Continuation of a Strange Reunion

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S'rei leaned casually against the wall of the greenrider's weyr, or rather, it would have seemed casual if he didn't have to hunch and turn his head a bit to the side to do it. Lauranna moved with the endearing gracelessness of a woman eight months pregnant as she returned with the lovingly repaired, weathered harness she'd gone to retrieve. When he first reacted to her suggestion, Lauranna had thought he would never accept this token of their past. But he came today despite the impassive mask he'd worn a tenday ago. His only words had been, "You said it would take ten days?" S'rei couldn't possibly know how uplifting that single sentence was. She handed their father's old harness to her younger brother, who took it with surprising gentleness, his stormy grays seeming to probe the leather for something. Then it seemed he gave up. A wry, bitter smile quirked at the corner of his lips.

"Silas?" she asked questioningly.

He frowned, brows drawing together. "Don't call me that." From anyone else, the stern tone might have sounded angry, but not from this stranger who had once been her closest brother. "I'm not him anymore. It will be easier on both of us..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair before he moved toward the center of the small quarters where he might stand more comfortably.

Maybe S'rei was right. Lauranna studied her hands for a moment, the baby asleep inside her. Reysarth's mind touched hers comfortingly. For a long moment she simply relied on that support, allowing the sadness to pass. "That doesn't help you remember him, does it?" She watched S'rei's hands tighten on the harness, an expression of emotion that somehow remained absent from his face. "He used to take us riding, you and me together. You always wanted to be like him. Somehow...I think he knew you were the one who would Impress a bronze." Her smile was nostalgic. "They were so proud of us. Both of them."

This familiar stranger shrugged. With him, the movement was anything but casual, as if to say that, whether he liked it or not, nothing could be done to bring back what she described. "It's all a dream, Laurie. Someone else's life that somehow I have brief glimpses of now and then. I've heard of D'vo. Most dragonriders have, if not because his career was so successful, then at least because of those tragic last turns. But that's all. To me he's just...a name. I'm sorry, pixie. I just - can't remember them for you." She went still at his words, a shock running slowly through her body. Lauranna could feel the blood draining from her face. S'rei frowned, suddenly worried. "What's wrong? Is it the baby?"

Lauranna shook her head. A slow smile touched her lips, the shock replaced with something like hopeful joy. "Pixie. That was your pet name for me. You - you picked it up from Dad." He stared blankly at her, but that was okay. She knew he'd remember someday. "Pixie," she repeated to herself, quietly.

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A screech broke their little meeting. A fat, green flitter soared in chattering with whirling red eyes. Screaming at the pair, she spotted the lumpy stomach of a pregnant human. Unfortunately, she didn't recognize it as pregnancy. Her dull flitter mind decided that this lady had been eating a lot. Of food! Letting loose another ear-splitting shriek, the flitter flew straight at Lauranna, angry. This flitter was extremely hungry, and what was this human doing with so much food?

"EMANOR!" a loud, angry sounding voice hollered. Chirping quizzically, green Emanor pulled up just as she was about to land on Lauranna's face. Emanor flew quickly to the weyrledge, peering out at the angry looking blonde woman who was sitting on a hovering Kmarath. The green dragon's eyes were whirling with irritation. "We caught your images, you dimglow green. Get up to the weyr right now and stay there! What have I taught you about being rude?" she said sternly.

Giving a guilty cheep, Emanor looked sadly over at her bonded. Sighing, Robika proffered a shoulder, and the chubby green flitter crooned. Beating her wings, she landed daintily on Robika's shoulder. Sighing, Robika looked in at the weyr, shame-faced. "I am so sorry about her!" she apologized, grimacing. "I think she was just hungry, and I was busy with some things so I couldn't feed her, so she took it upon herself to find some food," she told the riders, clearly embarrassed that her flitter showed such a lack of manners. Hoping it wouldn't reflect on her as a rider, she cleared her throat. "Erm, I'm Robika, rider of green Kmarath," she greeted, hoping to make amends with these poor souls.

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S'rei had been somewhat taken aback to find his sister in the sights of a darting, plump green flitter. Annoying creatures, Salenth rumbled in his mind. The single brow never descending from his hairline, S'rei couldn't help but agree. He'd never particularly liked firelizards. S'rei was - either by nature or through extenuous circumstances - not a frivolous man. True, he had a biting wit, but that was merely a way to put things in perspective and also something of a defense mechanism. Games and useless tasks were simply not his thing. And these flitters served little purpose.

