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Rearrangement: A Weyr Council; {{Tag: Wingleaders/Seconds/Thirds}}
Topic Started: Sep 24 2013, 05:44 AM (2,167 Views)
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It had been a while since T'ech had been this nervous at a council meeting. He stared out across the large oval slab of stone that made up the table and tapped his fingers anxiously. The others would be arriving soon. O'zen was his friend, despite their differences, but he hadn't talked this particular plan over with him. Only Talora really knew and it was with her support that he sat here today, squirming and waiting for the rest of Vaioa's leadership to arrive.

He was far more concerned about Al'dai and Tyr than anyone else. Tyr didn't have the influence or the following to truly protest his idea, but he might be rather vocal and if he had supporters among the Wingleaders and Wingseconds it could be trouble. He was counting on the support of O'zen and Talora...and possibly R'nault to get things off the ground. Al'dai he wasn't quite sure of. Would he approve? T'ech didn't know. He hadn't talked to the man in a recreational fashion since before Cirseth's last clutch.

I think Krejuth's will help you. You two get along. And you should give Lerouth's a break. I like him.

Tytoth hadn't moved from his ledge yet, but he watched the landing ledge of the council room with great interest. Something inside of him was deeply uncomfortable with what T'ech was proposing, but after a long chat with his rider, he'd come to the conclusion that it was just deeply rooted instinct. He was born to lead. That didn't mean other dragons weren't.

I hope so...and we'll see.

T'ech planned to officially announce the young bronzerider's promotion as well today...though it was probably common knowledge at this point. He was competent, with a level head on his shoulders and, T'ech felt, strong leadership capabilities. Today would be his first real test as leadership. The thump of large bodies on the ledge jolted him out of his thoughts. He heard claws scrape against stone and turned a nervous smile to Talora. It was almost time.

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You're going to be late you know. Harnteth teased coldly as Ebylin made sure her knots were straight for the hundredth time. It wasn't like she hadn't been to a Council meeting before. The whole thing boiled down to nerves about what she planned to bring up at this meeting. She had thought to just seek the Weyrleader out and talk to him one on one, but when the meeting was announced her plan got changed. Perfect opportunity. That way everyone would be there to hear it. Her green snorted at her rider's thoughts and started grumbling through their link. Knowing full well it would irritate Ebylin. The weary rider sighed and shook her head.

"Its my decision Harnteth. I love the weyrlings and I enjoy teaching. But I want to broaden my horizons a bit. Its not like I have many choices as a greenrider for anything big. And before you argue, you know its true." Ebylin spoke as firm and calmly as she could while stepping over to Harnteth who was harnessed and ready to go. Morley was already gone doing...well something. Probably still out eating breakfast. Harnteth huffed and continued to stare off into nothing as if to ignore her rider. The green had gotten very attached to their job and being around so many little ones. So when Ebylin told her months back that she was thinking of quitting to possibly do something more flexible, like boring 'searching', she threw a fit. Then it wasn't brought up for a long time so the green had forgotten about it. Course that wasn't the end of it, Ebylin had just been keeping her plans to herself. Her rider's sudden announcement to her what she wanted to do brought it all back up again and the two argued into the night for days. (Very unfortunate for their weyrmates.) What Ebylin hadn't told her dragon was the comlete truth about why she was quitting her job as Weyrlingmaster.

I just don't understand. Its like we're abandoning them...I'll miss them so much. Harnteth said dramatically with what sounded like a whine in her throat. Ebylin rolled her eyes and started climbing up the green's leg to get herself strapped in.

"Stop being so melodramatic. They'll be fine without us. Its not like you won't still see them around all the time. Besides...this whole thing could fall through. For all I know they won't let me quit and you'll get what you want." She didn't know why she added that part. Probably to give her green a little hope so she'd stop being such a baby about the whole thing. And it seemed to work as Harnteth's grumbling turned into pleased rumbling before she stepped out onto the ledge and spread her wings. Recently oiled and washed she looked stunning in the sunlight, no shiny hided gold or garnet could ever tell her color didn't look magnificent. Like a sparkling green gem as her rider would tell her at times. Ebylin let her show off for anyone watching before nudging her to get going. 'Ok, you can stop stalling now. Lets go.'

Turning her head to look at her rider she stuck her long green tongue out at her while simultaneously stepping forward and off the ledge. If she had still been a rookie rider the move would have had her leaving a stink in her trousers but it was something the dragon had done before. Throwing herself off the ledge without looking just to startle people. Then just to show off she'd let herself plummet until she was close to the ground before finally pulling up to fly away. Risky trick but after turns of training and experience it was child's play to both of them.

