone to deal with this chaos and betrayal." Although she flicked her hand in annoyance, her eyes did not mask her worry. She was not only afraid for her Weyr but S'rei as well. He was one of the few she hoped would survive to do something about the invasion. If not he, she hoped that many of her Wingleaders and Wingseconds had time to escape. They at least, could organize something. Anything. Farnath, they all held her hopes in their hands.

Kaegan crouched as much as the hand on her bicep allowed, getting Kai's attention. "Honey shhh." The distance between them was just short enough so she could give the forgotten toy in her hand to the toddler, but far enough away he could just barely get it. It hurt her heart when he cried, and seeing him in the grasp of her attackers just made it worse. At the very least, she grudgingly gave Ja'kin the credit of holding him gently. It still didn't make her distrust any less. She stood back up. Millieth? Almost all of those who can evacuate safely have done so. She rubbed her face with a pained expression. Hopefully, she had stalled long enough. "I will speak with my Queen."

Order all the Dragons who are stuck here to surrender peacefully. Tell them not to fight or Ja'kin - she wanted everyone to know who exactly was behind this - will start with the Jr. Weyrlings. Are you certain? There is nothing more we can do.

Dragons of Selenitas. As your Queen, I order the following. She pressed down on the minds of all the remaining Dragons in the Weyr, blocking the channels so that only they could hear her. Being a Gold, the Dragons could not disobey a direct order. Surrender peacefully for now, do not resist any longer. Demotaeth's has said, any resistance will result in immediate death. If we continued to fight, negotiations will start with the death of the Weyrlings first. Remain in your Personal Weyrs. Relay this to your Riders. Those told to evacuate, do it now. You have no more time. I will bespeak you all if the orders change. Reaching out to the Weyrfolk and Whers/handlers she broadcast a similar message, one of surrender and no fighting, to wait in their homes until a further time. To them, she omitted the parts about evacuation and escape because now the attacking force could eavesdrop if they so wished to.

"I like this not, though I have no choice but to take your word on no harm befalling my people. As Selenitas's Senior Weyrwoman, I cede to the terms of surrender."

[rii]

She remembered him. Good, that made things easier. A faint smile was given in return, slight but still there none the less. Spitting and war-hungry riders aside. Ja'kin had nothing but a cordial reputation at Benden. Reliable, certainly, considering he had been a trusted hand through C'leon's reign, and again to J'lorin. "That he did," Ja'kin concurred – a hint of annoyance narrowing in his eyes.

Demotaeth responded at once, None have seen Salenth, or reported him being slain. He is simply not here. The Fortian, too, slips from our claws. One managing to slip the culling was acceptable, but having both of them escape with a good handful of riders to scatter to the winds was a nuisance. A matter Ja'kin put to the back of his mind to deal with later. The exiles in themselves would not be enough to add up to a true threat. An annoyance at best. He'd be mildly surprised if they could keep their heads low for long.

Ja'kin finished cleaning off his blade, sliding it home to rest in the sheath at his side. The broadcast pleased him well enough, though, and the bronze rider carefully walked Kai the short distance to his mother. "Release her," A wave dismissed the man; though neither of the invading riders went far, lingering near the door and watching the hall and ledge for any heroic attempts to save Kaegan; Selentias was oddly known for selfess acts of heroism.

It wanes, but the infirmary still stirs with activity. Ja'kin didn't need to say it, his bronze directing more pressure to be applied to the infirmary, if only to contain the healers. How many gone? As far as the reports go, most of the senior weyrlings - but more importantly we have all the juniors. Ciceroth's wing gone. Salenth. A handful of riders and weyrfolk.. ..Selenitas is ours. In theory.

Ja'kin turned away from the weyrwoman, moving over to her counter to rifle through the contents before he found what he needed, for now a basin of room temp water and a rag he dipped the tip into. He leaned the small of his back against the edge of the counter, cutting out the seam of his sleeve to expose the slash on his upper arm; one he began cleaning to gauge the damage done. "As long as they comply," Ja'kin couldn't make the promise that no harm would be done; but guarantee the damages would be minimal? He could. "I cannot promise the well-being to those with a clear lack of self-preservation. I can say that this transition will be brief. Weyr life will continue on as it always does."

