Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Dec 24, 2009 7:08:15 GMT -5
S'rei regarded C'oar soberly. It was a reaction to all that had gone on that he'd rather...hoped for. Unfortunately, it wasn't a universal one. People seemed to think that, with C'leon dead, that was that. Sad that so many people had to die to get southerners to poke their noses up out of their cozy lives and get a clue - and even then that it hadn't really worked so well. No matter. You could only work with what you had. "From what I heard, you acquitted yourself well enough. One man can only do so much." He didn't bother to add that C'oar had also been untrained. Surely the brownrider was smart enough to realize that himself.
"Well, then, C'oar. I suggest you find someone to train regularly with who has had more experience fighting...and also physically training yourself for endurance. Running or swimming. Bulk is good for forges, but will tend to slow you down in a fight." Nothing wrong with power. S'rei had a very average body type that could be trained to various levels of fitness, depending on what he desired. His current level was the one he'd grown to prefer over the turns. He was a large man, if only in height, so it was prudent to keep some more muscle on his bones since he'd never be the quickest person around, but mobility was important too. If you couldn't land a punch, it didn't matter how much power you packed behind it.
"All of the wingleaders and most of the wingseconds are trained - typically northern trained - for war. Most of the northern riders of sufficient age also have experience. It shouldn't be hard to find a training partner. And thanks again for helping with the construction." He glanced down at the war machine. "If you'd leave that with us...I'd rather it not be unleashed on the general public."
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Post by dragon on Dec 27, 2009 12:51:35 GMT -5
C'oar nodded, soberly, obviously paying close attention to what was said and implied. "I will look into that." He agreed. It wouldn't be hard, after all. Nothing was hard when one set their mind to it. It helped a lot, of course, to have a direction to take... now that he'd explored the one he'd thought of, and was given another to try, he'd certainly be following it through. For one thing, it certainly couldn't hurt to get additional training. No matter the field.
Finding a training partner would be harder ... he didn't really know anyone well enough anymore to simply spring that on ... and he really didn't want to get to know anyone either. Superstitious? Maybe. But better safe than sorry. Still ... plainly a parner was needed. So ... now what? He'd figure that out, in time. Right now, there were other things at hand.
"Sure. I can do that. Or if you prefer I can take it somewhere else and leave it for you, covered." C'oar offered, aware of the concerns of earlier in the conversation were still valid; the kid was still by the river. Considering what had recently happened to the river, C'oar was somewhat surprised to find that S'rei was allowing the child to play there at all. He got to his feet, and dusted off anything that might have stuck to him from his sitting on the ground.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
Posts: 2,861
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Post by Requiem on Dec 28, 2009 8:25:55 GMT -5
"That's quite all right. Salenth will take care of it," S'rei replied, almost too briskly. He intended to ask Ka'rys if the bronzerider could see any use for it...and if not it would be torched, something he didn't think would go over too well with the smith. Still, though it didn't seem to be particularly useful in the defense of the Weyr, he could see other uses for it that would make this idea dangerous. Pern was in a state of unrest, and there were always people willing to capitalize on chaos. A war between holds...could probably use such things with devastating force. Best to just get rid of it. Unless, of course, Ka'rys had a better idea. (Strange how he hadn't noticed how much he relied on the other man until he'd gone all fuzzy in the head.)
His eyes slid back up to C'oar when the man didn't leave immediately. He was pretty sure his dismissal had been clear enough a moment ago, but apparently subtlety - even the more obvious social kind of subtlety - was lost on the youth. "I've quite a bit of work to do. You should go find something to occupy yourself." That should be clear enough.
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Post by dragon on Dec 28, 2009 16:08:58 GMT -5
C'oar merely nodded, in silence, and turned to walk away. He met his dragon at the bottom of the hill, and vaulted onto the burly beast's shoulders. It was time to go ... albeit without the object he'd spent the better part of a few months toiling on. Frosstyth turned and walked away, glad to be leaving the thing behind. He'd hated it ever since it had thrown him across the ground during the initial test firing. With no real destination he just merely struck out into the Weyr, away from the river and strolling under the canopy.
If you'd listened to me from the beginning, we could have avoided all of that. he pointed out, flaring his wings. The light caught on the lighter lightening-pattern streaks on the sails, making them contrast more than they usually did.
"Shut up." C'oar answered. "No one can say we have not tried to defend this place. That we left stones unturned. Just because it turned up a dud doesn't mean anything. What if it had been viable, and we'd not done it? What then?"
How would turning stones accomplish anything? Frosstyth asked.
"Never mind." C'oar sighed. Time to get onto the next idea. He wouldn't be satisfied with merely making himself a better fighter. He wanted to make lasting improvements to the defenses, do something that would not depend on his being there and alert to keep the place safe. Something that would make more than just Riders effective. He'd figure something out eventually...
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