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| Tending the eggs [Open]; Isheth cares for eggs that aren't her own. | |
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| Tariala | 13 Feb 2010 - 20:25 Post #16 |
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A half-dozen different replies flitted through Lethero's head and he discarded them all. What could he say that wasn't too cynical or defensive? Part of him wanted to snap that his father was his own business, not hers to pry into. But though he was sure a flare of the sentiment showed on his face for a brief moment, he checked it hard and looked back out at the broody Isheth instead. Losing it over a father he hadn't talked to in two Turns wasn't the way to persuade the Weyrwoman he was mature enough to stand for this clutch. When he looked back at Yeldi, Lethero was able to give her a calm expression and easy smile. "Actually, ma'am, Th'dek *was* responsible for that particular opinion." And for the first time it occurred to Lethero to wonder how the argument with Th'ran felt like from his grandfather's perspective. The old greenrider had never said much personal about the son he'd left back at Fort. "I prefer to think of it as realism- helpful advice from an experienced elder. Cynical would be that life's not fair, it's never going to be, and we're all doomed. Not at all suitable for such an exciting event as eggs on Ista's sands, if you don't mind *another* opinion." |
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| DeusExMachina | 15 Feb 2010 - 16:25 Post #17 |
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With Tyathe's silence to one side, merely the lift of a brow to acknowledge that the Weyrwoman wasn't ignorant to the girl's sudden lack of comment, Yeldi turned back to attend Lethero's words with deepening humor brightening her eyes. She made an effort to hide the amusement, yes, but the boy was quick-witted and intuitive and would likely notice the trick at the corner of her mouth, no matter how she tried to smother it. Still. "Twelve going on thirty, are we?" she asked lightly, his argument too sound to debunk though she was clearly surprised to have it framed by someone who hadn't even hit his teens yet. She couldn't know how he was feeling about his father or grandfather, of course, but she could certainly respect the young man for being so well-spoken; there were young men and women half his age over again who couldn't express themselves so well, and most of them wouldn't even try - not to the Weyrwoman. Head canted, she added, "Though I suppose thirty would be a little too old for you to be on the Sands. If you're willing, of course, I'm sure Isheth would be glad to have a young man with so much... vim... stand for the eggs." There was a question buried in there somewhere, yes, but Yeldi wasn't such a woman as to frame things bluntly. Given the flicker of her eyes toward Tyathe, brief but present, there was every possibility that the young woman was next in line. Then again, she could be fickle. |
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| Tariala | 19 Feb 2010 - 17:50 Post #18 |
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Lethero did notice the humor that Yeldi was trying to repress, but took stock of his options -not entirely with conscious thought- and decided it was probably a better thing than not to have the Weyrwoman amused. It beat a kick in the pants, as the saying went. Her words made the boy look at her uncertainly for a few moments, unsure if that was as good as an official invitation or not. Good enough, he finally decided. So long as she didn't tell him to get the shard off of her sands, he'd have likely taken it as such anyway. "I would be entirely willing, Weyrwoman. I'll do my best to live up to... Isheth's... expectations." He gave the goldrider a respectful nod of his head and half-turned back to watch the eggs, willing to withdraw from the conversation if she wanted to talk to Tyathe. Already visions of his dragon danced in his mind, a beast he could be proud of and show off to his father, Everen, and everybody. A partner and friend for life. |
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| DeusExMachina | 19 Feb 2010 - 21:00 Post #19 |
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Yeldi's, "Good," was quick, succinct, and satisfied. She might have left the matter alone there completely, but something... "I'll be sure to write your father and thank him for letting you stand," she added as if in casual afterthought. Mild but firm, it was absolutely going to happen, and likely with a certain careful condescension to it - that, while she was sure that Fort was sorry to lose him, Ista was happy to have a young man such as Lethero, a young man whose intellect and certainty helped him fit in quite well with the rest of the Istans. With this note already framed in her mind, she let the young man - the young candidate, now - off the hook conversationally, left him to drift into his daydreams of dragonets. A glance found its way to Tyathe again, perhaps inviting her to work her way back into the conversation and receive a similar inivitation? |
