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Post by reqqy on Jul 26, 2008 14:05:59 GMT -5
S'rei tugged at each strap experimentally. Now, Salenth, who did not so much mind the harness, and endured such safety measures with something resembling grace, was nevertheless quite sick of it after several minutes of going over and over the same straps again and again. His head swung about, teeth closing upon his rider's shoulder harmlessly. I will make a mark if you continue that. It's annoying. He shook his head for emphasis, though certainly not enough to hurt his bonded. The wingsecond grimaced. He held up the arm that wasn't rather immobilized at the moment in a gesture of surrender, and Salenth released him, though he continued to watch His closely for any sign of the behavior being repeated.
"Where have P'nor and Cyanth gotten off to? We were supposed to meet them here half a candlemark ago. The wing knows we're drilling here today." Ah, there was the reason for all that nervous tugging. I haven't been able to rouse Cyanth, wherever he is, the bronze responded slowly. You know the formations he wants. Maybe we should just start without him. S'rei snorted. "I should know what formations he wants. I drew up half of them." And he didn't begrudge P'nor that, really. After all, S'rei was the one with experience. Not for the first time, however, he thought about strangling Shmee. Too bad he loved the woman. That got in the way of so many things, nowadays. Running a hand through his hair, he chuckled ruefully.
Joy of all joys. Here he was trying to be good and play the subordinate role, and P'nor and Cyanth were late. Well, it couldn't be helped. Just as it couldn't be helped that, since his return, people seemed to vastly ignore Ka'rys and Ciceroth. He knew that Shmee had never liked the new Weyrleader, however...just S'rei's being here seemed to undermine him. Which was really rather unfortunate. The wingsecond couldn't say he liked the man, but Ciceroth was likeable enough, and Ka'rys was intelligent. No, more than that, Ka'rys was worthy of respect. If, as everyone seemed to suspect, S'rei and Salenth reclaimed their title in a turn, he'd want the other bronzepair around, as their skills were rather invaluable. If nothing else, they were far more linear about how they approached problems, and he could use that perspective.
Talk about arrogance. There was no guarantee anything like that was going to happen, which was why he was doing this tapdance to begin with. S'rei sighed. "Okay. Go ahead and call them. I wish Cyanth and P'nor were here, but we can't sacrifice the cohesion of the unit for them." Again, he ran his hand through his hair - which spiked it up at this almost ridiculously short length - a nervous habit. The riding helmet lay in a small pile with his jacket, as, unless you were actually flying, it was rather too hot in the south to be wearing them for extended periods of time. Shifting, Salenth nuzzled his rider reassuringly. I'm sure they'll be along shortly. Don't worry.
The male then lifted his voice in a booming broadcast. Blizzard Wing. Please report to our usual practice ground. In five minutes, you will be late. In ten, we take to the skies.
Blizzard Wing WL Bronzerider P’nor of Cyanth WS Bronzerider S’rei of Salenth Bronzerider W’liam of Rinth Brownrider F'rek of Karanth Bluerider Zadari of Sitieth Bluerider NPC Bluerider NPC Greenrider Lura of Anemith Greenrider Kemma of Mellith Greenrider Adrian of Ravenith
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Post by Ruby on Jul 26, 2008 19:18:25 GMT -5
Kemma and Mellith had been ready for quite some time now, but Kemma couldn't make the decision that the pair should go wait at the meeting area while there was still work to be done here. So she'd gone over Mellith's straps about a million times, prepared her own gear, put it on, taken it off, and finally sat at the desk in her Weyr to start planning out the next candidate lesson. It was the Welcome to the Weyr lesson... too bad she wasn't in either Shmee or Ka'rys' wings, that way it would be easier to track them down and ask if they'd stop by to say hi. Oh well, she'd have to track them down another way.
