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Wing Assignments; calling all bronze/copperriders
Topic Started: Jul 12 2011, 04:58 PM (632 Views)
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Rhyssone tried not to look as she was steeling herself, but the stiffness of her seat in the chair was sure to give her away if anybody was looking for it. Since her return from Igen, she had been thinking over a few things, and it was now time to unveil her descisions.

Was she nervous? Absolutely. She was a Weyrwoman, and the topic of today's council meeting could rightfully be called out of her jurisdiction. But the Wingleaders were occupied with their training and drills, leaving the coordination of all the wings to a higher power, according to old habits. At least bringing it up would make them talk about it, and her charts could be analyzed by experience wingfliers.

Izabel was too young and her training was not complete enough to carry messages, so the call for all bronzeriders and copperriders had gone through the usual - if less private - medium of dragon speech. Rhyssone checked over the table one last time before reaching out to her dragon.

"Lisenyth, if you would be so kind?"

The queen shifted on her couch in the weyr next door. Bronzes, coppers, the time for the meeting has come. Please bring your riders to the Council Room. Her voice was infused with a note of command, one that no male dragon would willingly defy. You can do this, Rhys, she added, her croon audible down the hallway. I know you can.

((All bronzeriders and copperriders, regardless of other ranks, are asked to attend. If you can't make it, PM me; otherwise any leadership positions your characters hold may be lost for irresponsibility.))
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Tytoth’s head jerked up from his couch as the summons rang in his mind. The white-bronze had ben soaking in the warmth of his stone bed and dozing comfortably but when a queen called, you listened. Right away, my queen, he crooned. The flirtacious tone was not lost on T’ech and the rider slapped a hand to his forehead in exasperation. Could Tytoth get any more obvious? He’d gotten lucky when it came to Tuath’s flight but he wasn’t sure how well things would turn out for him when Lisenyth rose.

What did Lisenyth want?

She is calling a council meeting. We’re needed. The bronze rose and then ducked to allow T’ech to secure his straps. He could feel the dread clawing at his rider’s gut and snorted. You will do fine. You really need to relax. You’re a better rider than you give yourself credit for. We would not be wingseconds if you were not.

That wasn’t exactly reassuring, T’ech thought as he tightened the last strap and vaulted to his customary position on his dragon’s neck. The big bronze shook himself lightly and then padded onto their ledge, blinking to adjust to the bright sunlight. “I don’t know what you saw in me, Ty. I should have been a bluerider at best. What will happen if you win Lisenyth’s flight?” With the way his bronze swelled up at the mere thought of that happening, T’ech knew that he would give his all, no matter what his rider wanted when it came to that flight.

You were the right person for me, Tytoth said as he always did. He dropped from their ledge with open wings and soared the short distance to the council room ledge. As for the flight…we will deal with that if things turn out well. He landed and nodded respectfully towards the Weyrwoman’s ledge and the dragon he knew resided within.

Well for you, you mean.

Oh stop that. You’ll be fine.

Not bloody likely, T’ech thought with a touch of irritation as he hurried inside. Why did it have to be so bloody hot here all the time? Couldn’t the sun just go away for a few days?

We live in a desert now.

Shut up! T’ech took a seat and wiped the grimace from his face with a polite smile at Rhyssone. “Good afternoon, Weyrwoman.” They were the first to arrive, then? How unnerving to be alone in a council room with the Weyrwoman when he had been a weyrling only a few months ago. At Fort, he’d have had a Turn of regular drilling and impressing a wingleader before he was in the position he found himself in now. I’m just a second, he told himself. Not that important. And no one will care that you were here before them. Calm down.
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Sith stirred from his slumber, one eye opening slowly, immediately searching for and fixating upon his Rider. A'yar was grooming himself fastidiously, for once attempting to drag a comb through his thick hair. He'd already attempted a shave and a face washing, and his boots had been shined, trouser legs plucked straight, and a shirt had been found without an obvious stain.

Macha will not like you more just because you are cleaner.

A'yar ignored Sith's first waking comment, humming to himself as he hunted for his nicer riding jacket. He wanted to make a good start today. For the most part the Garnetrider ignored him and went on her own way, but A'yar always did his best to be supportive and helpful. He thought he'd miss her when she left.

