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Winter Is Coming; [Weyr Event]
Topic Started: Feb 11 2018, 06:44 AM (688 Views)
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Aniese greeted each rider who entered with a subdued murmur; Rezeirth acknowledged each dragon in similar fashion but did not begin any further conversation. For once, the Weyr's predicaments weighed too heavily on her to be distracted from.

Many of the riders present already sat on Weyr Council, but she still was pleased to see them in attendance today. Bryn, Wyn, Caylan, R'ok, T'yov, C'nar, Victra, and Sh'ol all already knew of the situation, having been briefed when Weyr Council had. K'thar and the other blue- and green-riders in attendance who did not sit on council, however, did not. There were some grey- and brown-riders among the riders clustered around the table that Aniese knew as well to have no knowledge of the situation, so she decided to start with a brief summary.

"As many of you know now, our tithes are very low again. Our stores are being affected, and we will soon be at the lowest levels since Tanili retired. Records indicate that they will be at the lowest levels since two Passes hence.

"It is not because the Holds have withheld their tithes, as before. The Holds are sending all that they can. It appears that there has been a large crop failure this year, and yields are simply poorer than expected. If we demand more tithes from the Holds, we will be dooming Holders to death by starvation. There simply isn't enough food to go around. If anything, the Holds need help right now. There is not enough food and there are refugees from Fort who have been displaced to just about every one of the major Holds." Did she want to mention the sickness that was beginning to spread? Perhaps not at this stage. Just keep it to the basics. "Even without us demanding an increase in tithes, people may very well starve.

"We will, very soon, need to begin rations here in Vaioa if we want to stretch our stores as far as we can." She paused, appreciating the gravity of that. Only when the Holds had been withholding Tithes during 1257. Other than that time in her life, Aniese had never been on rations. She did not like to think of the entire Weyr being on rations, nor entire Holds. But there were very little options left at this point.

"We need more food. We need some ideas."

Aniese looked around at those who had spoken upon arrival, who had mentioned having ideas.

"If you have anything to contribute, the floor is yours."
Edited by Contrition, Feb 17 2018, 07:52 AM.

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Amber Wingsecond Aniese of Gold Rezeirth :: Marble Wingrider Vyra of Grey Theteth :: Granite Wingrider Karen of Blue Ienirth :: Weyrling Master Mai of Green Laeitath :: Candidate Master Kari of Green Seliath :: Sandstone Wingrider Natalia of Green Priyeth :: Sardonyx Weyrling A'den of Black Ezvanth :: Amber Weyrling Cayliss of Garnet Avraith :: Candidate Mirana :: Candidate Piper :: Journeywoman Healer Ylanna :: Weyrfolk Becca

Hurricane Wingrider Seneca of Blue Roryth

Sandstone Wingrider Dacielle of Copper Vylendrieth :: Granite Wingrider L'del of Grey Xakoeth :: Searchrider & Marble Wingrider M’ril of Blue Notalith :: Shale Wingrider K’dyn of Green Scherezath :: Baby Azora

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As everyone gathered, K'thar scanned the room. Worry and even anger in some cases, touched the faces of all and he sighed. After the heavy injuries that had been the norm, the last thing they needed was this famine. He listened to Aniese's words, nodding in agreement at the fact they wouldn't increase tithes, if there was nothing to give there was nothing to give, after all. He rubbed his hand across his jaw, eyes narrowed at the mention of rations, and looked about as people were invited to give their ideas.

Nervously he looked about, no one seemed to be gathering themselves to stand and so he took the opportunity, before his nerves slapped him down.

"Thank you weyrwoman, if it's not too forward of me, I'd like to start."

He cleared his throat, wishing fervently he'd brought some klah in a flash to take the dryness out of his throat, then began.

"As you all may know, I'm a dragonhealer. Many of the injuries seen in Thread are not as serious as they could be. Bad enough" and he held up his hands hastily to forestall any outcry, "but not disabling. Many of them stop riders and by default, their dragons, from going Between but don't hinder day to day life." He looked about to be sure people were listening, then carried on. "My point is, there are people sitting about with little to do. I know we're not farmers but we do have plenty of people who have little else to but wait to heal, and perhaps a few decent holders might be willing to come with us and..."

Shells he was getting all mixed up. He took a deep breath.

"My proposal is that we take some of the longer out of action, but still able to help, riders down South. We are bound to have seeds that would work there, and with The Cove being populated, maybe they'd help." He grimaced, trying to avoid making eye contact, it could be any one of them in this room after all. "Sadly, without trying to seem too blunt, until we get wing strengths up Pern-wide, there be more to follow, we'd be able to rotate people as needed. Obviously it would have to be those with dragon able to make the flight with their riders, or if the dragons could Between then a larger dragon could take passengers. I know it sounds extreme, but shells, people are starting to take longer to heal. If we have to ration that badly, people will start to take longer and longer and what will we do for Thread then."