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| Khryssie | 20 Feb 2010 - 17:01 Post #20 |
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Tyathe found herself completely absorbed in the eggs. While her eyes focused on them intently, one of her fingers found its way into a tightly-curled ringlet and toyed with it absently. It made her look a bit air-headed, which was apt, considering Tyathe's senses were absent. Her thoughts raced with possibilities and fantasies as she looked at the eggs. Would anyone she knew Impress? Her eyes took on a dreamy, faraway look after only a few moments of concentration. Clearly the girl was not cut out for mental multi-tasking. She had withdrawn from the conversation between Yeldi, Lethoro, and herself- and unfortunately, Tyathe did not notice Yeldi's first attempt to drag her back in. Thankfully, she managed to snap out of her reverie in time to notice Yeldi's glance her way. She cleared her throat to absolve any lingering absent-mindedness. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said simply. "I must have dozed off looking at the eggs," Tyathe explained, a pretty blush flushing her cheeks a delicate pink. "Did you say something, weyrwoman?" She very politely and contritely requested that Yeldi repeat herself. |
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| DeusExMachina | 21 Feb 2010 - 16:25 Post #21 |
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The series of blinks that Yeldi perpetuated in response to Tyathe's question probably said a lot more than any words the Weyrwoman could have summoned. Did you say something? Those weren't exactly words that a person in Yeldi's position heard often; generally speaking, people hung from her every word like she was 31 flavors of important. That this young woman had apparently not been listening to the extent that she didn't realize Yeldi wasn't even speaking... It took several seconds before the goldrider thought of anything to say at all, then a few seconds longer to think of something appropriate. Finally, it was a cool smile that she summoned in response. "No, I didn't." If a window of opportunity had just closed for Tyathe - well, Yeldi certainly wasn't going to bend over backward to open it again. Instead, she turned her attention to Isheth, watching the queen fuss over her adopted eggs as if there was nothing in the world more fascinating. |
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| Khryssie | 21 Feb 2010 - 18:33 Post #22 |
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Tyathe frowned in concern. Was she beginning to have hearing problems? She could have sworn that the Weyrwoman had said something to her! Tyathe's frown deepened, with disappointment for herself. She should have been paying attention to Yeldi- especially since the woman had been kind enough to invite the weyrfolk to come view the eggs. Tyathe glanced at the clutch briefly, then mentally berated herself for letting her attention wander again. "I'm sorry, Weyrwoman," she began to apologize. "I'm almost positive I heard you say something to me, but I was being a dimglow- I was watching the eggs, but I should have been paying attention to the conversation, really," she went on, holding out her hands with the palms up in a neutral, placating manner. "I'm sorry if I missed something you said, even moreso if it was important. It won't happen again," Tyathe said in a somewhat rushed manner, eager and anxious to make amends. "That wasn't very polite of me," Tyathe finished off quietly, turning away from Yeldi slightly in shame. |
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| DeusExMachina | 1 Mar 2010 - 07:51 Post #23 |
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With a shameless, utterly unconcerned smile, Yeldi responded, "It wasn't, you're right." Not that the Weyrwoman was being especially polite in turn, but - well, she surely thought she could get away with it, where this young woman... "The fact remains," she continued with a slim smile, "that I didn't say anything to you. I was merely sizing you up." She probably could have phrased that a little less succinctly, a little less nerve-wracking, but... again... Yeldi didn't seem inclined to make things easy on the young woman. Perhaps it had something to do with testing her temerity? After all, a goldrider would have to stomach her fair share of irritations if she planned on making it as a weyrwoman, not to mention a Weyrwoman. "We have a queen egg, you see, and we will need women who think they're cut out for being a goldrider to stand for the dragonet." |
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| Khryssie | 2 Mar 2010 - 13:29 Post #24 |