P'nor's wing was new to her and Mellith, and although Kemma knew the Bronzerider's face, she'd only spoken to him once three turns ago when she had tripped over his bench trying to sit for dinner. Oh, mine, Mellith sighed, adjusting her position on her ledge where she was watching for the Wing's arrival. Don't bring that up, hm? Because if I remember correctly, you thought he was quite dashing at the time.
Kemma shot her green a look, tossing back, Oh, right. That was three turns ago, and I was a silly girl. Like I'd mention that to the Bronzerider who's in charge of my wing. Anyway, I doubt he's dashing at all. I think you're making it up.
Before Mellith could respond, however, the green stood up on her ledge, swinging her head back to Kemma. No time, mine, Salenth and Salenth's have arrived. We should go. With a sigh, Kemma stacked her papers back into a corner of the desk, weighting them with a polished rock to protect them from Mellith's takeoffs and landings. Grabbing her jacket and helmet, Kemma hopped up onto Mellith's back, hooking one hand under the fighting straps and holding her gear under the other arm.
As Mellith launched into the air above the canyon, Kemma heard Salenth's summons in her head, and smiled. She loved being early. No matter that it was S'rei's calling, and not P'nor's, she was sure that the training would commence as soon as possible. It was odd that they were down a Wingleader, but even if P'nor didn't show, Kemma wasn't worried. S'rei had been Weyrleader for shards sake, the man knew how to lead a Wing. The pair settled in facing the bronze, and Kemma slipped off her Green's back, still holding her flight gear. With a quick glance at Mellith, she said, See? Just S'rei. Nothing to worry about, before greeting the aforementioned Bronzerider. "Hello Wingsecond S'rei, Salenth." She wasn't sure if he'd know her name- she hadn't worked with him before, either. "Kemma and Mellith, ready when you are," she added, although the martial format of her words weren't echoed in her tone. She wasn't sure why she left off her full title for the moment, but... eh, if he didn't know she was Candidatemaster, he didn't need to. She shouldn't be treated any different than any other Greenrider.
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Post by Administrator on Jul 27, 2008 20:24:30 GMT -5
Why did Salenth call for us instead of Cyanth?[/color] Anemith asked irritably. She already had very little faith in the bronze and his rider, and this was not easing her in the slightest. I bet you anything that Cyanth's forgot about his own drill. Why not just fire him and put Salenth's as Wingleader? Salenth's is better, not to mention Salenth is more intelligent.[/color] Lura snorted, pulling her gloves on. Personally? Lura hated both of them. P'nor was just obnoxious, and S'rei seemed to be a high-headed twit. The attention that the Weyrwoman gave him just seemed to make his ego get bigger and bigger, and leading this wing would doubtlessly make it swell again. And... she frowned. This was how I'ir had died, wasn't it? In his wing? But she supposed that she had to follow him-- it wasn't as though she could fight Thread without him, nor would she want to lead the wing herself. She sighed. It was a lose-lose situation, unfortunately.
"All right, let's go," she grumbled. Anemith snorted with equal irritation as she pushed off the weyrledge. They were on time, so they wouldn't have to worried about being bossed around by S'rei so much. She had quite little faith in the man, anyway. He'd probably let latecomers run free. If he could let someone in his own wing die so easily, he probably is only just acting without knowing what he was doing. Still, Anemith circled over the area before landing on the ground with the others. Landing gracefully on the ground, Anemith didn't even bother in greeting any of the other dragons. Surly, she flicked her tail as Lura dismounted. Equally grumpy, she chose to be more immature than Anemith, wandering to the group with a cold smirk etched onto her fine features.
"Well, hello all," she said coolly. Her harsh gaze rested on S'rei. "I'm glad we're practicing. We wouldn't want any fatalities now, would we, wingsecond?"
Anemith didn't laugh. Do not make him mad. Even if it was in his wing that Corth's /betweened/, he is still your superior,[/color] she warned. Lura's lip curled, but she fell silent. Anemith was right. If she picked a fight, she would be the one punished. And that was not something she was looking forward to right now. So she contented herself with fuming silently to Anemith, who nudged her mind comfortingly.