A hint of the deeply felt desperation broke through then and he swiped angrily at eyes that suddenly brimmed with tears.

"I'll even volunteer to go South to help, should it be required. I wouldn't want to go, I'd hate to leave patients behind, but if it would be viable, I would do so."

Uncertainly, unsure of what to say next, he suddenly felt his legs begin to shake and he decided that perhaps he'd better finish and sit.

"Thank you all for listening, I hope something of it will be of help."

He sat then, abruptly and rather heavily, as another wave of exhaustion swept him, at which both 'lizards crooned gently to soothe and calm, Flip stroking his head across his bonded's face.

He'd be laughed out, he was sure.
Edited by Red, Feb 19 2018, 11:57 AM.
Candidates:
Marlach
Weyrlings:
Miyaro, Grey Feliceth, Blue Fitch and Green Fliss : P'tir, Bronze Jaerth and Obsidian Spook
Dragonriders:
M'thos, Blue Sidaminth and Blue Cullie : Tr'fen, Blue Tunith and Green Chitter : F'tir and Blue Kirtoth : Kirtesh and Blue Istioth : K'thar, Green Yravith, Brown Flip and Pyrite Glint : M'ran, Brown Wrath and Green Mimic : G'rev, Green Beeklath and Blue Sky
Wherhandlers:
Riza, Blue Risk and Brown Reese
Wher Candidates:
Maren and Green Whisp
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C'nar had glanced up through the gaps between his fingers at each entrance made after his, but kept redirecting his attention back to his hides. Only shifting when Aniese started to speak. Dragging his hand down over his rough face before settling it over his mouth and chin, elbow still anchoring him to the table. He'd been over the information so many times now, but it was good to hear it worded by someone other than himself. He was looking for anything that could work as inspiration or help clarify any of the issues he was facing.

The twist in his stomach started as the floor opened. The daunting idea that despite his practice and revision, he'd somehow muck this up as he so often did. Trying to grasp a concept of how to even start let alone where, when K'thar rose and addressed the room.

C'nar, relieved for the time being, leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. Watched his wingrider carefully, listening to and mulling over his words but not about to interject. He did frown slightly as a gut reaction to the idea of K'thar transferring south, but he'd not let his own reluctance to lose a good rider cloud his opinion of the idea. Opting to raise his voice in support as the other man sat down once more, looking shaken. Faranth knew he could relate.

"While it wouldn't resolve things immediately, it would be good to at least start a plan beyond just supplementing ourselves as best we can and hope tithes resume. It may not be the same reasoning as before but tithes are becoming a reoccurring issue. Who knows how long this cold will last."

"I do agree, just because someone can't fly fall doesn't mean there can't be tasks found specialized to their situations, though I'd leave that to be determined by healers and of course the injured parties who would want to participate." Nodding to K'thar's judgment in the matter.
"We all know at least one person who'd push themselves beyond their means if allowed to do so. Last thing we need is having people make things worse and prolonging their healing even more. I will admit a lot of us tend to go a bit stir crazy when grounded, may as well put that energy to good use if we can."

He stood then, leaving his hides behind on the table as he looked around the room.
"I guess I should start off with an apology. Most of what I've got to offer comes with additional problems since everything is so connected in one way or another. I don't want what I'm bringing to the table to cause more of an issue elsewhere without being well weighed. Also for the fact that this may be a little all over the place subject or thought wise."

He wetted his lips and gave a small huffed sigh, looking down at his hides again for a moment before figuring he'd start with what was already going on.

"Many of you know by now that Granite has been taking volunteers to seek out and supplies that aren't easily accessible to holders. We started this initiative with the permission of Caylan." He said gesturing towards the weyrleader and dipping his head to her as he mentioned her name. "And we have had some success. That being said I'd be hard-pressed to make it more than voluntary for a couple of reasons."

"Firstly, we don't want to overexert people when we're stretched thin enough as it is, and secondly we don't want to run the risk of depleting resources, for us or for holders."

It had been a concern he had tried to make clear enough to anyone within and outside his wing that had offered their free time, not wanting to make it seem like the weyr was trying to take from the already struggling holds beyond tithes. There was also not wanting to risk conflict between riders and holders or holdless for that matter. That was another point he wanted to offer.

"The holdless are also becoming a problem. I heard it from more than one trader during the gather,
and riders have spotted them too. To tie in with K'thar's idea, besides injured riders, would we be able to reach out to them and maybe relocate the willing to southern? It would result in less trouble for travelers and supplement workers if we were to start farming.
"

"Besides that, my wingsecond Visani was crucial in brainstorming that while we could have trouble with the limitations of food sources on land, the sea could offer us quite a bit. Not just helping crafters, but also working nets from dragonback and combing beaches that aren't easily accessible for holders. Fish, Bellclaws and the like aren't all we can get, but seaweeds could at least be a filler green that hasn't seemed to be as affected as crops. Even working the coast of the southern continent is an option."

