Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Dec 28, 2009 20:31:18 GMT -5
The hesitation before Transfer made Kaegan shift slightly, but only a few moments of thought was put to it when she felt Millieth shift her thoughts to Salenth. A such a looming presence behind her could only announce one person. Kaegan didn't look back, especially since the Green basically announced the fact that S'rei wasn't very happy. It was a plus he hadn't grumbling angrily at her... yet. The Goldrider felt that there might be a less than happy conversation at a later time, even in passing. The Bluerider herself confirmed her guess when she addressed him. Tucking her gloves into one of the pockets in her flight jacket, Kaegan rubbed her hands together before spreading them out before her as she shrugged. "Rider Katar, as you said, you come from Fort. Should I even ask if you have your Transfer papers? Or should I assume that are you subtly asking to transfer as a refugee from the war?"
Reaching out to touch Salenth's mind, Millieth clacked the talons of one of her feet on the landing ledge. Mine said Yours would join the party. Switching her attention back onto the Fort Blue as he bespoke her, the larger female briefly paused in her tapping as she listened. Blue Sonarth, it would be a very good idea if you do. Fort is our enemy and to say it bluntly, transfers from there are regarded with suspicion. Huffing as she had to once more refocus her mind, Millieth shuffled her wings before responding to Ahth. I see no reason why Yours should stay, if he wants to leave then he can. She had to think a moment longer about whether or not the Blue himself could stay. She had misgivings. This Dragon has had years of Battle training. If a 'struggle' does occur, I would prefer if you did not engage. It wasn't an order, not yet anyways, it was just a comment. Millieth didn't know how far into the specifics of the Weyrling training Ahth and His rider were in. So, stay if you wish. She then turned to inform her Rider about Sonarth's request and of R'ahre's possible departure.
"Millieth informs me that you wish to relate the circumstances of this Transfer." Folding her arms across the top of her belly, the Senior Weyrwoman then took a moment to glance at S'rei before looking back to Katar. "Please, if you have no qualms and come in peace, I would like to hear them."
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Dec 30, 2009 8:55:36 GMT -5
S'rei's gaze shifted tempramentally to the weyrling pair. He had no problem with them specifically, no - found R'ahre and his green salamandyr amusing, in fact - but their presence here was both unneeded and added an element of risk. A crowded platform was ever so much more difficult to vacate than a merely cozy one, after all.
Salenth needed no mental prompting. Millieth may be the Queen of Selenitas, but he was the King, by right of flight and of vast seniority. The wings were his, anyway. Golds didn't fly on wings here anymore, thanks to His, and though the southern golds didn't seem keen on this development, it was made with common sense in mind. That didn't mean it didn't also serve to reduce their authority in such matters, however...His was a man of many motives, some more likely to be understood than others.
Ahth. You may relocate...within sight if you are curious. You crowd the landing platform, and your duty is discharged. Pleasant enough, though the tone brooked no argument. Salenth was content where he was, however, with clear vantage of all going on. The Drumheights had become his haunt ever since Flying Millieth. Did she? Mine finds this interesting...though he wonders why she would not wait for him, if she believed such to be the case. We would both feel more comfortable if you removed yourself by some short distance, Millieth, once Mine has brought Yours indoors. So you may better react. A gold could Command, of course, and most dragons were incapable of attacking a gold, but northern dragons seemed to have developed some way to combat the aversion. Some of them. If Millieth was taken by surprise...a loss they could ill afford.
S'rei, who had nodded and flashed a clearly distracted smile at Katar in acknowledgement of the title, was more concerned with securing the situation as swiftly as possible. He didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation at all until Kaegan spoke and his hand dropped to her shoulder. "We both would. Out of the open air and away from prying eyes. No doubt you will not protest." He left unsaid that, should they wish her harm, her dragon was hardly an obstacle. She'd come with the request; she could cater to their wishes.
In fact, he took Kaegan's arm, tucking it into his side and urging her toward the Main Hall in actions that brooked no argument, though they weren't outwardly forceful. S'rei leaned down to whisper, "It's exposed out here. She asked for you, did she? And that didn't at all seem suspicious?" Into the dining hall, waving at some drudges to bring food, he swept the Weyrwoman toward the table in the furthest corner.