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Post by missa on Jul 29, 2008 8:02:44 GMT -5
Eh-- What? Sitath yawned as he stretched, blinking open his whirling eyes to see Zadari standing with her ahnds on her hips, attempting to look semi annoyed with her bonded for sleeping when she needed him. Thankfully, Salenth had woken him and they could finally get to drills. Sharding dragon.
"Well, now you're awake, I don't suppose you'd like to go to drill would you?" Zadari chuckled as her bonded yawned and gave her a half hearted draconic grin. Zadari chuckled lightly, pulling on her riding gloves while Sitath finished stretching for a while. It was just like Sitath to forget and doze off when they had drill. Stupid dragon. It's amazing you remembered. Usually I remember these things. Sitath teased, lifting his foreleg for Zadari to mount up, checking his straps before hand. "Uh huh. Whatever, let's just go."
Hello Salenth... Where is Cyanth? Confusion more than anything coloured the blue's tone as he landed easily, looking at the bronze in confusion. Wasn't Cyanth leading the wing? Though it wasn't good that Cyanth wasn't there, not at all.
MineMine we have drills. Drills, drills, are good. Drills are great, it is drills that kleep us in the air when thread falls. Yes it is. And our wings and out flame and-- "Alright, I'm coming." Laughing as W'liam checked the straps on Rinth's neck carefully before mounting up, it wouldn't do to have something go wrong in the drill, especially since that could cause an accident and get someone else hurt. Rushing to grab his jacket and helmet - though not putting them on - W'liam was still chuckling as he mounted Rinth.
We are here Salenth, how are-- Words were cut off as the bronze tripped as he landed, tumbling forward a few steps before flaring his wings and trying to settle and look innocent. He hadn't just tripped, of course. Nothing like that. How are you? This was said rather cheerfully, as Rinth was quite used to tripping over things that weren't there on the ground. "Greetings, S'rei." W'liam smiled as he dismounted, looking around for P'nor and Cyanth without much success.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 29, 2008 20:10:41 GMT -5
Salenth's tail twitched with excess energy as the first of the dragonriders began to arrive. The wingsecond managed a small smile for the Candidatemaster, although his brow rose in silent inquiry as she chose to leave off her title. It would have made more sense if she wasn't wearing knots, but she was. He mentally shrugged. "Hi - Kemma." Nodding at her little proclamation, his gaze shifted toward the others beginning to arrive. S'rei was not, and had never been, a particularly formal man. He was even less so when he wasn't directly in charge of something. The reason itself was fairly simple: S'rei didn't want to overstep his authority. Well, that and it just wasn't really like the bronzerider to rely on such things. He was a personal man.
Salenth rumbled his greeting to Sitieth. We're not sure, but he should be along. Eventually. Brilliant answer, there, but he really had nothing definitive to give the blue. The bronze stretched his neck a bit, liking the feel of it, before he attempted to roust Cyanth once again. The wing is gathering, Cyanth. They are wondering where you are, and I have nothing to tell them. It's okay if you can't come. We can take the training for a day, but - Could you please just give me some information that I can pass on to the rest of the wing? This is bound to make them nervous.
That was when Rinth began to address him, Salenth trying to hold back the snort at the young bronze's stumble and not quite succeeding. Rinth. Good to see you. Oh, we're fine over here. You okay? A trace of amusement still tinged his voice. S'rei, too, had that laughing expression his eyes got when he found something humorous. "W'liam," he replied, with a courteous nod. That was when Lura decided to speak up and, despite himself, the bronzerider flinched as her words first struck home. That was the only reaction he gave her, however, a stony look stealing over his features. "Wingrider," he returned coolly, deliberately not putting emphasis on her title. "You're not the only one who has ever lost a weyrmate in the war. If this is going to be an issue for you, we'll just have to Ground Anemith."