Lisenyth calls us, Sith said abruptly, raising his head from his couch. We are to go to a meeting.

As primped as neat as he could be, A'yar grabbed the neck straps from their pegs, trotting over to Sith to begin suiting him up. The Copper sighed quietly when A'yar paused just long enough to scratch an itchy spot on his eyeridge, not minding the halt in their progress. Once Sith was prepared, he shifted himself out onto their weyrledge, casting the usual impatient look onto his Rider. A'yar could just never climb into the straps quickly enough for Sith.

When A'yar settled in, Sith began his descent, catching sight of Tytoth just as the Bronze landed. In a rare moment of goodwill, Sith rumbled in acknowledgement and greeting, dropping lightly onto the ledge. His Rider slid from his neck and ventured into the council room, greeting Rhyssone and T'ech both with a large grin. "Afternoon, Weyrwoman, Bronzerider."


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O'zen could complain about the heat all he wanted, but Lenth loved it. He sprawled out on his ledge, trying to position himself in a way that would expose as much of his body as possible to Rukbat's warm rays. With a great yawn that exposed his sharp teeth, the bronze stretched, shifted, and relaxed once more with a content draconic sigh.

Abruptly, he raised his head and looked out across the Weyrbowl below him. Somewhere within the tunnels in the cliff face was the Dining Hall and his rider. O'zen. Lisenyth told me that there is a meeting you must attend.

You're kidding. Right now? His rider's voice was laced with irritation.

I know you are eating but Lisenyth calls and we must go. The bronze got to his feet and loped awkwardly to the edge of his weyrledge, spreading his wings in preparation. Cheerfully he added, I am happy to go visit with Lisenyth. He dropped from his ledge and let the warm desert air fill his outstretched wings. Gliding down in a lazy spiral, he landed soon after and trumpeted a greeting to the dragons already gathered. Lisenyth was inside her weyr - that was a little disappointing. He'd hoped she would join them. Hurry O'zen.

I'm coming. O'zen emerged from the Lower Caverns into the sweltering heat of the day, half a meatroll stuffed in his mouth. Chewing furiously, he crossed the open space of the bowl in long, purposeful strides. He could see Lenth waiting for him on the ledge of the Council Room entrance. Swallowing the last bit of his hasty meal, he climbed the steps and was greeted enthusiastically by his bronze.

Ah, well, O'zen never liked meetings but Lenth made them bearable. He gave his bronze an affectionate slap on the neck and then made his way inside. By the looks of those who had arrived, this would be a small meeting, wingleaders and wingseconds only, probably. He preferred that over meetings such as the last, when every holder and their mother had attended.

"Good day, Weyrwoman," he said politely, inclining his head respectfully to the woman. The others he acknowledged with a nod. "T'ech. A'yar." The lack of their proper titles was not intentional, not meant to be disrespectful - formality was something O'zen often let slip without realizing it.

"How is Lisenyth doing?" he asked as he took a seat, not wanting the room to slip into an uncomfortable silence.
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C’amryn yawned as he reclined on his copper. The incredibly pale creature was snoozing by the Weyr’s lake, his stomach bouncing up and down as he slept. Even if he would have lain on the beast, he probably wouldn’t have woken Verandrinith up. When Vera slept, he slept soundly. Of course, he could also wake up quite easily. It only took a small amount of pressure of another mind on his to set him off. That little pressure was Lisenyth, her mind caressing his nicely.

Verandrinith was up in an instant, hopping to his gigantic paws with the grace of a feline. Unfortunately, C’amryn had no such grace when given so little time to get ready. He landed hard on the ground, uttering a single curse before pushing himself to his feet. He glared up at his copper dragon, his jaws clicking together before he yelled up, “Hey, Vera, what’s up with you?”

My Lady has called me! Verandrinith purred into his mind. When C’amryn looked up, others were going to the council rooms and he laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think it was just you. But she’s sending all of us this message, what’s it for?”

Verandrinith hefted his massive shoulders in a gesture that closely resembled a human shrug. C’amryn shook his head and mounted Vera. He needed no straps to get to the council room and Vera needed no further explanation. Within moments, they were at the room and C’amryn was bouncing off his dragon. He pushed his hand through his hair before stepping forward. Other riders were already here. He slid smoothly into a chair while nodding to the Weyrwoman. She was young, younger than him. That was kind of strange.