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Post by tarra on Dec 30, 2009 9:54:24 GMT -5
Any response that Katar might have made to Kaegan's questions was wiped by S'rei's interruption; indeed, she had just about decided she was going to have to accept the absurd openness of the situation when the Weyrleader's words shut her mouth with relief. He, at least, shared her opinion that a strange transfer should not be interrogated where everyone might see and hear of it. The fact that he had not contradicted the title she gave him also confirmed that her guess had hit home; and she was all the more gratified that she had made the leap. She inclined her head to their retreating backs, speaking clearly.
"As you wish, Weyrleader," she felt for Sonarth as she started to follow them in, Love, stay here, wait for me.
And if they prove hostile?
Hold out until I come, then proceed as planned.
The blue rumbled, setting himself to stand square with wings folded; to all appearances a dragon standing on ceremony. His thoughts went to Millieth.
We understand your position, Senior Gold. Rest assured that our explanation is sure and we have no intent of continuing the feud. Mine shall explain clearly when they have settled down.
He turned once to Ahth as the blue weyrling (OOC> presumbly) began to move away to obey Salenth's instructions. He knew nothing of the bronze's words, of course, but it seemed like the youngsters had done their part and were now moving off. His eyes, a mellow blue shade, met the darker-hued dragon's unwavering gaze, and his jaws parted as if in a grin. Well he was aware of how the weyrling had been staring at them, glaring almost; did he think to make them afraid? Let him think again. Sonarth had faced worse dragons in his time, dragons who would think little of removing your wings if you so much as looked at them wrong. He would not bother with the pleasentries of posturing now, but there was little doubt that this youngster would soon learn from some other dragon - to his detriment, perhaps - that the games he played were as dual-edged as the swords their riders carried. Returning an eye for an eye, he watched the two weyrlings with cool, composed consideration as they left; with the sort of languid appreciation he would give to a herdbeast at the Feeding Pens.
Katar, too, nodded once more to R'ahre before she passed from the shadows of the cloudy day into the shades of the Main Hall, following S'rei and Kaegan at a polite distance. The simple action of walking cleared her thoughts somewhat, even as she considered the curious behaviour of the two people she so decidedly trailed after. It might be a little extreme to assume they were at odds with each other, but then they hardly struck her as being in cohesion in any sense. Their orders had been somewhat contradictory, and though the Weyrleader's gesture of taking his Weyrwoman's arm as they went might be interpreted as affection, it did seem rather...well, implacable as well. They were talking amongst themselves too, and her gut twisted in anger as she recalled Sonarth's words just before they landed. The weyrling had done exactly as she had expected, and biased the leaders against them from the start. Reserving judgement for the moment, she watched as drudges scurried to bring them food, and held back for S'rei and Kaegan to take their seats first. Only when they were settled did she take a seat herself, positioning herself where they might see her clearly.
"I am at your disposal," she spoke amicably, meeting first Kaegan's eyes and then S'rei's as she did before addressing Kaegan again, "You had summed up my case, Weyrwoman, in mentioning transfer as a refugee earlier."
She looked back at S'rei again, taking care to alternate her gaze every so often to keep both of them in the conversation, "As to the circumstances of our 'transfer', I would be happy to start from the beginning with our reasons, then our exit from Fort, and finally what we may contribute if you choose to let us stay. Unless you wish to ask questions first, in which case I would be happy to oblige."
Her voice remained cool even as her brown eyes displayed nothing more than mild interest in the topic at hand. Beneath, however, her heart was hammering with the close proximity of the two leaders and the distance she was from Sonarth. Should anything go wrong, they would have to make a quick getaway, and the further apart they were, the worse things might go. Sonarth, idling outside, was inclined to agree. There was little he might do if the Weyr decided to descend on them in a hurry. But unlike these Selenitas dragons, he had come fresh from Threadfall. Unlike them, he still had two vital elements to his advantage should escape become neccessary: surprise, and fire.
Not that anyone outside of Katar and himself needed to know, of course.
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Avu
Weyrleader Ce'thian Rider A'emi Handler Sena Harper Matteo Weyrbrat Riaren
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Post by Avu on Dec 30, 2009 16:33:06 GMT -5
Millieth says you may go. Ahth’s gaze slid towards His, curious. The – what was it, a suggestion or an order? – not to get involved in any struggle was actually fairly unnecessary. Ahth wasn’t a physically aggressive creature by any means and did not intend to start by shredding an insolent blue better taken care of by another. Hierarchy demanded he protect Millieth, yes, but if he could avoid it he certainly wasn’t about to go off in some fit of bravado. That would be foolish. A low rumble emerged from his throat as Salenth bespoke him, the dark blue weyrling’s head tilting slightly. Salenth says we are to relocate. We may watch, though. The last was added with a decided smugness as he crouched to allow R’ahre to mount.
