Northern Winds {Reqqy}

[Requiem]

"Yes, the morning's best. It would be a good idea to start now; I plan to have the whole wing running to and from drills, and that should be starting shortly." He smiled mildly. It wasn't something that was done at the northern weyrs - mostly because it wasn't exactly safe to go running around the countryside - but Selenitas had the luxury of being apart from the heat of the war. "Probably after Millieth rises and we have the proper number of weyrleaders again. It's about her time...if you stay, I wish Kierjaarth luck." Mostly because he wasn't particularly keen on playing weyrleader again, and the other options weren't exactly stellar.

Salenth would Chase, though. Mostly because S'rei had no real excuse to leave. There was too much to do to lose a couple of days close to Millieth's Flight, and with such a small pool it really wouldn't be right to take Salenth out of the running. Not that the bronze would allow it. He was beginning to feel her pull, he was, and it was pretty much too late anyway.

"I usually run to the beach in about...a quarter of a candlemark. But the goal for the wing is under half a candlemark. Some of the women are rather small." Which still put a mile somewhere between seven and eight minutes, but that was better than less than five like S'rei usually ran. He had a very long stride, and a good set of lungs that served him well. Nor was he old enough to be slowing down too much, at least as far as longer runs were concerned. Sprints? Yes, he wasn't as fast.

Do you have to give my life history? Everyone knows about the hatchlings. Especially the noisy one, Salenth returned easily, unperturbed. You will likely have some before long, the bronze stated generously, though it probably wasn't true. Unless the gold didn't favor certain dragons, they tended to stick with mates, especially here at Selenitas. Of course, this didn't seem to be true with Millieth...though she had rather poor luck. Her bronzes usually didn't last to the next Flight.

[Lotty]

"Very well then..." it wasn't that well. He couldn't run to the beach in fifteen minutes. He was even a little leery of the half a candlemark goal. Even if he was as cut as the other riders were, he still would be suffering from a distinct lack of practice. He couldn't possibly have the lungs for this, not with how humid this place was, but he would never let S'rei know. He'd rather try and fail than give up here and now. This habit must have been one of the few vestiges of his former self; the enthusiastic kid with all the determination in the world. He was still in there somewhere, and maybe, just maybe Selenitas would bring out the best in him again. Time could only tell.

Millieth rising? That was the queen...the gold that left Benden of course. Oh dear, did he remember the fit that C'leon threw about that one. He even remembered telling the man - from the other side of the room of course - that it wasn't a total loss. Actually, he was something of a conspirator on how to enact revenge, softly suggesting that the man do something other than just rage. Sure, not the biggest role, but a gentle nudge, before returning to his tasks seeing over the capture of some more slaves.

Obviously, Millieth's flight was something he didn't want to win. He didn't want S'rei's wishes of luck. S'rei could be Weyrleader, Mi'rah didn't want to be at the head of a weyr he had plotted against. It was odd enough to come here seeking refuge. The man brimmed with modesty as he shook his head,"Oh no S'rei. The luck is all to you...or if you don't want it...well then anyone but me can and should take it," it wouldn't seem very fair now would it? For him to swoop in asking for help only to turn around and be the leader?

Kierjaarth didn't share exactly the same sentiments. He was all about winning and clutches but the fall out afterwards? The actual work that had to be done? Mi'rah's inevitable distress if he did come into power? Not excited about that at all. Maybe Salenth was full of it, maybe he said those things just to be nice. Some dragons after all, weren't nearly as curt and cold as the many that resided up north. Perhaps...perhaps....

[Requiem]

S'rei laughed at that. "Mmm. Yes. W'yn seems an excellent choice," he commented dryly, the sarcasm almost impossible to detect, but most definitely there. Had he changed since coming to Selenitas? Yes, actually. The dark sarcasm, the smile that was mirthless and unsettling, the blunt dissection of a situation and the arrogance that somehow convinced him he'd had a right to speak up, new to the Weyr as he was... Most of these were no longer in evidence. Banished, though? Hardly. Just better concealed. S'rei was under considerably less stress here, despite the myriad of problems Selenitas stepped into the moment Millieth showed up.

There was no reason to assert himself where most people would listen without his acting hard and brutal.

He offered Mi'rah a genuine smile, then. "It's of little concern either way. We don't choose." Which, in some ways, could be quite unfortunate. S'rei understood how C'leon might find stacking the Flight appealing. Disregarding the late Benden Weyrleader's own drive for power, such a method could be used to ensure solidarity and keep the best man in a position to make the best use of him. But there were too many dangers in that. Power had a strange effect on most people.

"Kierjaarth appears to be finished," S'rei observed quietly. "Why don't we get you settled in?" The wingleader didn't wait for an answer, turning to head back towards Salenth, who crouched in preparation.

The bronze was openly amused by Kierjaarth's reaction to his comment, though he didn't add anything to it. He waited for the familiar, trivial weight of His to settle on his neck, stretching himself languidly. Coming?