He had to voice a concern on that front. Most of his knowledge of South coming from what he'd heard from other riders, and sometimes that was beyond second-hand information.

"My main worry is the unfamiliar terrain and dangers it holds. I know I for one have little personal experience and I doubt I'm the only one. Perhaps pairing up Vaioans with Cove's riders to try and prevent any issues that would arise with that could help with that at least."

"Course with all this activity on riders who've been stretched so thin already...I worry we risk more injuries and I can't in good conscience risk the rider of my wing. Being said, I do have a suggestion for helping with that Threadfall fatigue coupled with whatever solution we come up with. Again, another thing that comes with complications, but I'll leave that for later."

He gave curt nod and seated himself again. Ready for any questions or concerns others may have to add to his words. Concern gripping him that he'd spoken too much, or even said something to prove himself more of the dimglow anyone that had known him would expect. Shells, his words were more than likely easily readable as rehearsed.
He set his jaw, trying to refocus on what was actually happening than dwelling on what his words could be construed as. There would be plenty of time to dwell on it later.
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Sh'ol's knee was given a (surprisingly, for her especially) gentle nudge in greeting when he took his place beside her, and Wyn felt a rather strange flicker of pride at his presence, perhaps even gratitude. She couldn't boast to know her now Wingthird intimately, but they had survived weyrlinghood at Fort together on a pair of 'mutants', and there was something in that.

No matter how what she did know of him had been bewildered at his acceptance of a ranking position.

And yet, though she'd never admit it, she was glad that he'd chosen to come to the meeting. Because she was far more jumpy, for lack of a better turn of phrase (and despite Caylan's gruff encouragement), about what she had to offer...and as it was something of a long shot from the start, she didn't fancy facing the possibility of ridicule on her own, never mind acknowledging the very real possibility of failure. A defensive way of looking at it, but she'd dealt with too much of the former in the last several Turns of her life to as blithely take it in her step as others might have.

The chance to mull over how she'd put her theory to the council was given to her by, of all people, Yravith's rider, and Wyn had to suppress a little smile despite herself-- apparently the day was going to be full of surprises from unexpected sources. And though she listened with half an ear (the rest of her on what was to come for herself, how to put it, and when), what she did listen to was...well, she was impressed. A tad envious too, that she hadn't come up with such a thing herself, especially considering stir-crazy, injured riders in Coal Wing was a constant, pressing issue on her mind.

And yet, it was rather excellent, at the base level K'thar presented it as anyway.

Ness, let Yravith know that I'm all the way behind K'thar's idea. Just so he doesn't flee the room for the time being.

The Graphite was silent a moment before responding. Done. I was extra sure to let her know to tell him that giving such a vote of confidence is like pulling teeth for you.

Wyn snorted at the remark, pondering tartly over certain individuals and their sudden smart aleck-ery (was that even a word? It was now.) since becoming important. And then realised, to her horror, that she'd erred like a weyrling in her own nervousness and the sound had actually come out aloud...and right on the tails of C'nar's diatribe, at that. The aloof Graphite rider had the grace to blush, the colour clashing spectacularly with her hair, and she eyed her old Wingleader apologetically.

"That wasn't at you, C'nar, truly. I agree with what you've said, actually-- I've been trying to find tasks for Coal Wing's injured riders, without letting them put their healing time back. I am concerned about one thing, though--" And Wyn's lips thinned in a wry smile, "--and that is how the idea would be put to the other Weyrs. I don't need to remind anyone here that the Weyrs do like their autonomy--" an irony in itself, she thought tartly, considering reliance of tithes was half the cause of past and present problems-- "--which, even if the seas were bountiful long term, might be a problem regardless of whether we tell them of not. If we attempt to communicate with them, there'd be the need to work out...a roster, I suppose, so everyone has their chance to fish without the risk of a clash somewhere down the line. On the other hand...not communicating with them on the issue would likely have us accused of greed."

Even if everywhere bar Ista Weyr has been less than supportive of Vaioa in the past. That uncharitable thought was kept to herself, though-- no need for it, and even Wyn knew that at her most spiteful; if only because aside remarks such as that didn't lend a woman (or man) the most professional air.

"That does...bring me to what I wanted to bring up, though."

Ah, and now came what was fraught with pitfalls and perhaps even fear for her, even as Wyn herself did nothing less than attempt to display confidence outwardly. She chose not to stand, though-- mostly because her hands at least were already clenching into her knees under the table.

"I've been doing a lot of research in the Archives recently," And Aniese was given a wry little smile, a silent acknowledgement of the ridiculousness that had been Wyn's belief that she would not be welcome there in the months previous to the last one (again, past experience elsewhere being a cruel mistress) before meeting the gold rider in person, "And I've noticed a pattern in regards to natural disasters such as...what happened at Fort. Almost every time something has occurred during a Pass, it's changed the way Fall fell...sometimes for a very short time, sometimes for a longer period."