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As far as anyone looking on could tell, Tyathe was handling herself remarkably well. She sat tall and proud, her shoulders relaxed but back straight. Her hands were still in her lap, forced to keep from fiddling with the material of her skirt or reaching up to twirl a ringlet of dark hair. Her thoughts calmly rolled through her mind, displaying themselves with ample enough time for Tyathe to select them and piece them together. "For my disrespect, I do apologize, Weyrwoman," Tyathe made her point clear again, her eyes meeting Yeldi's gaze but only briefly, so as not to bring on any more shame to herself. "It was not intentional, but that doesn't make it acceptable," she continued, unable to keep a friendly, apologetic smile from crossing her face. If there was a fence to be mended, why not at least try? Tyathe smoothed her skirts calmly, picking off imaginary lint- her hand paused mid-pick, fingers pinched together, her mouth slightly open. Stand? For the queen egg? Tyathe considered her response carefully. There was a right and a wrong way to handle this situation. Yeldi had not yet blatantly asked her to stand, so assuming that she had been asked could prove disastrous. "That must involve quite an amount of careful consideration," Tyathe remarked in a pleasant, conversational tone. "A weyrwoman has to have many good qualities- patience, diplomacy, well-honed social skills.. Is it difficult finding a suitable group of prospective girls, Weyrwoman? I'd imagine it must be somewhat lengthy, trying finding a woman with all the qualities necessary to make a good leader." |
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| DeusExMachina | 2 Mar 2010 - 21:31 Post #25 |
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Yeldi held her response in check for some time, her lips pursed faintly as if she was searching for the right response. Eventually, with deliberate words, she answered, "To be honest, I don't know if it's difficult or not. Isheth's first Clutch produced no queen." It was a blade-edge remark, trying to skirt the issue that this queen did not belong to Isheth but still making sure to stake Ista's claim to the egg. "Which is to say, I've never before had to look for a young woman that might make a good queenrider." Again, she turned her eyes to Tyathe, as if there might be some physical sign of her suitability for a gold dragon. Short of a shiny gold star, it seemed unlikely, but she contemplated her at length once more, nevertheless. "More than anything, I imagine it takes a young woman willing to put herself to the fore, willing and able to take command of a situation, and to trust her own instincts." Yeldi started to collect herself then, almost visibly preparing for a coming departure, her attention staying on Tyathe even as she withdrew from the conversation. "I wonder if we have any such young women here. I don't care much for the idea that every candidate for the queen will come from outside the Weyr, but what will be will be, I suppose." Here, she sighed, as if tragically, and finally dredged up a small, threadbare smile for the young woman. |
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| Khryssie | 3 Mar 2010 - 07:38 Post #26 |
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As to the current issue of the eggs not belonging to Isheth, Tyathe left it alone. The fact of the patter was that the eggs were here, under Isheth's watch and care. That made them as good as hers. With a lingering glance to the queen and the clutch, Tyathe's mouth curved into a small smile. Yes, they were as much Isheth's as if they were from her womb. Tearing her attention away from the eggs and back to Yeldi, Tyathe offered a patient and understanding smile. "But surely just because there isn't a queen egg- in her first clutch, I mean- doesn't mean you and the searchriders didn't keep your eyes open for suitable girls, right? I mean, its always good to have prospects to consider in the future," Tyathe quickly supplied her assumption in a smooth tone, even and confident. She was well aware of the fact that Weyrbred women were preferred for queen candidates. Having grown up in the Weyr, they had an advantage over the Hold and Craftbred girls. They knew the Weyr, how it worked, and how its people think. Tyathe nodded with a tight-lipped, small smile in response to Yeldi's explanation of a queen candidate having to be strong and confident, especially with herself. "I'm sure there are some suitable young women here," she assured Yeldi with a warm and friendly smile. "Have you asked any Weyrbred girls to stand, yet? For that matter, have you asked any girls to stand at all?" Tyathe furrowed her brows, trying to dredge up any inside information on girls that may have been brought in- but as the clutch was so fresh to the sands, she couldn't seem to recall if anyone had been brought in yet. |
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