They arrived quickly and despite Harnteth's previous teasing, Ebylin knew they wouldn't have been late. Harnteth landed on the Council ledge with practiced grace and once her feet touched down completely she flourished her wings wide open with smug satisfaction.

'You are certainly being a show off all of a sudden.' Ebylin said with a chuckle while unstrapping herself. She smirked hearing Harnteth's huff again while she slid down her leg and straightened her clothes.

I'm just making sure there is no doubt that I'm the best flyer here. No matter what those snooty golds and garnets say.

'I don't think I've ever heard of any golds or garnets saying you weren't a good flyer.' She tried to reassure her dragon with a pat on her leg.

I'm not a 'good' flyer. I'm the best flyer! And so? They are thinking it.

Ebylin groaned and shook her head before looking up at Harnteth with narrowed eyes. 'Why are we even talking about this? Are you just trying to stall me again?'

...No? Came the answer followed by a defeated sigh as Harnteth plopped herself down. Fine. Just go. Go and quit our perfect job.

She just groaned at how dramatic Harnteth was being once again and walked inside. What was she going to do with the green once it was over with? Ebylin knew Harnteth couldn't stay upset forever but for a good while the dragon would make her life miserable with her misery. No time to think about it. She had to get it over with and deal with the consequences later. Besides, for all she knew Harnteth would be happy with the change, if only she could tell her what the real change would be. Once inside the room she looked around with a raised brow. Practically empty except for T'ech and Talora. Alright then.

"T'ech. Talora. Good mornin'. Hope you've both been well." Smiling and bowing her head to the two she moved to just stand against one of the walls. Just a tad too anxious to really sit down yet. Ebylin had to wait till all of the official business was taken care of before she could talk to the Weyrleaders. And she hadn't bothered to go to breakfast with Morley either so she just knew her stomach would start grumbling at any moment. It was going to be the longest meeting ever...
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Talora perched on the edge of her seat and watched the council members beginning to file in. She had a half-dozen other things on her mind, including drills later that morning-- she had just finished marking a new formation and had to run it by Senyrae and Atlen before introducing it to the rest of the wing-- but she was prepared to focus on the announcements once everyone arrived. What T'ech was planning was unique, that was certain. As far as she knew-- and she knew a lot about other Weyrs-- no other Weyr had done anything like it.

As if Vaioa needed another reason to be seen as different, she mused. Vaioa didn't have the worst reputation of all the Weyrs but she knew it was seen by some as an oddball, a loose canon. Some people said that she was making a mistake to take over such a strange place.

But Talora had thought it over, and she was confident with T'ech's idea. It had definite merits. And if it worked as well as they thought it would, then other Weyrs might follow their example.

Odd and far-out they might be, but it took innovators to begin changing the mainstream. And Talora was definitely pleased to be at the helm of such change. True, it wasn't as if she'd arrived and begun changing things immediately. Vaioa hadn't instantly become hers. In fact, it was still moulding to fit her grip, and her grip continuing to adjust to fit more comfortably. But they were getting there, and the fact that T'ech had come to her first was a good sign, in her eyes. She had known he'd be a strong leader this time around, and it was clear so far that she'd been right.

She looked around the room once again, greeting one or two of the others but for the most part remaining silent and withdrawn from the conversation. She was particularly interested in hearing what the current wingleaders would have to say about this idea.
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A'yar wasn't surprised to see that T'ech seemed nervous. The man always seemed to exude some aura of anxiety, which was probably hell on the mind. Talora, as always, seemed smooth and certain as a stone, which told him exactly nothing.

Our position is secure. That was all that really mattered to Sith, and A'yar supposed that perhaps that had been nagging at him a little. What bothered him the most was that he just wasn't sure what this meeting was being called about - Weyr drama was at an all time low, thank goodness, and thread fall hadn't been particularly heinous. So what was this about?

His confusion only deepened when a greenrider strode into the council room and offered greetings to the Weyrleaders. He fidgeted in his seat, glancing toward O'zen as if looking to the man for answers.

He didn't get any. Only more questions rose when Sith alerted him to the fact that a second green touched down on the ledge, her diminutive frame easily sliding between the larger dragons already present. Ebylin at least was a weyrlingmaster and her presence could be explained away by that, but this newcomer A'yar briefly recognized as T'lsin and green Halieth, part of the Queen's wing.