"It's been a Turn now since the eruption,"
Wyn paused briefly, fighting to tone down a swallow that still came at the mixed thoughts she had of Fort Weyr, "But we're still sustaining far too many injuries. So...I'd like to request permission to take myself, and whoever is formerly of Fort preferably and is willing, to the North. There might be something that can be found that's changed, no matter how small it could be, the climate enough on top of the colder temperature that might require us to reconsider how we fly Fort's territory. The opportunity to study the place for a period of time and then compare it to the old records -- and experience from Fort's riders -- could yield something that might, if nothing else, lessen any future losses Vaioa sustains in the Wings."

There, it was out. And already, she was questioning not only the long shot that a sceptic like herself had already questioned, with the weight of potential failure resting a heavy hand on her shoulder. But what else is there to lose, really? she questioned...even as her hands now shook, even clenched, under the table.
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Atlen rubbed at the bridge of her nose before resting her chin on the heel of her palm, elbow planted firmly on the table before her. Another council meeting, an open one this time thankfully, still a number of the weyr council who’d attended before. Until this point there had been no decision, no action, no plan beyond what C’nar had arranged for with volunteers. A good call on his part, certainly a smart man to be sure but it would take more than a few scavenged kills and gathered roots to see them through the winter. She’d felt they’d already done this song and dance before, back when she’d been a candidate, holders refusing to tithe, Vaioa unable to justify taking the resources they’d needed until after the first falls had ravaged their ranks. And once more with the spoiled tithe fiasco.

So she’d waited while the others trickled in, looking rightly passively bored of the meeting compared to the excited energy that buzzed about the room with the newcomers but at least having the decency to sit a little straighter once the meeting formally began.

K’thar spoke first, a healer, certainly would have first hand experience in the injuries that were being sustained but when he mentioned the South she immediately tuned in. Taking riders otherwise unable to fly thread but still able to work would be an interesting option, potentially a good start if nothing else. It was when C’nar built upon that with suggesting moving some of the growing holdless population to land with far more potential than the North was offering she felt as though she might have some ideas brewing.

When Wyn piped up with her request, the slightest narrow of Atlen’s eyes was the only reaction to the idea of taking additional riders from other wings when they were stretched thin as it was. ”It could be something to look into. Anything to reduce injuries could be a benefit.” Which was true, but this was neither the time or place, they were there to discuss food shortages, not extracurricular activities. But she kept her expression passive, her face blank as she squared the young Graphiterider in her sights, choosing her next words carefully as she spoke.

"Though, each Weyr has been flying Fort territory for over a Turn now. And beyond that, despite any irregular conditions Thread falls where it does and your Wingleader makes adjustments to the wing's positioning as necessary to counter issues that arise."

”Ultimately, I think it would be worth pursuing, see if there’s anything that might have been missed.” Her gaze drifted to Caylan, the decision ultimately would be up to her as Weyrleader if additional volunteers were to be sought. ”Of course it goes truly without saying that your duties as Wingsecond would still be primary to any research.”

Atlen closed off matter of factly, paused and then finally stood, turning her attention back on C’nar and the main issue at hand. ”The South is a good option, there’s fertile land for growing, additional crops to be had, plenty of game for hunting if you look hard enough, plentiful fishing, building materials for housing. But it is also dangerous.” She paused, glancing about the room, not immediately recognizing any familiar faces from her own time in the South.

”I personally spent several turns scouting and mapping some of the interior, mainly following the paths of various rivers and using those to navigate. I’m sure Cove has done additional work and may be able to pinpoint a few ideal locations for people to settle.” She paused briefly, taking a breath to reorient herself, before continuing, her voice going slightly grave. ”But the South is risky. Felines, wild whers and whatever that monstrosity is that’s attacked Cove twice now. We don’t know all of the dangers and any Holdless who we might move will need guidance and protection. If we can’t spare riders, then perhaps we might approach the Wher Troop for assistance at least until any new residents get established.” She allowed silence to settle before inclining her head, having said her piece she sat back down, careful not to jostle the chair back as she did so.
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The South had been on his mind since he first caught wind on what was happening to Vaioa. He was not one of the lucky ones or unlucky ones depending on how you asset the situation to venture down South. Though Grejoth has voiced his opinion frequently about wanted to go South when it first came to their attention; anything to get away from the ever growing population of firelizards was what he had said. R’ok was indeed glad not the only one considering the potential that the South has to offer them and leaned in slightly as K’thar began to speak.

The idea had promise and it seemed he was not the only one believing it. Those too injuried to fight thread could still help their home. Could still be of some use with the growing harm the colder weather was providing. He knew from personal experience how mad one could go laying in a cot all day and night with nothing but time to be left with ones own thoughts to past the day. He was indeed glad he had not been severely injuried as of late.

We can both thank Faranth for that. Grejoth chimed softly to His.