The shouting was, if anything, less welcome. At least it managed to rein in the firelizard. Somehow, S'rei was fairly certain Lauranna wouldn't appreciate his protecting her from a mere flitter. Even now, she turned a warm smile on the greenrider hovering out over the weyrledge, strolling - or rather waddling, if he were honest - calmly after her retreating attacker. Lauranna waved aside Robika's apology and introduction with a negligent hand and smile. "Don't worry about it. And of course I know you, Robika, rider of Aslath's clutchsibling Kmarath." She cast a glance back at him. "You've probably heard of the bronzerider from Benden. This is my brother, S'rei, rider of Salenth."

He frowned warningly at his sister. She had a habit of divulging their entire family history every chance she got, perhaps hoping to jog his memory. Laurie cast him a mischievous grin. Still, she held her tongue. Securing the harness over his shoulder with studied deliberation, the tall man moved to join his sister. One side of his mouth quirked up in a grin that was almost a smirk. "You might try feeding her something other than my sister, miss. I must confess I've grown to tolerate this minx. It would be strange to be without her again." S'rei managed to ignore the elbow jab to his ribs with a straight face.

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((I think you mean clutchsibling. ;D ))

Robika smiled with relief as it looked like Lauranna didn't seem annoyed by the fact that she had almost been attacked by her unruly flitter. She nodded in acknowledgement of the greenrider's introductions. "I have heard something about a bronzerider from Benden," she admitted, grinning sheepishly at S'rei. She didn't know much else apart from that, though- gossip was not her strong point. Neither was names, she thought guiltily as she desperately tried to remember her fellow greenrider's name. It started with an L, that much she did remember...

Fortunately, distraction from this dilemma came in the form of S'rei. Chuckling at what he had to say, she replied, "I'll do my best. Unfortunately, trying to feed her is like trying to feed all of Pern's dragons at once." Emanor let out an indignant chirp, and Robika rolled her brown eyes. Though the flitter would do her best to deny it, Robika knew Emanor was very food-crazy and possessive when it came to such. Insulted, Emanor screeched into Robika' ear, then pushed off her shoulder to go between- to the kitchens.

Robika rubbed her ear, sighing dramatically. "In case anyone decides to get a flitter, never spoil them," she told them sagely, owning up to the fact that Emanor had been spoiled as a hatchling. However, she was young when she Impressed, not to mention her first Impressionable creature. It had been nearly impossible for her to resist giving Emanor extra snacks back then. Well, she was paying for it now, she thought with amusement.

I am getting tired. Can you get off and I'll just come pick you up? Kmarath asked, and immediately Robika was overcome with guilt. She should have realized her green's wings were getting tired from her continuous hovering outside their weyr.

Sliding off Kmarath's back onto the weyrledge, she watched as Kmarath soared up to their own weyr. Smiling merrily, she turned back to the pair. "I'm sorry, but what's your name again?" she asked Lauranna, her smiling folding back into a more awkward one. "I'm honestly quite terrible with names- almost as bad as Shmee is!" she added with a laugh. Shmee still couldn't even get Robika's name right, even though they had been in their weyrlinghood together.

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(Heh. I'd plead exhaustion, but...*shrugs)

Lauranna tucked her arm behind her back, an innocent expression coming to her face as she felt S'rei's gaze fall upon her. I think he probably knows you elbowed him, Mine, Reysalth commented dryly. Of course he does. That's the fun part. A moment of silence passed. Then, with considerable false weariness, Humans. Lauranna had to laugh at Robika's response to S'rei's levity. Though of course she knew the young greenrider hadn't meant the statement to be taken literally, the image that popped into Lauranna's mind was certainly amusing enough. A gigantic firelizard, made so huge from constant gorging that it's legs couldn't touch the ground, squirmed pathetically in her mind's eye. Now that would be something, wouldn't it? Reysalth's prim response drew out a snort from her. If you say so.

Glancing at her brother at the mention of one of them getting their own flitter, she saw the wince she'd expected, accompanied by his characteristic wry smile. Even as a lad, he'd never been too fond of the things, though she certainly got the feeling that his distaste for them had grown over the turns. Maybe it was the fact that the harpers' flitters had seemed to love his red hair when he was a child...Getting regularly divebombed by firelizards could certainly disenchant a person with the creatures. Although it was most likely his strong connection with flitters and their ilk that drove them to seek him out. Whatever the reason, S'rei had little tolerance for the firelizards, and the thought that he would ever seek to get one for himself was highly laughable.