Who wants to watch? /I/ don’t. With our luck she’ll be some suicidal murderer and try to kill Kaegan and S’rei and then what? The bluerider snorted softly as he stepped on the offered foreleg and swung onto Ahth’s neck. The blue bowed his head silently in Millieth’s direction, completely ignoring Sonarth now – the blue was someone else’s problem now, not his. Perhaps he would go talk to Vasityth once he dropped His off, hmm. She certainly could help him, especially if he offered to take part of her shift – wasn’t like he had anything else to do anyway. His eyes narrowed, calculating for a moment, before Ahth twisted, propelling himself off of the landing pad in a smooth movement that spun him into a complete turn.
Wings flared, careful not to hit either Sonarth or Millieth, difficult though it was in such a small space as Ahth was allowed, and the blue corkscrewed tightly upwards before he turned on a wingtip and glided towards the Northern Watchtower serenely, without so much as a backwards glance. He could watch from the tower with better company, after all, so what why bother staying here now that he’d been apparently ‘relieved of duty’? He ignored R’ahre’s complaints that he wanted to go back to the weyr, twirling around the Watchtower with a low croon of greeting for Vasityth, who shifted sideways to give him room. Yes, Ahth was familiar with the older green; she was on duty often and she liked to talk as much as Ahth liked to listen.
I /won’t/ take you back to the weyr. You’ll run off again, and someone less foolish will come along and /eat your face/ and then where will I be? Probably not complaining, as long as it’s just my face. True. Nevertheless, I don’t want you running off. You’re – hello, Vasityth. Yes, you wouldn’t mind if we stayed, would you? /Thank/ you… The blue’s silky purr as he nudged the green’s shoulder pleasantly in a show of affection (that was completely faked) marked the end of the conversation, though R’ahre still remained stubbornly on the blue’s neck as he settled next to Vasityth, crooning pleasantly at the green’s Rider.
I hope you know you’re a shameless suck up and I’m surprised she doesn’t see right through you. Because of course snarking would help. Snarking always helped.
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Dec 31, 2009 14:29:00 GMT -5
Patting his arm as he took hers, Kaegan's twitch was hidden by the folds of her hair as they turned. She had gotten infinitely better around men, but sudden touching was still a pet peeve. She would put up with it though, since it was S'rei, working around him gave him a sort of pass to some of those things. Brushing some debris off of her riding jacket as they walked, Kaegan occasionally looked up to make sure she didn't bump into anything. She lowered her voice when she responded to the Weyrleader's questioning. "From what I understand, it was our Dragons who asked for me, not Miss Katar." She paused as she untangled a leaf from her fur collar. "Next time this happens, I'll make sure to call you." Flicking it to the floor, the Weyrwoman glanced at the small scattering of people in the main hall before shifting her body to avoid hitting into the edge of a bench.
When they reached their destination Kaegan slipped her arm away from S'rei and removed her Jacket, draping it over her lap after she had taken her seat. It was warmer inside the Main Hall than it was outside of it, not that the cold had bothered her too much. Growing up in the North, she still had most of her resistance to it. Folding her hands on top of the table, Kaegan listened to the Bluerider speak quietly, eventually leaning forward to prop her chin on her hands. Refugee status then. For the longest time, they had had more Benden transfers than Fort, but now the tides were slowly starting to turn. The regime changes in the North were transforming one Weyr into the other, enough so that they had formed an alliance with Benden. Her thoughts wondered momentarily before getting sucked back into the conversation when Katar inquired if either of them had any questions. "As of right now, I have none."