Other then in inclination of his head, R’ok did not voice his agreement with K’thar just yet as he had to wait his turn to speak amongst the council and did not wish to speak over anyone else. Blue hues glanced over at C’nar was the bronzerider began to speak. The idea had intrigued him and he would be fine himself volunteering his spare time to help in the matters of C’nar would have him. It would give Grejoth more of a chance to leave the Weyr and get away from the flitters for longer periods of time.

R’ok could feel his bronze practically bubble with satisfaction of the idea. Just the brush of happiness helped ease his tense shoulders and relax his stiff posture. The man has been around for quite sometime and came across numerous events that left little to anything to effect him personally. In the end he would thrive through it all because what other options did he have? To protect his Weyr and his dragon was his purpose in life.

R’ok sat patiently waiting for his turn to speak as everyone within the council meeting had valid points. He had no problem with waiting his turn and listening carefully on what ideas others had as seeing he, himself would soon spill his ideas to everyone and wish they would listen intently and mull of what he had to suggest, so when Wyn has spoken he quirked a brow at her giving the Graphiterider his full attention.

She had made valid points. Whether they told or did not tell the other weyrs could be a double edged sword. In times like these one only thought of themselves and those they cared about, the outside world would be left in the back burner. Only when they were taken care of and managed did others extend a helping hand. The sea could possibly cause trouble, but it was something he believed a civil conclusion would be the outcome. Her latter remarks had him confused however he never dabbled in the Archives. He spent his free time doing drills. He wasn’t educated enough to come to an conclusion on what she had to offer. Though he had never witness or heard of anyone that was familiar with what had happened at Fort. He thought he was caught off guard when the disaster had struck. He had been mistaken and wished to study the same scrolls Wyn had. The knowledge could help future riders and even helped the ones living and breathing now.

Once Atlen began to speak, R’ok found himself sitting a little straighter, his posture more professional in manner. His callouse hands fell gently on top of the table no longer covering g his mouth. It was not that he respected the Goldrider more then the others, but she was bonded to a Queen, that birthed new dragonets to the future generations of protectors. It was an ability that through his link with his bronze that R’ok respected greatly. Once she finished he took a deep breathe. It was his turn to speak and each and everyone of them had made valid points.

”I do agree with the lot of you.” He began as he rose to his feet. ”The South though dangerous as it may, maybe our saving grace in the matters. I have not had the pleasure to venture South myself so I do not know the dangers it holds other then what I was informed of, but I do believe it is our best bet. Up North we can do what we can to hunt, fish and forage as C’nar has suggested and I do offer mine and Grejoth’s services in the matter.” He touched his chest and swiped his hand towards Grejoth who nodded his wedge shaped head in agreement. ”We would do what we can to help.”

He glanced around the room mulling over his train of thought and mentally skimming through his scrolls he studied in his way to the meeting. ”K’thar makes a valid point as using those unable to fight due to their injuries to help farm and build down South. The holdless could as well as C’nar suggested. They may not be the only ones able to assist down South. What about the whers?” he lifted a questioning brow as he glanced around the table. ”Those ugly beast no offense in the matter, should be good for something else. They are sturdy and if they are able to help mine why not be able to help farm? Also could they not help find edible food? They proved well in the infirmary with the Healers and I believe they could possibly help scavenge and forage down South.”

His eyes settled on Atlen as she had spoken about her experience of the South. ”The risk are indeed great, but not even trying could prove far more dangerous. The wher troops could be more of use to us. The monstrosity, as you call it; is still out there, but if we use riders familiar with the South and the Wher Troop we could protect ourselves better. We can even try and tame some of the wild whers as well. I have no doubt in my mind that some of the weyrfolk would do what they can to help the Weyr, even if it meant bonding with one of them. The potential in the south are indeed endless.” he glanced at Wyn. ”Though your idea has potential and lots of promise I am unsure of what we could find at Fort and if many riders from Fort would return to a home that is left in ruins, but I would be intrigued to read the scrolls you have. The possibility of learning of past events could help us tell future riders how to better cope with what had occurred.” once he had finished speaking R’ok took his sit.
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From K'thar's speech on, Aniese was flabbergasted. The idea took hold quickly, and Aniese was glad for it, as it seemed to gain momentum and developed into a number of different possibilities. But why hadn't she thought of it before? Why hadn't anyone on Council?

Never mind, interrupted Rezeirth. This is why you held an open meeting.

True. Aniese sought Caylan's gaze, trying to communicate silently with the Weyrleader. The South, though. It seemed so obvious, now that it had been brought up. Aniese was almost embarrassed that she hadn't thought of it before.

Part of her wanted to jump into planning, to plunge ahead. But they had to be measured about this. They had to address everyone's concerns, make sure that everything was as well thought out as it could be, and identify and plan for whatever major setbacks they could. And then there was the matter Wyn had brought up. There might be more to the Fort disaster than just poor crops and bad tithes, and focusing only on the farming might very well come to haunt them if they did not consider other aspects of the problem, too.