Strange. Sith snorted quietly when the green greeted him with a sweet trill.

T'lsin strode into the room with an air of purpose, one hand working through his wind-tousled hair. "Good morning Talora, T'ech," he greeted, saluting appropriately before making his way to lounge against the wall next to Ebylin. A'yar continued to watch him, memories of the young man as a candidate turns before churning in his brain. He hadn't grown much physically, still as short as ever, but something about the way the greenrider held himself seemed radically different.

So many questions.
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Al'dai had always been fairly social, and especially throughout his candidacy and weyrlinghood, not to mention as a new rider, he'd often been surrounded by others, in the midst of conversation. He enjoyed the company of others... seemed to feed off of the energy of a group and thrive on it. That was why it was so strange to see him alone now, keeping to himself as he had tended to do for more than a few weeks.

A small part of him had wondered if he was just relying too much on others. It wasn't just emotional conflict about being in a relationship with Merilla-- that was a completely different issue. It was the sudden and startling realization that he might not be as at home in a crowd as he had previously thought. Al'dai was not much for introspection-- not only was he as social and gregarious as an extrovert could get, but he found that the world was filled with so many more important and interesting things than moping around being moody. And yet it felt like he had become trapped in a kind of cycle where he was going to be forced to think and re-think and analyze his life until he couldn't even remember what he was supposed to be.

After the hatching had gone off without a hitch and Cirseth had finally revealed the reason for her moodiness, the general Weyr attitude had seen a dramatic upswing. it was easy to be cheerful without a broody queen projecting her mood out into the Weyr. But Al'dai felt like Cirseth had left some of that attitude stewing over him like a raincloud the night the candidates had tried to sneak onto the sands. He remained quiet, withdrawn, in a darker mood than before.

He hadn't bothered to try and defend himself to the citizens of the Weyr, because he knew the gossip mill couldn't be reasoned with. Besides, most of it was just general hunger for gossip, nothing personal. He knew that, which was why he had kept his explanation mostly to himself. Taiori had heard it, and Merilla had heard it. T'ech had heard a sliver of it but Al'dai hadn't bothered explaining most of it. The man was bonded to the clutchfather; he would have had a firsthand account of the events that took place. And somehow they were sneaking onto the sands sounded weak when put in an argument.

He didn't really care, per se. Yes, he had made a mistake, and hugely overreacted, but he was unbothered by it. What he had done had been out of Weyr loyalty. A group of sniveling toerags sneaking onto the sands wasn't just breaking the rules, it was flat-out disrespecting the Weyrling Masters and the Senior Queen. Had he had his share of rulebreaking as a candidate? Not much, but yes, there had been some. None of it, however, had been in direct defiance of the masters.

Mostly, he was just glad Merilla hadn't left him then and there. That stung most of all; he knew what he had done was wrong, but he had done it at least partly for her. Not that she needed anyone to stand up for her... She'd shown countless times that she could take care of herself and handle unruly candidates. Still, she was his lady-- at least for now-- and he found it near impossible to tolerate seeing her treated with such callous disrespect.

But for the most part, it seemed like everything had blown over. He'd even stopped getting strange looks. He hadn't tried to talk to any of the candidates-- now Weyrlings-- and he wasn't sure it had blown over with them, but the rest of the Weyr seemed to have moved on.

He should have been able to move on, too.

But somehow he found that socializing with others the way he used to just wasn't enjoyable anymore. At least, not right now, it wasn't. He missed it, sorely. He missed having others at arm's length to laugh, to run ideas past, to catch up with. As a rider, being keenly aware of one's mortality as part of the job, those human connections were important (to those who craved them, anyway). Yet he felt like a gulf had sprung up between himself and the rest of the Weyr, and only two people had managed to cross it.

As he acknowledged the others in the room with a brief nod, he took a seat near the end of the table, and silently wished Taiori or Merilla were there.

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R'nault ran a comb through his short, dark hair, guiding he damp locks into place. He was too lost in thought to realize that was about the tenth time he'd done it. His first real council meeting and his stomach was already twisted into knots. He'd been Basalt's unofficial leader for a while now. After being wingsecond it seemed a logical progression. Though was not quite sure if it was a permanent position or not. Krejuth naturally assumed it was and would probably be rather upset set if things turned out otherwise. The bronze took his position seriously and was quite proud of it. Maybe a little too proud at times, but R'nault tried to overlook it as long as the Bronze wasn't being too boastful.