“Good day, Rhyssone.” He said, nodding toward her, “T’ech, O’zen, A’yar.” He continued, his voice respectful. Outside on the ledge, Verandrinith purred, Good day, My Lady. while bowing his head to Lisenyth, only barely visible through the opening of the weyr.
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Lisenyth calls, Lerouth said immediately. Al'dai jumped at the bronze's unexpected words, not prepared for the dragon's warning and almost spilling klah on himself.

Not to mention you should get some real food, he added drily.

Is it the Council meeting? Al'dai asked distractedly.

Yes, it is now. The bronze poked his head into Al'dai's weyr.

The somewhat regular meetings were always held at a time when Rhyssone thought it was convenient. And when it was convenient for her, the others would always find time.

Alright, but I can't possibly get food now. There's not time. I'll get food after the meeting. Al'dai set his mug down and entered Lerouth's big weyr.

The bronze hummed happily as Al'dai strapped him up and then climbed up his shoulder. Rider and dragon connected mentally, just for a moment, before Lerouth spread his wings and took flight.

Al'dai was prepared for it, sensing the minute mental movements through his connection with Lerouth, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the warm breeze across his skin. He had left his helmet, and the wind ruffled his hair slightly.

Lerouth growled silently and Al'dai opened his eyes when he felt his bronze's mental discomfort. Two bronzes and two coppers had already landed and were visible in the morning sunlight, glinting and romancing the golden queen. Lerouth felt a healthy share of possessiveness flare up and Al'dai swatted him.

You behave. She hadn't even Risen yet. You have no claim on her.

Besides, Sith had caught Tuath, and would be a proud clutchfather soon; Tuath was already beginning to show the signs of eggbearing. Depending on when Lisenyth rose, he might not chase at all; often, the clutchfathers showed devotion to their mates... although not in all cases. And Tytoth was young; even if he seemed to be familiar with Lisenyth already, he was inexperienced.

Besides, Lerouth was no rutting male who would simply loll around and wait for the gold to enter heat. Lisenyth was not an object of sexuality; she was a clever dragon with a clever rider, who, Al'dai was uncomfortably reminded, was older than him. And he, and Lerouth, would not wait panting for the chance to snag favor with Lisenyth... As their leader, she was owed respect.

This logic dimly penetrated Lerouth's mind, and grudgingly he tamed the instinctual lust that called for a show of dominance. Lenth perhaps not, but Tytoth and the coppers would certainly defer to him...

That's enough. You are not some wher without dignity. Al'dai looked at the assembled males as Lerouth backwinged neatly, and then he slid down the dragon's shoulder and forced the bronze to look a him. Lerouth was unwilling, but finally submitted to his rider's firm glare.

You will not try to outshow any of the males. You will not even subconsciously broadcast a hint of discord or jealousy. Lisenyth is not yours, and we need to work together now. Thread will be here.

At the mention of his enemy, Lerouth's eyes whirled red for a moment before he settled on the ledge. I understand.

Al'dai left him and entered the Council room with a barely repressed sigh. He'd learned down to deal with Lerouth's outright horniness, but it was occasionally wearing. Privately he wanted to get through Tuath's clutching before even considering Lisenyth's flight.

He gave a nod to all those assembled before taking his seat, looking expectantly at Rhyssone.

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It was gratifying to Lisenyth how quickly the males responded to her call. Rarely did she ever exert her rights as a queen, and with the mood that had been settling on her in the last sevenday or so... She thrummed as they landed, one by one, spread across the Council ledge and her own.

Welcome, my males. Thank you for responding so promptly, she purred. Deliberately, she shifted her position; choosing to lay out on the stone floor. Here she would be visible to all, but only as a darker shape in the shadowy interior. Unless they came inside and let their eyes adjust, she would be all but invisible... and none of them would be that presumptuous. She continued the play, giving each of the bronzes and coppers an individual mental touch that they could interpret as the would.

"Lis, don't be a tease," Rhyssone sighed, without any real hope of being obeyed. She checked each of the present riders against her master list. Hopefully the abrupt scheduling of this meeting would make them think it was more important; some of the riders had a habit of just... missing any meeting she called. Almost all of them had showed up by now; only a few were missing.