She shifted her wings in a physical shrug, while giving Salenth a mental one. If the Bronzer wanted to know why he could as her Rider himself, she didn't have to be their median. Picking herself up from the landing ledge, Millieth glanced at Sonarth and gave him a brisk nod in response to him. Jumping into the air the Gold pumped her wings until she caught a thermal, circling until she located a spot near by. She apologized for her sudden appearance to the Dragon who had been residing on ledge as she dropped in. It was a tight fit, but fortunately it was a small Green.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jan 1, 2010 9:37:08 GMT -5
"Really?" He glanced at Kaegan sharply, the quiet greys visibly hardening for a moment. Ignorance? Poor training? The watchdragon had known to alert Salenth, so that only left Ahth. He preferred not to think that the blueweyrling pair had deliberately gone out of their way to thrust Katar under suspicion, but...R'ahre was northern and from Benden, as he'd revealed all too obviously the night Fort came looking for J'lorin. (Yes, S'rei kept tabs on a lot more than people realized, despite the fact that he hadn't been there himself that night.) It wasn't entirely unreasonable to think that the boy might have done this simply because the bluerider was from Fort.
It didn't really make him relax, though he did feel a little better that Katar hadn't requested to meet Kaegan and Millieth alone. He slipped in next to Kaegan, putting the Weyrwoman in a corner that made it impossible for anyone to get to her without going through him first. He watched the girl take her seat. New Fort, this one. Had she been more than a weyrling during the transfer of power? The most recent of their Fort transfers was F'ur, and that was three turns ago, now.
"Fort 'transfers' haven't been legitimate in turns," he commented, the statement merely that - a statement of fact. Really, that Kaegan had felt the need to qualify it was interesting. He couldn't remember the last time...probably Ka'rys. Or Emoyan. Certainly not since Selenitas's line failed.
He poured the klah, his southern upbringing emerging as he silently offered cups to Kaegan and Katar respectively before taking his own and sipping at it. "Feel free," he commented, nodding toward the small spread of food the drudges had brought. "Your contribution is obvious. Despite our attempts, Selenitas is small, and our progress is very much two steps forward, one step back. Any properly trained northerner is an asset. We...have traditionally accepted all transfers. That was before Selenitas abandoned neutrality, however. I must admit, I'm inclined to turn all Fort riders away."
S'rei wasn't one for beating around the bush, even if he didn't tend to be as brutally blunt as Ka'rys did. "By another token, we've had no real information of Fort for turns. It could be useful. If you intend to make this your home...that information would be invaluable." He smiled humorlessly. "I don't like to play games. If we should choose to give you a chance, you will fall directly under my supervision. Is that going to be a problem?" A question that any Fortian - although maybe she was too young - should understand. Fort's betrayer wasn't well-loved at Fort. Or in the north in general, to be honest, since returning to Selenitas.
"But yes, I for one would like to hear the reasons that a Fort rider would choose to betray her Weyr. Benden promotes little in the way of loyalty, but Fort? This is highly irregular."
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Post by tarra on Jan 2, 2010 12:09:50 GMT -5
The Weyrwoman confirmed that she had no questions for the moment, and Katar turned her attention to S'rei as he spoke. She wondered if he even had to state the obvious (surely transfers from both Benden and Fort would hardly be legitimate before the alliance), but the comment elicited no visible effect as she sat politely to hear him out. At his gesture towards the food, a thin smile pricked the edges of her lips. She murmered a small word of thanks, and did nothing. Truth was, she was not hungry; and even if she were, she would prefer to know her position before she tasted anything in this Weyr. The Weyrleader was aa straightforward as he was suspecious, and she felt a hint of relief that this man, at least, did not seem the kind to play word games. Faranth-willing, he probably was, and she would not have to watch her tongue with him the way she had with R'ahre. She rather hoped, however, that things would not be as "two steps forward, one step back" as he'd said. Struggling Weyrs had a tendency to compensate in riders; and unwanted riders (female chromatics, perhaps, as had been at Fort) were usually the first to go.
"I acknowledge," she said quietly, "That your current position with Benden must make it difficult to consider accepting Fort riders. I do hope you would hear me out before you decide, however."
He did not seem to be done yet though, and she settled in to listen.
"By another token, we've had no real information of Fort for turns. It could be useful. If you intend to make this your home...that information would be invaluable." He smiled humorlessly. "I don't like to play games. If we should choose to give you a chance, you will fall directly under my supervision. Is that going to be a problem?"
Katar, as S'rei had suspected, missed the point altogether. She had Impressed the turn R'anatar took over, and even before that had never been one for too much gossip about riders in general. She knew her way around, of course, and she knew all the important people of the Weyr. She did, in truth, know the story of a bronzerider who had betrayed Fort many turns ago, but the name of said rider had eluded her. He had not been at Fort when she was there, it had been unlikely she would ever meet him, and her focus had always been on her immediate survival instead. She shrugged.