Wasn't the first time he had been through an abrupt change in weyr hierarchy; people were very adaptable creatures.

[Lotty]

His wing. Loyalty prescribed that he had one concern and one concern only at the outset of the whole entire mess. From the moment of the dragon calls, from the screeching and keening over the air, at the words attack, he was inexorably interested in the whereabouts of his wing. They were after all, meant for these situations, and they had not been drilling for no good reason. Yet nothing was together, the whole weyr was in disarray and for once in his life - possibly the first time in his life - he was actually a target, and had to get out. Shards, how could a counter attack even be mounted if he was left to running around with his head cut of? If he had to evacuate then...

He was sure that he needed time, and that it was something that could be bought for the right price no matter the mounting evidence that it couldn't. Every second he spent there was one closer to his own impending death, this was something he knew if only in the back of his mind. Kierjaarth.... can you get a hold of anybody in the wing? Anybody at all? Ruskeath I am contacting. Innocenth I can't touch with at all...I am afraid he departed already. Others have contacted me...they say that we should depart...Behruth has coordinates? The bronze was safe only under the overhang of their weyr, where his shine was covered and hidden by the shadowy darks. Some of these attackers he vaguely recognized...somehow, which begged the question how many would know him?

We can't yet go... Kaegan was one floor down, and he was not prone to heroics, in reality he had no plans of sweeping her off her feet and saving her from the fire. In fact, as cruel as the truth might have sounded, he worried only about the Weyr, Kaegan's actual well being was beyond him he just wanted to make sure the sharding woman didn't...Our Weyr has surrendered Rahmine....Behruth's has been captured, and Ismaroth has the... Fuck. He paced back and forth in his weyr that had not yet been invaded...some how....thankfully. He suspected that he had been forgotten...or even worse, that he had been remembered and waited on. The pains of being pure at heart indeed. Some of my men are still here... Don't be stupid... Tell Ismaroth that we...can not make it...more importantly, tell Demotaeth... That was the dragon's name right? Of course...Tell him we're coming.

Orders to stay in his weyr be damned. He sticked his head out of the door and scanned his surprisingly empty hallway before marching down the way. He was sure he would be intercepted anyway... Demotaeth....Mine is approaching to speak with you...perhaps his wingsecond too, Yours may know Mine from Turns ago yes? Mi'rah...

He knew what this meant though. He had been victim to this world once before and knew too well watch it was like to be used, to be a tool. Hopefully, if his plans were to succeed then Ja'kin would remember too how he had served C'leon long ago. Of course he had grown since then...hardened maybe...but his stutter still betrayed that fact enough that he could twist being stranded on the inside to his advantage.

[Tashe]

Kaegan looked like a bird with ruffled feathers. She really did hate these hostile take overs. Powerless to do anything at the current moment but watch Ja'kin and her other captors, the Weyrwoman shifted irritably. When Kai was walked over to her and she was released Kaegan, stooped immediately to scoop Kai into her arms. Murmuring to him the Weyrwoman was able to stem his tears although she couldn't do much about his whimpering, instead she let him bury his face in her hair and hide himself from the strangers. He was old enough to know that these people were making his mommy upset, so that made him frightened. With the waterworks gone, Dash and Azaran stopped fighting her mental barrier and eased back into a wary alertness. Now mentally all she had to deal with was Millieth.

Ja'kin was shot a glance as he started rummaging through her stuff, she made a disgruntled noise but said nothing along the verbal lines. Even if she protested he'd still do it anyways and she certainly couldn't order him to stop, she was certain that he would instate himself as the highest totem on the Ranking food chain. "Continue as always. Right. I have no doubt you will try and change some of the fundamental aspects of Southern Weyr life." Her greatest fear was that the lines of equality between men and women would suddenly start vanishing. Kaegan wasn't going to let that happen, she would do her best to maintain that one thing at the very least. But overall she would fight for a lot more. She bounced Kai a little bit, her face grim. The only things right now that she was grateful for were: a) that Kai was safe and b) she wasn't pinned against the wall with a knife through her hand.

"What now then, hm... Whats the next step now that you've managed to invade my Weyr? Take on Fort and Benden?" She watched him as he cleaned out the slash on his arm. "Or did you just finally get tired of always playing second fiddle?" She hoped that slash was painful. Really, really painful.