Aniese took a measured breath to steady herself against the excitement (mingled with dismay that she had not thought of this before, that nobody had) that had taken control of the room. "Okay, well, there's a lot of fantastic ideas to think about, so I thank you all for your contributions. Caylan, we will need to look into the South and figure out how to best proceed. I know that they've recently successfully rebuilt their dock, and if I'm not mistaken, they have been farming for over a Turn now. Perhaps there is something to go on-- success that we can build off of. Perhaps we could establish more farms." She nodded to K'thar. "Using injured patients is a good idea, although we will have to be mindful of reducing the Weyr population too much, and of not impacting anyone's heal time." When she had been recovering from her threadscore, she had been forbidden from engaging in much physical activity, at least at first. Anyone in her situation would have been of little use on a farm.

She then nodded to C'nar. "Foraging is a good idea, but it only gets us so far. I'm afraid that for the kind of substantive change we need, farming in the South might be our only option. Perhaps you can report on what you and your wing have found, and we can continue to use it to supplement our stores nonetheless. Fishing is also a good idea, but..." There was the problem of territoriality, and if they began fishing, then surely the other weyrs would want to fish, too. Not to mention, Big Bay (and the other coastal Holds) might take an affront to what they perceived as an encroachment upon their rightful craft. "We will have to think about how to pursue it without ruffling feathers. Fishing in the South might hold more promise. Either way, it's a good idea. We will have to work on it."

And as for what Wyn and C'nar had to say about Threadfall... well, there was no denying that they were stretched thin as it was, covering Fort's territory right now. And would likely continue to get worse. The other Weyrs as well. "Atlen is right, Wyn. If you want to conduct an exploratory expedition, secondarily to your Windsecond responsibilities, I don't see why that would be a problem. I know you've been in the Records a lot recently." In fact, Aniese remembered when Wyn had plucked up the courage to initially come to the records, and how the pleasure had been almost instantly evident on the Graphiterider. "If you can submit a plan and summarize your research before you go, though. I understand that there might be further problems from Fort than we anticipated, but I don't want any of our riders being taken intentionally into danger. Not when we're so injury-heavy right now."

Which brought her back to the South. There was something about the place that made Aniese's stomach turn, although she'd never really been able to put her finger on it.

Probably has something to do with the giant beast, suggested Rezeirth cognizantly.

Indeed.

She did feel squeamish about sending people down there... especially Holders, who had been shown to stand no chance against the monster, whatever it was. Not to mention the other hazards Atlen had mentioned. Felines had made mincemeat of Cove once before. They had records of dangerous places in the South, in the jungle, where toxic plants lived and tried to strangle humans who ventured out.

And yet... there was evidence that they could grow crops, with great success. It seemed like their best option at the moment, hazards be damned.

"It seems like the South might be our best chance right now. According to riders who were there during the last attack, the beast was driven back by flame, and flame alone." She looked at R'ok. "Whers can't flame... and are particularly susceptible to it, too. But perhaps they would be able to provide some protection to the holders and farmers."

She looked around at the table, wondering if the sense of excitement that had replaced the despair from before was rolling off of those present, or was in her mind only. "We'll continue to take comments if anyone has anything else at this point, but I suspect that we will close soon. If anyone has any further ideas for the South, we will be formulating a plan in the next few sevendays, so all thoughts are welcome." Of course, the ultimate decision would rest with Caylan, but if the woman was anything like Vaioa's previous weyrleaders, she would take suggestions into account and their final effort would be a patchwork of ideas and suggestions. Still, for the first time in a long while, Aniese felt a sense of relief, if reluctantly. The South was dangerous, and it was not a perfect solution. But it just might work.

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'Tesseth, This is Vaioa. what would they possibly do to me to worry you?' N'myl asked his dragon as he made his way to the conference room. This was a question he had asked Tesseth before, but the intervals between them had lengthened considerably since they transferred here. The wingleader did understand his worry, though. He always did; It wasn't hard when you've had a beast that lingered in your thoughts every moment.

They....they could look at you funny! then they might hate you and-!

'Oh no. my dignity.' N'myl interrupted fondly, taking a seat next to his wingsecond and 'third. He nodded respectfully to Wyn and Sh'ol. He was more or less proud of them for getting involved, and maybe they held bright ideas that might just get them more food, among other things.

'and they won't hate me, unless of course I berate everyone in the council room.'

You never know..but..just, I don't know. I don't like this situation.

'Well, it's our jobs to find a solution that can at least mildly solve the problem. None of us like it either, Tess. but we've got this, okay? Go hang by Favonith or ask for Philiath if she's not busy.' He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when he felt the blue's excitement bubble up, and he knew that he had gone off somewhere. N'myl pushed his dragon's feelings to the back of his mind, and thought about the situation at hand. Rations were shrinking for everyone-- injured riders, children, and others who couldn't really do much about the situation and needed the food most.