"You keep that up and you will end up with a bald spot." R'nault jerked his hand away from his head with a nervous laugh. "You worry too much." Krejuth pointed out, not for the first time. "Well one of us has to." He sucked in a breath releasing it as a whistling sigh. No use procrastinating any longer. Arriving late wouldn't not make a very good impression. Ignoring the nervous flutter in his gut he walked out to his waiting dragon.

Krejuth back-winged, his talons scrapping against the stone ledge as he landed. He nodded politely to those already there before swinging his head around to watch R'nault slide to the ground. "You'll do fine. We would not lead Basalt if they had doubts." The bronze ruffles his lifemate's hair with a warm huff of breath. R'nault smiled up at his dragon, brushing his finger lightly again his muzzle. "Thanks."

R'nault paused in the doorway, making a quick note of who was already present. T'ech and Talora were there of course. The sight of Ebylin and another Greenrider leaning against the wall was a bit unexpected. He couldn't help, but wonder why they were present. A'yar and Al'dai were to be expected as a Wingsecond and Wingleader. Realizing if he stood there much longer it was going to seem a bit odd he continued on into the room.

He salute T'ech and Talora, nodding at the others as he sought a seat. Suddenly aware he had no idea where he was suppose to sit, and fearing taking someone else's seat by mistake, R'nault slid hastily into an empty chair. He glanced awkwardly to the side, noting he was situated a chair away from Al'dai. He managed a wobbly half smile that he wasn't even certain the other man had noticed. He resisted the urge to fidget. Instead he focus on a spot in about the center of the table, every now and then risking a casual look around the room. He couldn't help but feel like a kid who slipped unseen into a meeting of grownups.
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Over the past turn, O'zen's friendship with T'ech had grown strong. There was once a time when O'zen resented him; when the shame of losing leadership was still too fresh, and the lingering bitterness a taste he could not get out of his mouth. Once he got past that--once T'ech proved himself an able leader--O'zen refocused his energy on supporting T'ech in whatever way possible. And he had grown to trust him. Although T'ech had not informed him of the purpose of this meeting--although the man looked distinctly uncomfortable waiting in his seat--O'zen settled in his chair with a sense of confidence.

Nevertheless, the question nagged. What was this meeting about? Combing his fingers back through his hair, O'zen met A'yar's eyes for a brief moment and sensed the confusion behind them. But he had nothing he could tell his Wingsecond.

For all he knew, this could merely be a routine meeting--only, what business did two greenriders have at a meeting, any meeting? O'zen watched them with speculative eyes. He could make sense of Ebylin's presence--she was a Weyrlingmaster, after all--but he didn't recognize the other. Shards, he looked hardly older than a kid.

Intriguing, Lenth remarked from where he perched outside. He greeted the others warmly, including the two greens, but did not try to probe anyone for information. He supposed all questions would be answered soon enough. Keep me informed.

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Mai squinted at her reflection before buffing at the cheap mirror with a corner of her blanket and peering closer. She looked fine, presumably, in a well-fitting tunic and trousers and with her knots pinned straight. She couldn't help but give a wistful sigh as she fluffed her hair once more for good measure. It was barely short enough to pass code, and as a weyrling master, she couldn't afford to break the rules, especially since they were there for a good reason... But she just looked so horrid with shorter hair. Her waves were made to hang long and heavy past her shoulders. When she trimmed them, they did this awkward triangle thing around her chin, and utterly ruined her silhouette.

Not for the first time, she found herself wishing K'lin had stayed after all. They hadn't really had an emotional bond... But we could have, she told herself stubbornly. Maybe.

Well, anything was possible. And maybe she would have been more than just physically compatible with the visiting rider. Alas, he had left, and Mai was not sure how upset she should be.

Probably not too upset, came Laeitath's mellow, amused voice. I don't think it was meant as a personal slight against you.

I know that, Mai replied with a roll of her eyes. But it's odd to wonder that I could have made him stay...

Or you couldn't have done anything, Laeitath gently contradicted. He's an adult who can make his own decisions. It is not your job to fix the men of the Weyrs.

Mai sighed and scrunched her fingers through her hair to bring out the curly texture and hopefully keep any damp frizzies at bay. Such an event was unlikely at this point in the morning, but if a summer storm should blow up in the afternoon, she'd look as bedraggled as a Weyrbrat.

You look fine, Laeitath pressed. Can we go now?

"Fine," Mai called, and exited her chambers reluctantly. Laeitath was a quick strap-up away from being ready herself, and then she departed, gliding down to the low ledge around which a number of dragons were already arrayed.