The siblings watched Kmarath, most likely weary from hovering for so long, wing off after Robika dismounted. In her typical fashion, Lauranna bustled forward, taking the girl about ten turns her junior by the arm and leading her deeper into her modest quarters. She paused by Reysalth long enough to rub the green's eyeridges, a soft croon emanating from the dragon.

Answering the unspoken question in her brother's eyes, she shook her head in mild consternation. "Don't tell me you don't know the name of your own Weyrwoman! Shards, brother. You may not have been here long, but that's the sort of thing that will get you in the doghouse fast." The remonstrative tone leaving her voice, she directed her smile at the woman at her side. "Do take a seat. If only because it will give me the excuse to do so, and my feet are quite sore." She waited for the girl to settle herself. "My name's Lauranna, and that beauty we passed on the way in is Reysalth."

She shot a quelling glance at S'rei who, towering over the two when they all were standing, seemed like nothing more than a giant when the two greenriders were sitting. He shrugged again, lowering himself to the floor where he arranged his limbs comfortably. Lauranna shook her head, flicking her eyes toward another of the chairs in the room, but he dismissed her suggestion with a grin. She shrugged.

Turning her attention back toward Robika, she asked coversationally, "So what have you been up to while these louts have confined me to maternity leave?"

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Robika smiled, happy that at least the woman was welcoming her with extreme kindness. Wondering if it was because she was pregnant, she grinned as she teased her brother. "So he hasn't been here long?" she asked curiously. She truly was never much for gossip- sometimes she saw new transfers that she could have sworn had been in her weyrlinghood. Smiling warmly at him, she said, "Well, welcome to Selenitas!" She laughed merrily, then added, "Well, knowing our Weyrwoman's name helps, but believe me, it probably doesn't matter. She won't know who you are unless she deems you handsome enough." She winked.

She couldn't offer the poor man much on that subject, her own interests not falling for him. Shmee, on the other hand, could, but she wasn't certain. Shmee only enjoyed being with bronzeriders, though sometimes brownriders fell into her favor. So this man probably stood a chance, she thought with amusement. Not that she would make any note of that to his face. Even Robika wasn't that cruel!

She obediently followed Lauranna in, relieved that her identity was no longer a mystery. Laughing, she said, "Oh, not much is going on in the outside world. Aslath is being so protective over her clutch, though- it's almost as if it were her own!" It was so endearing, she thought with a fond smile. Kmarath's clutch-sister was so much smaller than the woman she chose to bond with- so it was probably Aslath who ended up commanding the Weyr around while Shmee ended up with the title. Well, at least the Weyrwoman truly did have the all-commanding feel to her.

She stretched as she sat down, looking around the weyr lazily. "So, when are you due?" she asked brightly, sitting up straighter now. She loved babes, and looked forward to seeing new ones popping out. It was astounding to her how fast they grew up- one of her mother's sisters gave birth a while ago, and now she could have an actual conversation with the child. It was so bizarre- it seemed like just yesterday that Robika had visited him as an infant. Robika hoped to foster one day, of course, but only after she settled down. Which would involve finding a weyrmate... somehow.

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S'rei sat quietly, listening to Salenth's ongoing reports of the dragons' comings and goings. He hadn't paid much attention to Robika's comment other than to briefly think that a Weyrwoman would do well to pay attention to those she was supposed to lead. You should talk, Mine. You didn't even know her name. S'rei dismissed that out of hand. I haven't met her. And I know almost all the dragons in the weyr by name, now, and all of the riders I've actually come into contact with. Besides which, this is not my weyr to run. We don't even have a wing here. Salenth's pause was telling. You might want to wait just a little longer before you judge anyone. That's gotten you into trouble before.

Aslath, of course, he recognized. His attention went back to the two women at the name. After all, Salenth had said enough about the Queen to make it fairly obvious - I'm a bronze. And Aslath is the Queen. It is what it is. You might find yourself knowing far more than the Weyrwoman's name, if my impression of the other bronzes in this weyr is anywhere close to accurate, Salenth remarked dryly.

A little arrogant, aren't we? A spike of annoyance came from the bronze. I've Flown a Queen before, if you remember. A wry smile crept to S'rei's features. Aye. A junior Queen. Salenth refused to be deterred. Which is more than you can say for many bronzes.