He worried for his daughter, and his son. He disregarded the fact that Tesren was not actually his son. He might as well be, even if N'myl and Cyaryn weren't quite in the same spot as they had been at fort turns ago. N'myl had gone to see them whenever he could, and Nelryn often questioned him about whether she was being punished for something because she wasn't getting as much food.

No, he had told her, if he had any say on the matter he would not let them limit her food like this. He wanted to help her, Tesren, and the other children. N'myl felt so....helpless. And what of Avyn and the Weyrlings? would their growth be threatened?

He worried, too, for his wing. with Fort gone, Coal and the other wings had to take more shifts. It was a stressful thing to plan drills around, and it had been exhausting. It wasn't exactly a thing they could fix by rearranging riders to fill out spaces in different wings, either. If he could take more riders into Coal, he would do it in a heartbeat. but the weyr was stretched too far. Fort had held a considerable amount of dragons, and that was....hard to make up for. Even with the weyrlings that would graduate soonish, it would still be difficult. Especially considering the rations and the looming sickness. Would he and Tesseth be next?

As much as he dreaded going to this meeting, he was simultaneously relieved. He was also happy to have his wingsecond and 'third by his side, too. He had known the two of them since they were weyrlings, and here they were leading a wing together. Tesseth had been slightly miffed about Hellioth, but even when he spoke about her he was still fond and proud. What a dork.

Then a bluerider spoke up- K'thar-about threadfall injuries. It was...a hard pill for N'myl to swallow. He wanted to speak up that moving injured people south to work might be a bad idea, and prolong their injuries or even worsen them, but the dragonhealer had a point, and C'nar and Aniese later voiced N'myl's exact worries anyway. Using Southern to get more food was a very viable idea.

Wyn spoke next, and N'myl diverted his attention to the wingsecond. Perhaps it would be useful to keep an eye on the other problems that the....Fort situation...could bring with it, but right now they needed to focus on the initial problem of not starving to death. Coal was a small wing, and although he would make no move to take Coal anywhere near Fort, he would let individual riders do so. He needed Coal healthy, and faranth knows what else could happen nearby Fort Weyr.

I do not want to touch it or its remnants...Nespeth might, and Nespeth's might, but i think they are being too rash...who knows what could happen...? what if they get hurt?

'Wyn can field suggestions by me if she so wishes. and I know you do not want to touch Fort, but we might have to.'

N'myl nodded to Wyn after Aniese spoke to her, "Your duties to the Weyr and to our wing comes first, but you are welcome to submit to me, or to the council some other time, further suggestions. but...Coal is small enough, and I worry about stretching it too far."

He felt...strange about the south. He'd been there for visits, but the only othe time he touched the place was to help fight that giant monster, and being there to save another bluerider's life. It didn't paint a pretty picture in his head, and Tesseth sometimes had night terrors about that blue plummeting to his death. but..it was lush in wildlife both flora and fauna, so that had to hold some sort of answer.

"We'd likely want to avoid clearing too much of the jungles in the south for farmland; It would give us food, sure, but it would only make the surrounding ecosystem worse and might affect the health of the trees and other wildlife. and since the beast was perturbed by flame, perhaps it might be of use to us to use braziers near the settlements? Fear is a powerful emotion, and it might be tempted to avoid attacking us again if we keep some contained fires lit."

Or it could backfire terribly and end up burning down the whole town.

'Or, Tesseth, it could keep this queen-sized beast at bay, maybe for some time, anyway. and braziers cost less than reconstructing a pillaged hold. Animals do not like fire, even small amounts of it, and when the south seems like our only solution, it is imperative that we make sure no one gets crushed.'
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The Gold Rider spoke, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her proposed venture, but then-- your duties as Wingsecond. Mortification immediately eclipsed gratitude-- what did the woman think she was, a stripling weyrling? Never mind the pot calling the kettle black as far as professionalism went, making such a remark with an group of their contemporaries to publicly witness it, but then Nespeth was immediately in her mind, a hard and sudden clamour where there was usually sweetness and quiet.

Are we doing something wrong? Have we neglected something? Has someone complained? I thought we *were* doing the right thing by the Wing. What have we done? Nespeth was not frantic yet, but Wyn knew her dragon's tendency to leap from zero to a hundred in worry at the slightest implication of slovenly behaviour, and her human partner could feel the Graphite's talons kneading the ground underneath her perch even as Wyn's own knuckles were white against her knees. Oceuth's rider was given a cold glance, before Wyn turned her attention to the task of settling her life mate.

'You've done nothing wrong from the day we got here, dearest darling. Nothing. Discussions with lots of people involved is always a messy business. But I won't pay any more heed if you don't.'

Now that she'd thrown her idea out there, though, there wasn't much left for her to do except...listen? Frankly, it was a waste of time to do otherwise considering what was being put forth were ideas she found perfectly sound; she'd only be putting echoes in the chamber if she actually spoke up further on the food shortage matter and that was, at best, headache-inducing.