"I see no difficulties with that, Weyrleader. I'd expected you'd want to keep an eye on me. I would clarify, however, that what information I can offer might be sparse," her smile, already thin, became wry, "I never was in anyone's good books."
"But yes, I for one would like to hear the reasons that a Fort rider would choose to betray her Weyr. Benden promotes little in the way of loyalty, but Fort? This is highly irregular."
"Irregular for a normal rider perhaps, sir, but not so for a female," she might have chuckled, and repressed the laugh with a tightened lip, "Perhaps things were different in D'loro's time, I've heard other riders say so; but R'anatar became Weyrleader the turn I Impressed, and he hasn't a care for female riders. Suffice it to say that life is harsh, and once you're female and chromatic, you're down. For good. Sonarth and I left because they were trying to kill us in Fall. Assigned us to Fall-length duty. Suicide."
She looked back S'rei, "That's why we're here now. We faked our deaths and left; I doubt anyone thinks we're still alive."
On the landing pad outside the Hall, Sonarth watched Ahth's departure sidelong from one eye, noting with interest how he flew straight for the watchdragon's position with R'ahre. Ah, so the game was to continue now, was it? Well, two could play at this. The blue rarely went out of his way to get back at others, but this weyrling had earned his keep most energetically, and continued to do so. He looked up as Millieth took off as well, and inclined his head to her going. She alighted on a nearby ledge, startling a small green. Sonarth watched her settle, and then bespoke her privately again, his eyes rolling a mild blue.
Senior Gold, whilst we wait, I must commend your Weyr's training of your weyrlings, he said, Ahth performed the most spectacular spins on our way here, and with his rider strapless. Mine was very impressed.
He turned as he spoke, as if to see where the object of his admiration was, and in doing so pointed his snout towards Ahth's position, Ah, I see. The practice is to situate weyrlings with watchdragons. No doubt they learn much from observing the older dragons at work. It is admirable.
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Jan 4, 2010 22:29:12 GMT -5
Tapping the back of her heel on one of the legs of the table, the Senior Weyrwoman listened quietly as Katar responded to S'rei's questions. She seemed sincere, Kaegan could gleam that off of the Bluerider, but not much else. Though she wasn't the best judge of people, especially when it came to picking up subtle hints. When S'rei offered her the Klah, she took it happily. It was such a common drink, but it was one of her favorites. Kaegan also helped herself to a small hunk of cheese, taking bites from it every so often and usually after a sip. Twitching slightly as she felt something climb her leg, the Goldrider looked down as she consumed the rest of her cheese. Himinehi! Lifting a finger to her lips momentarily, Kaegan let her hand into her lap to scratch the Salamandyr under the chin. Dash knew the gesture for quiet since she used it more often than not in their own Weyr when Kai was sleeping, and as she suspected he would, the little Brown didn't say anymore. Slipping him a small piece of meat to chew on, she refocused her attention.
The northern treatment of women was a touchy subject as a whole as well as for her. Kaegan sighed quietly, more to herself than anyone else. She knew that the North was cruel, and she had heard more than one story [lived it too] about what they did. Katar was right of course, Fall length duty was death to any lesser color without a break. But the fact they were willing to sacrifice a young rider to threadfall said something about their views on wasting resources. Moving her hand to rub Dash's back as he crooned softly, Kaegan shook her head lightly and glanced at S'rei. If the Rider came in the middle of threadfall, she probably didn't bring anything with her. But that concern would be brought up later, when or if Katar was accepted into their ranks. For now, Kaegan let the Bronzerider deal with any concerns that might effect them in the long run.
He did, did he? The Gold's head swung away from the Green who she had been conversing with, pointing now toward the male who had spoken to her. Her tail twitched slightly. She would have to contact Kaaoloth later on. The Blue might be small and fast, but it meant nothing if the Human lost their grip. Catching a falling human was a trick for even an adult dragon, usually ending up with an injury somewhere along the line. If he hadn't been spinning, she'd been fine. As long as the Weyrlingpair is not distracting the Watchdragon from his or her duties, they are allowed to watch and learn with permission from the on duty dragon.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jan 5, 2010 7:25:21 GMT -5
A frown flickered openly across S'rei's face, and he glanced at Kaegan for a moment. The girl didn't seem to find Katar's statement surprising; which either meant that she was pulling what his former and very much dead weyrmate often had - withholding information and trying to run the Weyr on her own when she was little more than a child - or she was ignorant of anything that had to do with Fort. Most likely, he thought, the latter. It was doubtful Benden had bothered to tell one of their numerous junior goldriders anything about their enemy.