The bronzerider let his amusement filter back to his dragon. It wasn't that he doubted Salenth's ability. Hardly. He just didn't find it likely that such a thing would happen, not when S'rei wasn't interested in either the Weyrwoman or being Weyrleader. Dragons often acted against their riders' wishes. Still, it would be harder than if S'rei's subconscious was in full agreement with his bronze's instincts when Aslath rose. One thing that S'rei had never really been was ambitious.

I've got enough ambition for the both of us. S'rei rolled his eyes. No arguments there.

"The healers say I've got five to six weeks left." His eyes flicked toward Lauranna, who smiled knowingly at him. "Thanks for joining us again, brother." He offered the women a sheepish smile that wasn't - quite - apologetic. Instead, his expression added just the right touch to make him appear slightly mischievous. His sister shook her head, then returned her attention - which had undoubtedly remained dutifully on the greenrider who had arrived so unceremoniously - to Robika.

"We'll see, though. My family doesn't have the best track-record when it comes to following a healer's schedule during pregnancy."

S'rei finally spoke up, then. "Maybe Kalierre will take a look at you. She tends to be a bit more intuitive than the average healer..." Even he could hear that extra little bit of levity that entered his voice at his friend's name, and he winced inwardly. That's not going anywhere. Shut up, Salenth. He quickly changed the subject. "You've been training, I take it? Salenth mentioned that he hadn't seen any of the wings drilling since we arrived. Speaking of which, I do need to talk to Shmee and find out where she wants me," he added, mostly to himself.

The seeming absence of the drills was one of the things that had thrown both dragon and rider off, though of course they might take their drills elsewhere. He simply didn't know about the routine here in Selenitas.

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"That's so soon!" Robika commented, grinning. "So you think it will come early? You'll have to show me the babe, of course- I love babes!" She was slightly regretful that she couldn't birth any of her own, but it was no matter. She'd foster at the first given opportunity, weyrmate or no. "Who's the lucky man?" she asked with a grin, then paused. She wanted to kick herself for asking such a question. Obviously there was no one in here apart from Laurana and S'rei, so what if this was just a Flight-child? Sensing how awkward that may have sounded, she cleared her throat loudly, and started to rack her brains for a new topic.

"So, have you seen the eggs yet?" she asked curiously, stretching out. "You can see them from the seats, and Aslath has no problem with that. But they all look so... bizarre." She shook her head in amazement. Like Shmee, she thought it was because of Fath's weak last Flight. So it astounded her that she had clutched a queen. Aslath was being extremely protective of them- she wouldn't let candidates touch one of the eggs, she heard.

The greenrider smiled. There were so many births around. This woman was pregnant, Aslath was protecting a clutch. It was only a reminder that even at chaotic times such as this, new life was always around to make things better. It certainly cheered Robika, who loved seeing babes of all kinds running around. Hearing S'rei's voice distantly, she snapped out of her reverie and smiled in his direction.

"Shmee isn't the most organized, so talking to her is a good idea," she replied, still amused at how that would work out. She could already imagine Shmee backing the poor man to her furs, saying, 'I can show you some drills.' "For me, I've been practicing with my wing. My wingleader is extremely organized and is having us practice even without waiting for Shmee to tell him what to do. He's working hard to try and become a Weyrleader, you know," she told him seriously. Herself, she thought he was a good man, but seemed too fierce for Selenitas. What they needed now was a Weyrleader who could make it so everyone trusted Selenitas again- not one who seemed more like a dictator as the line of Selenitas had been for all these years.

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Lauranna had been enduring the excitement of the female dragonriders for a long time. It was a decision seldom made, at least by the fighting greenriders, to keep a child to term. Not during Threadfall. In fact, she herself might have been inclined to simply go Between had circumstances been any different...Then Robika asked the fateful question and it was all she could do not to cry. Lauranna cast a desperate glance to S'rei, his gaze sympathetic as he straightened himself to distract the other greenrider, but, thankfully, Robika moved on before the question could be addressed.

Mine?

It's all right, Reysalth. I just miss him.

Kareth was nice, the green added wistfully, referring to the brown bonded to Lauranna's weyrmate. Reysalth seemed to be capable of removing herself from the reality of the dragonpair's death, though her rider found that impossible. She still remembered the day they flew. Kareth and M'el were wingseconds in the same wing as Lauranna and Reysalth. A patch of Thread had blown the wrong way. A group of blues and greens, barely older than weyrlings, were flying directly into it, and though Kareth and M'el had responded in time to spare the young ones all but mild injuries - their heroism had not gone unrewarded.