Hello, handsome, Laeitath crooned to Lenth as Mai dismounted, and as the rider strode in to the meeting room, the Green moved away from the ledge, leaving it free for other arrivals.

Mai took stock of the situation briefly. One of the wingleaders was moping alone at the end of the table, and another sat in what appeared to be a calm, neutral stance. The Weyrleaders were poring over their thoughts while the others arrived; Mai edged out of the way as one of the young Bronzeriders, a wingsecond, entered the room. Ebylin was already present as well; Mai exchanged a friendly greeting with her fellow weyrling master. W'ren and T'ian apparently had yet to arrive. There was a young-looking greenrider who Mai vaguely recognized but didn't think was on council. His presence was certainly unusual.

A'yar, one of the wingseconds, was sitting near the middle of the table. Mai was familiar at least with her fellow council members, by name and face as acquaintances if not as friends. But A'yar was one of the ones she had spoken to. They had spent time together at one of the gathers when her son had recognized his daughter from mutual time spent in the creche. And he was certainly a pleasant fellow.

Mai slid into the seat next to him and flashed him a dazzling smile. "Hey stranger," she teased lightly. "How's your life been? Am I allowed back in?" Normally she was not one to chitchat while there was business on the table, but with everybody still filtering in, Mai doubted T'ech would jump straight into business.

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An orange gleam lit the ground below. Rhaeth enjoyed the heat of Vaioa that had only bothered Tyr’velas, the desert heat suited the dragon. When they first arrived the copper had been hopeful even excited. After all it had been mere moments after blinking between that he had dropped off his rider and chased after Izaxth. The victory then had been fiery and fulfilling. Their luck had been short and after that. Sure there had been the wingthird position, but he felt powerless there. Answering to a brown no less.

The copper’s lip curled, low rumble in his throat as he peered down at the busy ledge below. Tyr’velas sat stiff in the straps. I’ve heard no word on what this is about. I expect it to be the normal drivel that comes from our wingleader. His rider remained silent, thoughts clouded and dark. He tried to flex his hand, grimace darkening. Just land. Tyr had spotted Krejuth earlier, of course R’nault would be here. To be hones he had nothing against the lad, but the decision T’ech had made ate at him. After all the work they had done…and that one took S’dax’s position. Tyr’velas blinked the thoughts away, but of course they would do that. The boy had been wingsecond, S’dax had failed, they would put up the ‘next in line’.

Rhaeth landed lightly, almost hovering in place, loathe to spend any amount of time on T’ech’s doorstep. Tyr’velas slid down from the copper’s neck and landed softly. His fingers lingered on the copper’s hide, and he breathed in deeply. Then he exhaled and turned away, Rhaeth rumbled and left. Landing only a short distance away and eyes locked on his rider. Ever since that night camping…the copper was never out of eyesight from Tyr.

Tyr’velas didn’t take the time to survey the room. Right hand bandaged, held loose at his side, he kept his left side to the room. At least he didn’t need the sling, that made it easier to keep the mangled appendage out of site as best he could. Slipping into his seat he sat upright, back stiff and held a hair’s breadth from the back of the chair. Clouded gaze looked then, and he couldn’t help his eyes going wide at the site of some strange greenrider. Faranth T’ech what were you doing now. He knew Mai and Ebylin, their presence was expected as weyrlingmasters, but the other one? Face stern and unreadable once more he turned to look T’ech’s way. Hoping the weyrleader would get things started. You think I would be used to this foolishness by now.

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The dragons should meet as well. Rhaeth glowers whenever I try to start conversation.

I hear Rhaeth has never been talkative, but he does his job.

Communication is vital during Threadfall, we should be on good terms with all the dragons.

Well I don’t think Rhaeth or Tyr dislike us after that bandit incident, they just prefer their own company.

Shalagoth peered curiously at the prowling copper, watching as Rhaeth kept his eyes on Tyr and flicked his tail. The bronze could not fault him for that. Not after what happened. To be honest Shalagoth didn’t like it when T’ven left his sight these days, and his rider had not been injured. Shalagoth circled, waiting for a clear area to land. His rider held tight to the straps, knuckles white as he tried to see who had arrived so far. At first he hadn’t been sure he even wanted to attend. He didn’t have to right? But after that talk he had with T’ech he couldn’t help but think he needed to be here. There was a slight chance he could end up in T’ech’s position one of these days, and if that did happen he wanted to know how things should be run.