At any rate, he wasn't likely to get much from Kaegan in the way of help. It had been little more than a fleeting hope, anyway.
His bullshit monitor was going off, but...S'rei was old Fort. Old Fort and Old Benden. It seemed impossible that Fort could have changed so much since last he was there. Ka'rys. F'ur. E'yan...Emoyan now. T'san, even. They were Fort, enough Old Fort that he could identify them, accent or no, simply by how they acted. What man who could fill the void left by D'loro would take the Weyr that direction, though? The strength of the loyalty of Fort riders, the unquestioned obedience the riders gave their leaders, was what held Fort together. It was, in S'rei's opinion, essential to that Weyr's survival. Was R'anatar so stupid that he'd undermine one of his strongest tools? And if he was, how did he get into his position to begin with?
"Female chromatics are noticed enough to be worth going out of their way to kill?" The flat tone made it clear just how unlikely he found that statement. His northern tainting - almost twenty turns of it - was seriously showing, but he didn't care. "This was never even true at Benden while C'leon was still in power. Disregarded. Used as fodder, perhaps. But no one has so much resources as to waste a rider on something so deliberate based on gender and dragon color alone. Dragonrider spawn still make the best dragonriders, and the Fort bloodlines are old, even if they don't pay so close attention as dynastic Selenitas used to." How much of this was going over her head? She was a girl, little more than a child...few had the context S'rei did, especially those as young as she.
He rubbed the back of his neck. "If this is true, our picture of Fort is far too outdated." S'rei still didn't believe it was, though. There were far more useful ways to employ riders you didn't want around. At the front lines of a fighting wing, for instance. Or to add to the slave trade, one of the greatest sources of Fortian revenues. (And the monster in the darkness that kept some of the less loyal inclined to obey.) There was something just too inherently wasteful about assigning chromatics full Fall.
His eyes narrowed on Katar for a long moment. "Who did you piss off?" Blunt. It wasn't that he didn't believe she had indeed been given this assignment...her grasp of the situation, however, may not be sound - or she was feeding him a load of bull as to the reason. "Last we heard of Fort, people were dying in a most...politically convenient...way. There was nothing wholesale or anything short of surgical about it. Why did you catch their attention? Or, if you can't tell me that, and you expect me to believe this story about female chromatics, then there has to be a premise. A rationalization. Fort is an old Weyr, with many older riders who have very specific ideas of how things should be. By what line of reasoning do they accept this...wasting of warm bodies? I find it unacceptable, and I only spent seven or eight turns there."
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Post by tarra on Jan 6, 2010 23:57:38 GMT -5
(OOC> Hmmm, there seems to be a small mistake, and S'rei now believes Katar is Tarra XD )
He didn't believe her. Katar could see that from his eyes, his face, his very seat. A quick glance told her Kaegan was fine; she seemed, in fact, happy to drink klah and hear her out. But what went on beneath that outlook was unknown, of course, and perhaps she was just making a show of cordiality before getting her gold to kick them both out. S'rei, however, seemed outright nonplussed, and so his speech were no surprise even though the bluerider didn't quite follow some of it. She listened coolly, trying to shut out the sound of her racing heart, and then spoke. "With all due respect Sir," she resisted the fear rising in her, forcing her voice into calm (maybe they were going to get thrown out after all?), "I'm not from Fort. I was Hold-bred, Searched, brought to Fort. I know you don't think I'm making sense, but...seriously, if I wanted to lie, I'd make it more convincing." His next words took her off guard. She raised a brow at him, and as he continued tried to shut the laughter that threatened to burst from her, though a bark still came through. Honestly, did he think things were so simple, that people would always be rational and cool and base all their reasoning on logic only? Fort was old, yes, and established in both tradition and way of going; but she could not recall a time when her weyrlinghood and rider life had been 'fair' in any sense. Grinning wryly, she turned to the Weyrleader eye-to-eye. "Piss off? No one - and everyone, depending on how you look at it! Aye, people died in convenient ways all the time, and female non-golds the more. We're unstable - they say. There was a greenrider snapped in battle a week past, turned on every nearby rider, mostly her own Wing. Apparently it happened the month before too, and the turn before that, the way they go on about it. Happens all the time to everyone, but somehow they remember only the females. We're 'unstable'; emotionally weaker, physically less. Any female rider's a liability, good only for getting captured and giving information to the enemy. Unless she's gold, in which case she can reproduce and makes up for it. She cocked her head at S'rei, trying to recall a time when he might have been at her recently-exited Weyr. It came as a surprise that he was ex-Fort; but then she was relatively new herself, and he looked older than her by far. "Maybe it wasn't that bad when you were there, but it is now. If there were any rationale to this...wasting of bodies, as you say, I'd like to know it too. But they don't tell me anything. They assign, I do. Questions can be taken to the private rooms for a beating reply, or worse." On the landing pad, Sonarth turned as Millieth replied, and noted with relish that his message had had the intended effect: the Senior Gold appeared annoyed, as evidenced from her brief reply and the slight twitch of her tail. He gave little sign of this however, merely sinking his talons into the stone beneath to subdue the mirth in himself, and bowed his head as he replied briefly. That is well. The custom is sensible, though strange to me: such would not be allowed in Fort.