Both M'el and Kareth were horribly scored, barely capable of going Between and landing in the weyrbowl. Lauranna couldn't imagine giving up the child of the weyrmate she'd loved for so long. It was all that she had left of him. Reysalth's soothing presence lingered in the back of her mind, calming her. She still needed some time to deal with this loss.

"The eggs are quite lovely, if somewhat odd." She ignored S'rei's appraising look with determination. "It really wouldn't surprise me if this rascal decides to come when they do, if only to be a nuisance. Isn't that right, lovely?" Her hand drifted toward her swollen abdomen, though it paused above it, never quite touching the child that was so close to being born.

Seeing the darkening of S'rei's expression at the mention of Shmee and this bronzerider, Lauranna tried to send her brother a warning look, but he either didn't notice - or ignored it. "Doesn't the Weyrwoman keep track of anything in her weyr?"

"Now, Rei - " Lauranna deliberately used the shortened endearment to curb his tone. "She's younger even than Robika, here, and certainly can't be expected to show the maturity of most senior Weyrwomen. It is an unusual time for Selenitas."

"Unusual is certainly the word of choice," S'rei remarked drily. But his expression had softened. His gaze turned toward Robika. "There really isn't a way to work to become Weyrleader. The Queen chooses and, more often than they'd like to admit, a bronze will catch her whether she wanted him or not. It's a matter of the dragons and nothing more." He smiled, then. "Though I'm glad to hear at least one of your Wingleaders is taking the threat of Thread seriously."

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Robika chuckled. "I wouldn't be surprised at all," she replied mildly. "Hatchings and births are so close together... Maybe it has something to do with the hatching hum?" she wondered aloud, truly curious if it had anything to do with births on the hatching day. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then went on. "Didn't some other greenrider give birth recently, too?" she asked cheerfully. "She isn't in my wing, so I don't really know her, but maybe she has some words of advice," she suggested with a shrug. Hopefully it would make the woman more relaxed to know that someone had just been in her shoes.

She raised an eyebrow at S'rei. "Listen- I know Shmee. We were in weyrling classes together, and we can be considered friends. In her classes, she was an epic failure. However, plop her in front of everyone, and she seems to have this huge take-charge instinct. She may not do well with internal things, but believe me, she knows how to run the Weyr." She nodded at him firmly. "You're an outsider and may have heard some wrong ideas about Shmee, but you need to remember that this is her Weyr and if anyone questions that, you'll get yourself knee-deep in dragondung," she added, blinking somberly. She hoped this man would listen- Shmee may not remember names, but she did remember if someone questioned her authority.

Robika snorted. "Oh, he has us drilling day in and day out. I swear, I never have had this firm a butt before!" she added with a laugh. After that brief laugh, she sighed. "I think it's more to show the world that he's boss, though- he is dying to become Weyrleader. He's actually been holding his dragon back from Flights so he won't become attached to a greenrider," she added seriously. "So many boys come to Selenitas, thinking they can take the Weyr, but Shmee... I can't see her letting them do that," she thought with sudden amusement.

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Unlike most bronzeriders, S'rei could take criticism, and he listened quietly to Robika's response. After all, he hadn't met this Shmee yet, and Salenth was right; he did have a habit of judging people prematurely. Of course I'm right. And modest, too. Salenth's smugness didn't dissipate at the wry comment. He spoke quietly to the greenrider, but with conviction. "I am not of the habit of challenging authority. The fact is, though, I wouldn't be here if I didn't speak up when things are running poorly. I'm not saying they are here, and you'll have to forgive me if I have little faith in weyrleaders at the moment, but that's where I stand."

S'rei's brow rose at Robika's description of her wingleader. There was an ambitious - if perhaps foolish - man for you. Most of the better Weyrwomen saw to it that a Weyrleader didn't remain Weyrleader at the next Flight, thereby leaving the Weyrwoman as the only stable authority. It was a game of politics he didn't particularly enjoy. Though not especially proud, S'rei didn't care to be used as a pawn, either. Of course, he couldn't exactly suppress Salenth's natural instincts...Women. They always caused some sort of trouble.

From Robika's assessment, Shmee sounded like another of those Weyrwomen who played bronzeriders off each other to secure her own power. He hadn't intended to get mixed up with a goldrider, anyway. Greenriders tended to be much easier to deal with. For that matter, women who weren't dragonriders, as long as they didn't place him on a pedestal, had always appealed to S'rei the most. That could change. But it was unlikely.