[Rowana]

Serves him right for getting up early to take a swim and a run before drills. G'tor was on the other side of the canyon from his weyr when the screams started. At least this time he was ready. Even for a short trip as this, he had brought his knives, though his arm guards were back in his room. He might still be behind those who had fighting practically in their blood, but he was no softy anymore. Ruskeath was wide awake, itching to find his rider, but knowing that a careless move meant death for both. He dared quick looks outside now and then, but escape that way was impossible. He was trapped.

Three smaller minds began to stir. Tervain was on full alert. No sneaky humans or their pets would take her unawares. Ranchan was yawning, still too young to understand what was going on. G'tor sent a quick message to the older green to keep Ranchan out of trouble, then concentrated on staying out of sight. Star found G'tor's finger and curled around it so tight he nearly lost feeling. She remembered the last time all too well. Kierjaarth calls, Ruskeath said, his voice surprisingly calm. We have lost Innocenth and others. Many of our wing are trapped as I. Behruth is helping weyrlings escape. He wasn't sure of the rest of the weyr. Too much was happening to sort out right now.

G'tor was slipping quietly to his door. What does Mi'rah order? he asked. In a situation like this, he trusted his wingleader to lead them straight. At that moment, Ruskeath's stiffened as a command came through his thoughts. Millieth commands us to surrender, he said sadly. WHAT?! G'tor clenched his fist. Surrender already? This must be a much better invasion plan than the last one. Kaegan would never have given in so quickly unless the casualties would be too high. If he were the invaders, he'd take the weyrlings and candidates, maybe the weyrbrats too. Shard it.

He raised his hand to stare at Star. Go to Kaegan, he ordered firmly. Hide, watch, report. He'd been working on training the little salamandyr after her successful distraction against the Benden riders. She was very smart, even if she was lazy. He'd taught her to follow basic commands as well as the locations of most of the major points around the weyr, like the weyrwoman's rooms. Call him paranoid, but maybe it would pay off. Star wouldn't go at first, but after a second, she slipped off his finger and popped between.

Mi'rah is going to speak with the leader, Ruskeath relayed. The brown's tail twitched with anxiety. Can you return here? It's too far, G'tor said what they'd both been thinking. Tell Mi'rah I'm coming to him. As a bronze, Mi'rah would be a target and G'tor would be damned if he'd loose another wingleader on his watch. Star had found a place to hide among Kaegan's pillows. Detailed pictures showed G'tor that several strangers were in the room with the weyrwoman and her son. He saw them release Kai and breathed a sigh of relief. That was something.

Movement down the hall made G'tor duck into a doorway. Well that was a familiar figure. Hoping Mi'rah wouldn't mistake him for an enemy, he leaned out so that the other man could see him. With a grim nod, he leaned closer to whisper. "Star sees Kaegan, Kai and three strangers," he reported. It was doubtful they could offer resistance at this point, but there was no harm in being prepared.

[rii]

Could have wiped Selenitas off the map as Fort did to High Reaches, and settle comfortably in the weyr the southerners had warmed up for them. Could have lined up all the survivors of the take-over up on the cliffs and knock them down one by one in persecution. Certainly taking in these outsiders expended more time and effort in the long run, and Ja'kin had no absolute guarantee they would adjust. Could have let his men do as they wished with the spoils of their victory. Could have left the goldrider and her child in the hands of the two that had captured her..

There were many things that he could have done, but didn't. In time he would expect Kaegan to see and understand the small mercies and kindnesses. Out of all the possibilities, this one was better, if not the best outcome. Selenitas entering the war, officially or continuing to be a punching back for the north, was bound to happen sooner or later. In all likelihood, Fort would have simply erased the very existence of Selenitas; that they hadn't yet was something of a miracle. At least now the refuge weyr would be able to defend itself from a full on attack, and not scramble luckily against a couple low-rank wings.

Yet, for now, Kaegan was allowed her emotions and thinly veiled venom. Ja'kin had lifted his dark blue eyes from the blood, quietly taking in the weyrwoman's angry features before absently looking toward one of his men. It would be so easy to have them take her child away, put her back under the knife, to show her how worse off it could be – she should know, really, having survived through C'leon's brutality. Ja'kin's musings, luckily, were interrupted.