Most everyone here had been here when they were attacked by Benden dragonriders in the midst of Threadfall. Had S'rei made a strategic error that resulted in all those deaths? Possibly, but this is what happened when a weyr played the defensive; all you could do was react. He blamed himself, but that didn't mean he was going to allow Lura to undermine his authority when his authority was all that they had at the moment. No, enough had now gathered to begin the debriefing. Unfortunately, he had no materials to go off of, because of course Cyanth and P'nor had them. It was just stupid luck that the wingsecond had drawn up a good portion of the formation earlier.
"P'nor and Cyanth are - delayed. But we'll just get started without them," he began, pitching his voice to carry. The man squatted in the dirt, using a stick to scratch a V in the earth. "We're going to be using a standard V formation. If you need to look at something to visualize it, please move in close enough to see. Cyanth will be taking the point. Our seasoned riders will take the ends. That's you and Mellith, Kemma," he added, nodding to the Candidatemaster. "In front of me, leading up to Cyanth, will be Lura and Anemith, and F'rek and Karanth. In front of Kemma, Rinth and W'liam, and Zadari and Sitieth. Ravenith will rotate in for Anemith, Scerenith for Sitieth, and Xelaith for Mellith. Any questions about that?"
Pushing the hair from his eyes as he looked around at the riders, when S'rei was satisfied, he continued. "Since Cyanth isn't here yet, we'll break off into arms of the V and try to get accustomed to one another. Kemma, you'll be all right taking your arm? I want simple formation flying. Coordinated between jumps. Turns. Just to get a feel for things."
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Post by Administrator on Jul 31, 2008 19:06:57 GMT -5
Lura merely smirked at S'rei's words. She had touched a nerve of some sort, judging by the flinch. Many had died in his wing. It must be a sore spot, and rightly so. Still, it made her feel good by jabbing at it. Even the threat was meaningless to her. Mine, if you are grounded because of him, I will not be happy,[/color] Anemith commented warningly. But Lura ignored her, and instead shrugged at S'rei. "Then this practice sounds like a good idea. I think all of us could use some practice to make sure other weyrmates don't get killed in the air-- no sense in having silly mistakes, right, wingsecond?" she asked with a delicate, cruel smile. Oh, how she loved to drive that nail in deeper. If only he was a crier. Then she would be over the moon! But no-- she had to settle with bringing up topics that would play his guilt. Not that she minded, of course-- stupid man needed to be brought down a few notches.
Looking boredly down at the formations, she quickly added it to her memory. She was in back of Karanth... and right in front of Salenth. Great. Just great. In back of the person who led the wing her weyrmate was in when he died. That was just wonderful. She shot the man a quick glare. She half-expected to get flamed to death. Well, she knew he was better trained than that, but since I'ir died... Shards, she hated the man. Sandwiched between him and some fardling idiot sounded like suicide. She clenched her fists, clearly annoyed, but she held her tongue. Grounding would be embarrassing. Pity a man like S'rei had to have charge over this. If only P'nor was here! She could control him. He was the king of idiots.
Nodding curtly at the man, she turned and pulled her goggles over her eyes. She climbed onto Anemith wordlessly. Both rider and dragon were grouchy now-- they hated their wing, hated the wingsecond, hated the Wingleader, and hated everything in general. She cracked her knuckles, hating the feeling of needing to skip over her missing finger. It was still odd.
It is. It is probably as if I chopped off one of my own claws,[/color] Anemith pointed out. Lura sighed.
Humans use their fingers more. It wouldn't be as significant for you, came the cold reply. Anemith grunted, unperturbed. Hers was just in that mood again. Lifting into the air, Anemith made her way behind Karanth. Lura resisted the urge to look behind her at S'rei. She didn't want to see him tailing her all the time.