Of course Shalagoth had made the decision for him as well, telling him he must attend and learn what would be planned for the weyr next. The bronze was especially concerned over the bandit matter, but T’ven suspected that mess would be dealt with by wher troop. Finally spotting a large enough area on the ledge Shalagoth dropped down. Landing lightly, but with his bulk it still shook the ground. Shalagoth held his wings still, keeping them flared so as not to disturb those gathering. T’ven slid down from the bronze’s back. Eager to see the gathering council. His hesitance and nervousness had disappeared. T’ech would not mind him joining, of that he was sure. The rest probably wouldn’t care.

Smiling he walked over to Shalagoth’s head, the large dragon dropping low to nuzzle at his rider’s chest. T’ven scratched at the ridge’s above the bronze’s eyes, the happy green glimmering in Shalagoth’s eyes as he rumbled. Then he walked away, the bronze pushing him gently in the back to send him on his way. Standing tall T’ven strode into the room. Scanning the seats and gathered riders. He couldn’t hide his surprise when he spotted T’lsin. He had expected the weyrlingmasters, but hadn't heard of T'lsin taking a candidatemaser or weyrlingmaster position. Perhaps he had just received one of the positions? He smiled and nodded to the weyrlingmasters. Well whatever it might he was happy to see the other greenrider here too. T’ven made sure to give proper salute to Talora and T’ech, and then turned to find a seat.

Glancing around he spotted Tyr’velas face hard and unreadable, but T’ven couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the copperrider. He had seen the madness he had endured when the bandits attacked. Smiling he took a seat next to the wingthird. “Morning Tyr’velas, how are you healing?” The copperrider’s head turned slowly, eyes dark as he fixed T’ven with a dead stare. “Well thank you.” And then he turned away.

T’ven’s skin crawled at the tone in Tyr’s voice, his eyes quickly searching out the other empty spots he should have gone to. But then his gaze found T’ech, and he couldn’t help but grin. “Morning weyrleader,” best try not be too informal, and not forget Talora there, “and weyrwoman.” Now all he had to do was wait, and listen. He had no idea what to expect from these meetings, but he couldn’t wait to see. If only the dour cloud next to him could cheer up.
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As Visani slid from her dragon's straps Biscuit settled heavily on her shoulder, a comforting presence, the gold was well behaved when it came to business. A quick survey of the room, giving Talora and T'ech a quick nod of respect before finding a seat. All the wingleaders were there, including R'nault. The lad looked uncomfortable and he had every right to be. She didn't exactly approve of his promotion but there was nothing she could say against it either, he was good at what he did and as long as he continued to be there was no argument against him.

Her eyes narrowed when she noticed Tyr but she pointedly avoided looking at him. The copperrider had been wingthird for quite a while now and she hadn't spoken to the man besides a few curt words during meetings or drills. Didn't seem like he was too interested in giving any shaffits to either. She had heard the poor fool had gotten himself tangled in that attack mess. She'd never understand why they let the candidates go camping out in the desert. Shards she got edgy when Varisa went out flying with Morlith in broad daylight.

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed the chairs filling as the rest of the council filtered in. T'ech seemed.. off. He'd seemed off for several sevendays now, always pouring over his desk but the moment she'd knocked on his office door there had been the obvious shuffling of hides and a hasty 'come in!' from the other side. Either the bronzerider was doodling naughty things or he was working on some secret project. She wanted to know but all she could do was wait to see what he had to say. If that failed to reveal what was going on she could always send O'rin over with more wine.
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Atlen kinda Tag: R'nault

'Better get this over with.' Atlen complained bitterly to her dragon, giving the gold's eyeridges a quick scratch. You're just saying that.

'No I'm not, between everything else Talora has Sen and I doing I'm surprised I haven't punched a hole in the wall yet.

Then you'd have a broken hand and then how are you supposed to get anything done?

Atlen glanced down at her dragon's scarred paw, her dragon knew exactly what she was talking about when it came to this matter. 'Point proven.' A parting pat and she was off to find a chair, a small grin appeared when she spotted R'nault, sliding into the seat between him and Al'dai.

"Congrats on your promotion!" She'd never say it out loud but it was nice to have some new blood in a leadership position. It was good for the wings, good for the weyr even, it showed how much promise their graduating classes truly held. "It's scary at first but you'll get used to it I'm sure." She could relate, kind of, though she was sure leading Amber for a bit was nothing like leading one of the high altitude wings on a regular basis.
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