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Tashe
Shiny Hoarder
Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
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Post by Tashe on Jan 17, 2010 18:13:29 GMT -5
(Short. There isn't much for Kaegan to do. She's pretty much handed the decision of the transfer over to S'rei.)
It was both hard, and easy to follow the flow of question and answer between the two Riders. Kaegan herself knew very little about the differences between Old Fort and New Fort, having only ever lived at Benden or Selenitas. She hadn't received much of an education on the ways of Fort from Shmee, so what she did know were bits and scraps from reports, transfers and other records. This particular situation was allowing her to store and gain new information about Fort, that would help her later. The Senior Weyrwoman let S'rei control the flow of questions, knowing that he had a greater reserve of knowledge in this particular area. She herself was happy to sit back and take this as another learning experience. Lifting one of her hands as Dash scurried up her arm to take his perch on her shoulder, Kaegan stroked his back with a finger as he settled down. After a few moments she let her hand fall back into her lap, but not after tucking a few of her wild curls behind one of her ears.
Yes, though, Selentias is not Fort. Our practices have developed differently here in the South than they have in the North. She gave a wing shrug, certainly the Blue knew that Selenitas was not as strict as Fort was said to be. Though, she'd bring up the episode later with Salenth to get his take on the matter. She wanted to change the topic. Tell me, is it snowing in the North right now?
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jan 17, 2010 22:01:44 GMT -5
(lolz, fixed it i did. seems like now would be a good time to end this since the thread is so old, if y'all don't mind)
He listened to her in silence, believing her for one reason and one only, really...that anyone attempting to sneak in a rider under S'rei's nose (anyone from Fort) would have given her a better story to tell, knowing his history. She was right about that; if she intended to lie it would have been more credible than this. Was it true, then? Possibly, or maybe it was just her perception, tainted by narrow scope and a dearth of background in which to assemble the pieces. It bothered him, though, and he made no attempt to disguise that.
"Or to the interrogators." At least, that was how it had been when he was there. And was why he left, actually, after discovering from Salenth that Fort wasn't their home weyr. Though he hadn't known, then, that Benden wasn't either. So many mistakes and regrets that he left locked up safely these days lest he go mad. "Well, then. I suppose it's a solid enough claim if that's the aim, to find a reason to get rid of female riders." Not hard to justify something the majority of people already wanted to see happen. If they didn't want female riders, though, it would be easier to simply keep them from standing, he should think.
He glanced at Kaegan, but she was being decidedly passive. Which was one of the reasons he preferred to see to most things himself...because she was passive. Too easy to make roll over. Disgusting, in a sense, but it served his own purposes well enough, he supposed, as it meant he didn't have to waste time arguing with her about everything under the sun.
"We drill at dawn. Be there early...on the beach. Kaegan and Millieth will see to housing you two," he decided abruptly. "If you've any concerns, I'm easy enough to find. Ask anyone about my offices. Speaking of which...Kaegan, I need blueprints of the weyr if you have any in your possession. Just have them sent to me when you get done here." And he was up and moving without a backward glance. Too much to do to dally any longer here.
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