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Post by Ruby on Jul 31, 2008 22:51:16 GMT -5
As S'rei began calling the training to order, Kemma raised her eyebrows at Mellith just slightly. Interesting wing we've got, eh love? she asked, visuallizing both S'rei and Lura. You'd better stay out of their business, Mel, or this could get nasty. Not that it isn't already. Ah well, they were all adults, and whatever problems Lura had with S'rei, Kemma didn't care as long as neither took it out in the air. She hoped no one would be that foolish. Of course, Kemma had been around during that tragic Threadfall, but had been a reserve fighter and was not in the air at the time. Having heard the story, though, she thought S'rei had done about the best he could with the situation, and held no grudges.
Mellith, meanwhile, had been taking a survey of the dragons and riders present, most of which she recognized but none of which she'd flown with before. Had Kemma not warned her against it, the green would have started chatting immediately, but instead she limited herself only to her rider. I trust the dragons... the riders we will have to wait and see, she commented. Kemma suppressed a snort, kneeling to get a better look at the diagram S'rei had drawn up.
With a bit of shock, she realized she'd be flying one of the tail ends of the V. She blinked a couple of times, listening to S'rei's explaination, trying to recover. Mellith prodded her mind encouragingly, and Kemma finally smiled. She'd never been granted that honor before- always a mid-wing flyer, passed over for a bronze or brown with a loud rider. Trying not to look like a newly impressed Weyrling, she stood up, starting to shrug into her jacket. "Yes, I think Mellith and I can handle it. Mel's quick," she responded to S'rei's query. And they could, she as sure of it. Maybe they'd be a little off at first- it would be strange not to have someone behind her- but that was what training was for, right?
Tucking a stray curl up into her helmet, she pulled her goggles down and vaulted to Mellith's back, settling in completely before putting on her gloves. Mellith headed down the line, turning a delicate little circle behind Rinth, the slightly clumsy Bronze. At least that was something Kemma and Mel had done before- because Mellith was so tiny and fast, they were often tacitly paired with a large dragon, so they could cover eachother's weaknesses. When they were in position, Kemma stuck a fist up in the air to let S'rei know she was ready. Mellith grumbled that she could have told him just as easily, but Kemma dropped her arm to smack the Green's side in a friendly way, telling her to keep quiet.
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Post by missa on Aug 8, 2008 22:46:18 GMT -5
Sitath nodded after this assurance, not prodding any further as he turned his head to nudge Zadari forward, urging her to listen. Lest they actually miss something important. Not that he really thought His would do something wrong, but it was good to check. Especially with a new Wingleader. Apparently, tehy were placed infront of Rinth, the young bronze, that didn't bother Sitath as much as it bothered Zadari.
He'll squash you if he trips! The blue rider complained, merely looking over at Lura as the green rider seemed to be in a rather bad mood. Much as Zadari was fairly toelrant, she didn't want her dragon hurt by a clumsy bronze that wasn't sure which foot was which. Not that she said anything aloud, merely glanced at Rinth uncertainly before nodding at Sitath. If he tripped, I'd move. I'm not that slow Mine. Amusement was the main emotion in Sitath's voice, even as he nodded slightly to the younger bronze as he bounced forward.
Ugh, you'd better, cause he'll squash me too Came the irritated reply as she mounted, glancing around at the others as though waiting for someone else to make a complaint. They all seemed pretty pleased though..
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Oh I'm fine. I trip all the time! Quick to reassure the bronze he was completely fine, Rinth nodded his head eagerly a few times as well. Getting it across as best he knew how. After all, it wouldn't do to have people worrying. Turning his head slightly as the green rider complained, Rinth delibrately looked away again. He'd nearly lost His, that was scary enough, he didn't want to wonder what his wingmate was going through.
W'liam merely frowned at Lura, not saying anything as he kept one hand on Rinth's leg. Lura lost a weyrmate, that was sad, but they'd also lost half a weyrling class, people W'liam had been close to even if he hadn't loved them. Shards, he'd nearly lost Rinth. Mounting Rinth as soon as he could, W'liam kept his eyes on his riding straps as Rinth bounced to his postition, turning his head to look at Salenth. As if asking if he was doing it right.
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