The man leaned back, interlacing his fingers behind his head. "If it will make your wingleader feel any better, I'm more than willing to leave the Weyrleader business to him. Even if Salenth is a bundle of hormones at the moment. That's just too much of a headache." His sister grinned at him, green eyes flashing. "I thought all bronzeriders were supposed to be ambitious?" S'rei simply shrugged. "Being a Wingleader is enough for me. That's what I'll work toward at Selenitas. The rest can fight at the Weyrwoman's feet." His smile was nothing if not ironic.

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Robika nodded in understanding. Being from Benden, he must really not trust Weyrleaders, she thought guiltily. She probably wouldn't either, if she was a Benden rider. "It's all right," she told him with a half-smile. "I understand. And though Shmee might not be the best image of a Weyrwoman, especially after being in Benden, she isn't cruel, which is all what matters, right?"

Her half-smile evolved into a grin that slowly spread across her face as S'rei mentioned wanting to simply be a wingleader. "That's a wise dream- it'll leave you out of any bronzerider drama," she remarked in amusement. She paused in thoughtful silence. "You know, I think in a way, Shmee purposely lets them fight. She'll sleep with one guy, tell the guy that shared her bed the previous sevenday, and then she'll giggle when she sees them argue." She rolled her eyes. Shmee acted like a two-Turn-old sometimes. Robika just couldn't see how the Weyrwoman did it, either- sleeping around with various bronzeriders. She also didn't see how all this troublemaking didn't make Aslath set off, at an age where she should have her maiden Flight. Then again, Aslath was guarding a clutch...

Mine, Emanor is nibbling on my tail, Kmarath commented in irritation. Raisiing an eyebrow, she remembered the initial problem- Emanor's hunger. With a guilty smile, she said, "Kmarath's saying that Emanor is nibbling on her, so I should probably get going." She looked from Lauranna to S'rei, wishing she could stay and chat, but knowing Emanor would probably get a hunk out Kmarath's tail in the end.

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Though Lauranna found her brother's attitude toward leading the weyr somewhat strange, she couldn't fault him for his logic. At least as a wingleader his position would be more a matter of merit rather than politics. During a Pass, anyway. No weyr could afford to overlook truly gifted leaders when Thread fell, as they might have done during more peaceful times. Nor did the greenrider doubt that her brother would spend much time as a wingrider. An outspoken bronzerider who had essentially changed sides in the middle of a war he openly detested as her brother had could hardly spend turns as a wingleader if he didn't have a great amount of skill to offer. Though Lauranna would have loved to've been in on the meeting in which they'd decided to promote him. It must have been quite heated.

At Robika's comment, Laurie sighed. "I suppose that if you must, you must. Do come back for a visit."

S'rei rose to his feet, offering the greenrider a deep, respectful bow. It had never really been in his nature to notice such trivialities as dragon color or gender when it came to the people he served with. If they merited his respect, he would certainly give it. And this woman had given him enough information without either prying too deeply or refusing to understand his position to justify his treatment of her. "It would be my pleasure to speak with you again," he added quietly. "That is, of course, if your wingleader doesn't wear you out too much." An ironic smile graced his lips.

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Robika smiled brightly. "Sure!" she replied enthusiastically, eager to have some more friends to be able to visit. "Just let Kmarath know through your dragon whenever you want me to pop over," she added warmly. Having dragons were so convenient in that way. Kmarath rumbled in amusement, already getting up so she could come pick up Robika.

She chuckled as S'rei bowed to her. It was strange, being bowed to by a bronzerider. "No need to waste energy bowing for me," she told him cheerfully. "Of course- I'd be great to speak again. As I said, just holler for Kmarath if you need me!" At his last comment, though, Robika laughed, and rolled her eyes. "Oh, honestly. He only wishes he could wear me out. But I'm all muscle!" she added, deepening her voice for effect as she flexed an arm.

Mine, stop being so manly and get out here before my wings tire, Kmarath told Robika, slightly amused, but was more interested in getting to sleep. Grinning, Robika said, "Well, Kmarath calls! I'll see you later!"

Bobbing out to the weyrledge, she hummed to herself as Kmarath came closer. Looking up at her green lazily, she raised an eyebrow as a very faint glitter caught her eye. Alarmed, she realized that Flight-time was approaching. Frowning slightly, Robika made a mental note to chat with some women blueriders later as she mounted Kmarath. She could just worry about that later.