Well, she'd give them a few more minutes. Then to business. She nodded to each of the riders present, glad for now that most of them had shown.
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Taiori and Osirinth lighted a short distance away from the weyr entrance to the Council Room. It was very unlike the pair to be late, but the copper had been under the weather since Tuath's flight. His face still bore dark green pock marks, the garnet's violent calling-card. Osirinth hadn't even realized he had made a mistake before he was punished for it with Tuath's whole maw. His pride was still bruised, and he had been very loathe to socialize. The copper saw his rider safely up the stairs which lead to the room in which the most influential people in the Weyr bumped shoulders, then found a sunny spot nearby so he could curl up.

Good day, my queen. I hope you are well.

With that, Osirinth curled up with his wing over his head.

Some feet away, Taiori took the stairs to the Council Room two at a time. She hated being late more than anything else, but Osirinth had been pouting something awful. He didn't care to show his face to the rest of dragonkind, but Lisenyth's call had been too strong. It took some time, but there they were, as dutiful as ever. The young woman nodded quickly to the Weyrwoman before taking her usual seat. Taiori was younger than the other riders of ranking males, besides that she wasn't a male herself. Although she stuck out like a sore thumb in the group, she never seemed to be aware of this.

Taiori crossed her hands on the table to wait in her silence. She never had anything to say without serious prompting, usually regardless of who was around or what was going on.
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Well indeed, Osirinth. I hope the same for you and Yours, Lisenyth responded. Her flirtatious streak quieted for a moment as she noted the copper's subdued mood, and she reached out privately and gently as her nurturing instinct bade her. Sulking does not suit you. There will be other Flights.

Inside, Rhyssone finally tired of waiting. All had been given due notice, and plenty of time to arrive. The stragglers could try to sneak in unnoticed. Mentally, she noted to review positions of authority and adjust them accordingly. For now, she took a deep breath and stood.

"Riders," she said firmly, almost gruffly to get their attention. Her riders. The people depending on her to do the right things in their behalf. Should she thank them for coming, or would that be undermining her own authority to call such a meeting? Best to stick to business.

"I'm sure you've noticed that this isn't our regularly scheduled meeting. In fact, I wanted to make sure you all came, in case there was something urgent." Rhys gave the assembled riders a hard look, daring them to leave now. A few shifted uncomfortably, but it would be a brave man (or woman) who dared defy their Weyrwoman when her dragon was growling in the next room.

"I know a lot of you don't respect me," she continued after a short pause. If she was hurt by a lack of protests, she didn't show it. "I have yet to gain your trust. I know that after Tanilli, I seem like an unfledged weyrling, but that is something only time can change. It doesn't help that until Lisenyth gets her tailfork into the air-" Another rumble from the gold. "- I'm doing the job of the Weyrleader as well."

She gestured at the charts left over from previous meetings. "I've heard the talk about 'that wherry-headed woman who thinks she rides a bronze.' I'll be the first to admit that planning wing patterns is an eccentric hobby I've picked up. But think on what I'm trying to do here, with these charts."

"Thread is coming. The Records tell us it is. The dragons tell us it is. In half a Turn, the Star Stones will tell us it will come. And not long after that, we'll have solid proof one way or another. Some of the Holders don't think it's coming back; shards, even some of us don't believe it is. But as a stand-in for Vaioa's Weyrleader, it has fallen on me and your Wingleaders to get us all ready." Rhyssone paused for a sip of water, holding up her hand to indicate she wasn't finished yet.

"None of us have seen Thread," she continued. "We only have the Records to tell us how it fell and what it could do; we find even in those Records that no two Falls are the same. Now you see what I'm trying to do with all of these formations I ask you to practice. We need to be prepared for anything; we need to be able to adapt to any situation, to regroup whatever the challenge. Most of these fighting patterns would be useless in an actual Fall, but they get you to work together, to trust and look out for each other. To fill in gaps if needed, or to catch Thread someone else can't get to."

She allowed them a moment to mull that over, her brown eyes flitting from rider to rider. "So far, so good," she commented to Lisenyth. At least they were going to let her finish before they started to argue.