But then, an unexpected ally, and R'ok was given a look that was probably the most distinct display of emotion the Graphite Rider had felt safe with so far. Well, not safe, but he'd certainly startled her into it; the surprise in her eyes at the bronze rider's support, the thinning of her lips into a grim, tight smile because yes, she was painfully aware of the issues returning to Fort might cause. Likely her own fault, that, that people believed she had no tie, no reason to grieve whatsoever when she'd taken herself away from the nastiness of the place back in Nespeth's youth, but whether it was her fault or not gave none who did not know her well any right, rhyme or reason to comment. She would have preferred, in reality, if she had in fact had no feelings towards Fort Weyr in the first place. It would have made the roiling, sickening mixture of feeling she'd endured alone since the event far easier to endure...because it would never have been there in the first place.

I told Grejoth that you would welcome his rider's company in that smelly reading room of yours. Was that the wrong thing to do, in retrospect? Nespeth had calmed a great deal, though her soft tones still touched on anxiety, and Wyn was struck by the rather mad urge to can the lot of them in the room and leave to be with her wonderful, troubled dragon.

'No, he's welcome to hunt me down later if that's what he wants to do. Can't be any odder than Indamarth's Sar'jer. Nobody owns the Archives anyway, silly love.'

And then-- oh for Faranth's sake, did I black out and shaff in everyone's klah here at some point? As if she was a dim glow who'd drop her duties at the first opportunity, and it was only Nmyl's quiet intervention (whether he realised it was just that or not for her at the present) that kept Wyn from snarling at each and every single one of them to keep their noses in their own Wings, never mind the blatant hypocrisy that now reeked in the room proper with telling her to focus on the food shortage instead. One was more than enough, though she wouldn't begrudge Rezeirth's rider the need to reinforce an order, unnecessary though it was. But more than that? Now it was just a case of liking one's own voice, or something of that ilk. And coming from some who should have known better, to boot-- Wyn's lip curled in disgust at the irony presented to her, a hard glance filing their faces away in memory before her attention went, once more, to Nespeth, the Graphite dragon now rumbling her discontent softly in her throat.
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While this meeting had gone well initially, it was degrading in quality quite rapidly. At, approximately, the speed at which a dragon betweened.

Can you leave now? Is leaving an option??

'I suppose I could, but I would appear like a child, and I have better things to do with my time than behave like a fool.' N'myl settled his head on his hands, tuning out the council happening by listening to Tesseth's worried chatter.

Well, I just don't think it's going to go anywhere after what has already been said... Tesseth mused, shifting his weight to his right side, and laying his head down on his front paws.

'There is plenty of time for people to field suggestions,'

Did anyone prepare for this meeting?

'Faranth, Tess. If Wyn pulled that idea out of her tailfork in 5 seconds i think i'd have concerns. People do come prepared to these meetings. If they care about them, anyway. Besides, big plans are usually fielded to the rider's wingleader so they can back it and actually make it happen. Wingseconds and below are not the final decision maker in important wing matters.'

This chain of thought made N'myl mildly concerned.

'Did Wyn ask me about...any of these?' He suddenly sat alert, but relaxed backwards. He didn't want to look like he was about to die of a conniption.

No. Nespeth has not informed me of this, either....probably why everyone is telling Wyn to focus on her duties.

The wingleader rubbed the bridge of his nose. He thought back over what Wyn had said initially.

"That wasn't at you, C'nar, truly. I agree with what you've said, actually-- I've been trying to find tasks for Coal Wing's injured riders, without letting them put their healing time back. I am concerned about one thing, though--"

That....those kinds of duties were not up to her. She was acting less like a wingsecond and more like a Wingleader, and with no input from him. And she had just suggested a fardling expedition and asked for permission to take herself. He looked sidelong at Wyn, and caught her look of disgust.

I think it might be wise to calm down, just a bit.

'She has overstepped her station.' He replied sharply, but eventually did give in and breathed deeply. He would definitely have to pull Wyn aside, later. but this was rather disrespectful. She had certainly struck him as an ambitious woman, but to go so far as to tell Coal's injured wingriders what to do with their time? that was never up to her. That was up to him, and discussion with the healers. Never Wyn, not without his consent.

He turned back to Wyn.

"I beg your pardon, Wyn," He said, barely keeping his tone polite, "but while I understand your frustration, you've...encroached upon your duties as wingsecond. Telling coal's injured riders what jobs to do is....not your duty. You can certainly discuss it with me but....you...haven't." He raised an eyebrow at her, and then diverted his gaze to the other council members, for a moment. He lingered on Sh'ol. Would he have done the same thing, if he was N'myl's wingsecond. It was hard to tell.

"You haven't shared any of your plans or your...extra duties that are, by all rights, mine, with me. I understand ambition, but overstepping your boundaries is...uncalled for. You must understand where your duties lie. You support me in the council. You do not tell coal wingriders what jobs to do unless I say so, and you certainly do not ask to lead an expedition without my say-so. I need you to stay in Vaioa Weyr. Coal wing is small enough as is."
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