Mi'rah.. Mi'rah.. Demotaeth repeated dubiously to Kierjaarth, then privately to Ja'kin. Do we know a Mi'rah? The memories came without words. He, and another, are on their way to speak with you. Interesting. Demotaeth passed on the acknowledgment to Kierjaath, an simple word that his would not be attacked; escorted was a different matter. Shortly after the mental exchange, two riders fell into pace a few lengths behind Mi'rah and G'tor.

"If you infer that I am not allowing Selenitas to become a second High Reaches, you are correct." She wasn't, of course, but the woman seemed to have a glorified view of her weyr. It was a small step up from the druggies that took up High Reaches pretending they didn't have to do anything, or be part of anything, just live off the spoils of others. Their blissful ignorance had come to an abrupt end, hadn't it. "Once things settle down, there will be a change in the weyrlings lessons and the training of wings. Restrictions will be set."

Things that Ja'kin didn't really care to speak on at the moment. If she wanted to hear them, really wanted to hear it and have an actual say, he would talk to her later. There was much to do before laying out the long-term goals. Now was not the time; especially when his men noted the approach of the riders. A nod granted them entrance. Ja'kin let the silence thicken a few moments as he looked over Mi'rah and G'tor in turn. Then, unconcerned at their presence, Ja'kin turned his attention back to gash on his arm.

"I've been told you lead your own wing here, Mi'rah." Whatever prior judgment Mi'rah might have expected, it wasn't there. G'tor earn no form of acknowledgment – Mi'rah was the one who had come to speak. "I don't seek to take that away from you. How many remain?"

[Lotty]

Ah good! G'tor had shown up. He, even if he wasn't expected to do all too much - which wasn't a slight against him in the least bit, Mi'rah didn't even have a real plan marked out either, he was a magician with numbers, but politics were never really a strong suit - at least having his second made him look official, and it was a good sort of silent support. If everyone else got to walk around with a posse then why shouldn't he as well? It just seemed logical to him, but what did he really know?

As he met up with G'tor there in the hallway, he clasped his had on the brownrider's shoulder in a brief sort of pat, and used to motion to lean back and whisper in turn. There was only so much that could be said, what with Ja'kin's men coming up behind them, but some things were best relayed by human tongue and not channeled through dragon speech, "Trust me?" he said...half in questioning and half a command. This was trial by fire if there ever was such a thing, and the bronzerider surely didn't want to goof the floof. It meant losing all that he had worked so hard for.

He pulled away as the footsteps grew nearer, though in all honestly the simplicity of his message made for rather pedestrian conversation and he thought there was very little the guards could ween from their exchange. Further muddling any meaning was the rather asinine comment tacked on as the pair drew close to the Weyrwoman's quarters, "I rather wish I brought my cane..." just silly musings to his 'second and nothing more, "do you think it would make me more distinguished? How about my nose? Do you think the swelling has gone away finally?"

They rounded the corner, entering politely at the nod because despite everything Mi'rah could not shake the silly social rules he had learned from his Lemosan parents. It was a curse almost to not be angered, to not be able to spit the same word venom that the goldrider did...shards, he had hardly ever raised his voice to a yell in his lifetime (short of unfortunate drinking situations that is). If anything he would be civil to a fault...friendly even, "Greetings...first of all..." he softly corrected the lack of one from the invader before carrying on, "I-I do, and that relieves me of one concern already..."

Because he needed his wing. Now what capacity they would be used in... that would be addressed later he was sure.

"T-this is my 'second G'tor," he gestured to the man before carrying on, "At last count...and uhm, things may change as we settle down...I have six on my w-wing, seven if you count our good friend C'zan," Who you know, sold them all out with Ba'sun. Now, to quickly change to his own agenda. If he didn't it would serve their little talk no purpose now wouldn't it? "I w-would assume that as rational men, that it w-would..." embarassing...he needed to avoid words that started with 'w' and he paused to ease his stammer, "uhm, be in our best interest to inquire as to how we could best serve you. We want a steady transition yes? And well I guess, it all goes with out saying..."