"As I've been giving you these drills, I've watched you practice. I won't say that I know your riders as well as you do, but I have an idea of their strengths and weaknesses. We only have until winter to make sure we're prepared, so any changes have to be made now. And I am proposing a change." The Weyrwoman unrolled a hide, stretching it against a board so all could see. "This is how we've been flying - three wings in a Flight, all those wings with the same makeups and skills, but staggered by height. I want to specialize the wings."

"For the new plan," she flipped the hide over, "Each wing takes roles within the Flight. A wing of mostly bronze, copper, and brown will fly the high altitude; they have the strength and endurance to last a whole Fall in upper-level winds. Below them, more agile wings of the smaller colors. As they have less endurance, these wings will be half as large again as the high level one; riders will switch out as their dragons tire."

Rhyssone gestured at the bottom wing. "Faranth willing, someday we'll have enough golds and garnets to form a full wing. For now, Lisenyth and I will assist with the Infimary during Fall; the males would be too distracted if we also fought. The low altitude will be below all Flights; for now, it will have a similar makeup to the mid wings. As usual, any pregnant, recently pregnant, or convalescing rider cleared for flight will be part of the low-altitude wing until they can handle higher stress flying."

Her monologue finished, Rhyssone sat down again, signaling that the floor was open for discussion. "Any opinions to improve these plans are appreciated; I have no practical experience in a fighting wing," she added, as an afterthought. She hoped nobody thought she was going to assume they would all follow her plan!
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R’an found himself slipping amongst the group of others, having come in rather silently. Well, as silently as he may, seeing as Rakoth always liked to announce himself outright.

Lisenyth, he spoke softly, despite his deep mind voice. Splendid as always to be in your presence, my queen.

Sucking up... R’an thought, trying to say so quietly, with every intent of Rakoth hearing him. The bronze did not respond, and it was no surprise. He was too busy making a showy display of himself; head raised proudly, wings folding into his sides neatly. His pride was near endless, and R’an wished to be made small and unseen every time it reared its head. He did not hold the same kind-of pride as his dragon, and he managed to keep the worst of Rakoth’s will for power at bay. If his dragon ever possessed such a thing, he’d do it the right way, or never receive any recognition at all.

R’an bowed to the Weyrwoman, deciding that his desire to be unnoticed was not worth being seen as dishonourable. His hair fell forward when he bowed, and as he stood he bore a gentle smile. His feature’s were delicate. ”Weyrwoman, I’m most interested to hear what it is you have to say.” With that he backed away, feeling like a Candidate once more, approaching the queen and her rider on the hatching sands. He found a place to seat himself towards the back, wanting the Wingleader’s to be able to sit up front, as was their due. The space was filling up quickly, and when the Weyrwoman spoke he felt his lips twitch into a frown. He knew that she was right, perhaps not at all respected her, but R’an knew that despite her young age she was senior. And Lisentyh had chosen her for a reason, perhaps not one they all understood right at this moment, but she had been chosen, and the weight of the Weyr’s responsibilities were weighing down heavily upon her. It was all on her, though the other rider’s could help in whatever way they could. He was a new rider, but he wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to better serve the Weyr.

Thread was coming; he believed it, though R’av did not. R’av didn’t know much of anything most days, or at least that’s how he felt, not that he’d ever say so to his brother’s face. He listened to her plan, trying to picture it as she spoke. Surely the Wingleader’s would fill in any gaps, or build off of the Weyrwoman’s ideas. He was intently listening until the moment she stopped speaking, his mind whirling over how he could contribute. What she said made perfect sense, the stamina of the higher-altitude wing would be able to last the full fall, and therefore it only made sense to have them assembled together. Rakoth rumbled amusedly, his own agreement not going amiss by his rider.

The Weyrwoman has done well, despite her age, R’an sent to the bronze, knowing how he loved to talk Weyr politics. He wished that he knew Rhyssone better, maybe he'd get the chance.

It seems that way, Lisenyth most certainly has gained my attention, as well as the attention of every other male about. The bronze spoke in a threatening tone, and R’an merely hushed him. There was no need for him to get carried away; the gold had not risen yet. Even when she did rise, R’an would prefer him not to chase, not that it was going to happen. But, yes, he would’ve preferred it.
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