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Tallying the Vote; Vaioa elects an interim Weyrleader
Topic Started: Jun 22 2014, 12:03 AM (539 Views)
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Talora stared with rapt attention down at the wax tablet that had been her constant companion the past few days, stylus clutched in one tense hand. It had taken several meetings to hash the voting out, as many of the ranking riders had felt they had to speak their piece before any actual voting could take place. Some had campaigned, some had objected, and most had just let their experience speak for them. But it was finally finished. Vaioa had voted.

T'ech's resignation came at an inopportune time, but she couldn't allow that to grind the Weyr to a halt. Queens flew and leadership changed with the shifting of the wind and weather, this was hardly any different. She thinned her lips, counting her tally marks once again and tuning out the hum of voices around her.

She also couldn't allow the surprise that Vaioa's choice brought her show on her face. Talora had predicted that the Weyr would elect a more senior and experienced Rider, someone who already had experience as a Wingleader, and...a Rider that was more than just a few turns out of Weyrlinghood would have been preferable.

It would seem that Vaioa had an inexplicable fondness for thrusting positions of leadership on the young and inexperienced.

Talora finally set her tablet down on the table in front of her and raised her chin, pleased with the way the din of noise quieted almost immediately. Anxious anticipation was a tangible strain in the air, faces both stony and hopeful staring back at her.

"I've finished with the final tally," she began, voice ringing out into the tense silence. "And the Weyr has elected T'ven of bronze Shalagoth, previously Sandstone wing's Wingsecond." Her eyes sought out the bronzerider, lips drawn in a slight frown despite herself. "Congratulations, T'ven. We have much to discuss."

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Al'dai was a tightly-wound mess, Lerouth a seething presence at the back of his mind. The Bronze was inflamed that Al'dai had not nominated himself and put himself in the running. Al'dai was anxious, frustrated, but remained firm. He hadn't said anything initially, and he wouldn't change that now.

This is why I've never won via flight, Lerouth needled Al'dai. His anger was all but palpable. You've never given it your all. I've never been able to win without your help. You always hold back.

Al'dai did not respond to this, although he knew very well just how right Lerouth was. There was only one flight he had wanted to win, other than one of Endyrth's-- and Lisenyth was long gone.

Cirseth is just as beautiful, and Talora is just as capable! Lerouth raged, repeating the same arguments he had been making for days now. There is no logical reason to withhold yourself from the race! You would be good! I would be good! The Weyr needs us!

Do they, Lerouth? Al'dai finally replied, patience hanging by a thread. Do they really?

Of course they do! You saw what happened to T'ech! The holders are becoming insolent! Daring to attack not only an ambassador, but the very head of authority from--

They need someone, Lerouth. They don't need us.

How do you know? You've never even given it a chance. We could be strong leaders. Better than Lenth's or Tytoth's. We could do it.

No, Lerouth. We couldn't.

The Bronze continued to rage, and Al'dai continued to sit stonily, watching Talora, who was staring hard at the wax tablet before her.

Five nominees. Al'dai glanced around the room, taking them in. O'zen, who had already proved himself capable of managing Vaioa and dealing with troublesome Lord Holders. T'ven, his own wingsecond, young and inexperienced but perhaps with the right mix of leadership qualities necessary. Loraine, wingrider of the wing in which Ry'ker sat as wingthird. Raisa, another contender from Basalt and the only brownrider who had been nominated.

He didn't doubt that any of them would be sufficient; he didn't know them all closely, but he knew enough to know that none of them necessarily had any major warning signs. But there was only one person he had absolutely no doubt would provide the strong leadership necessary, one person he had put his weight behind. He looked over at O'zen, who was sitting quite as still as he was, expression guarded. Al'dai felt tentatively that O'zen would be the winner of this little contest. He suspected T'ech had also thrown his weight behind O'zen, and between them as wingleaders, he wasn't sure who would really oppose.

But that wasn't to say the others weren't worthy as well, and it was possible the Weyr would prefer fresh blood. So it was impossible to be sure.

Talora set down her tablet, and Al'dai drowned out Lerouth, whose ire was only increasing. His attention sharpened, and he felt a similar change move down the line, faces turning up, shoulders pulling back, spine straightening. The air was tense with a kind of rapt electrical charge.

Talora didn't mince words. Al'dai felt the announcement pass over him in a kind of detached way. T'ven, then, and not O'zen. He glanced around the room and nodded once, almost imperceptibly at T'ven. Well, he'd do a better job than Al'dai ever would.

This was enough to make Lerouth's fury increase, and he burst back into Al'dai's mind. No, he wouldn't, the Bronze insisted furiously, knowing now that he had lost, that it was too late to make any changes. He is a Wingsecond! He is my wingsecond! If he is a good leader, it is because he has learned how to be so from us!

Go stuff a wherry, Lerouth, Al'dai responded sharply. It wasn't that he had supreme confidence in T'ven's ability to lead-- that remained to be seen-- but at this stage, the decision was final, and there was nothing he could have done about it even if he had wanted to.

Blocking his dragon out once more, he leaned forward and cleared his throat. "It appears I'll need a new Wingsecond. T'ven, might I petition you to transfer a member of your Wing to Sandstone, that I might promote her? Her name is Bryn, and her dragon is Garnet Izaxth. She is a fierce rider, and I should like to interview her for the position." From the neutrality of his tone, he appeared untroubled by Talora's announcement-- and, at any rate, he certainly held no ill will toward his former wingsecond. But his full feelings on the matter remained to be resolved.

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She'd attended and cast her votes, confident in her choices. She and Izaxth had picked together, though Bryn couldn't honestly say that selecting your leader on a scale of handsomeness versus tolerable personality was really ideal. Although, considering that T'ven had been picked, maybe it was. To some people, anyway.

She smirked a little at that, leaning her shoulder against the spot on the wall she'd taken up. Bryn didn't always show up to Weyr Council things, though she'd been making more of an effort the past turn or so. Izaxth was getting antsy and ambitious, and it helped to know what was going on in all the wings and the Weyr if they ever wanted to advance in them. But the voting had been extra important, so she'd definitely made sure to make an appearance.

Somehow things managed to get even more tense after Talora had announced the results. Bryn's eyes flickered back and forth between disappointed and relieved faces, mouths twisted in outrage and some shouting with glee. Talora herself seemed more or less unimpressed with the whole event, which was oddly funny. The woman always looked some shade of unamused or not impressed, and Bryn wondered what it was like to have that level of stone-cold pokerface.

Shalagoth is as good as any, Izaxth breezed, off preening on her ledge. She'd come pick Bryn up later, once she was finished removing the last vestiges of her meal from her claws. We're all just waiting until Cirseth flies again anyway.

Bryn wondered if she detected a hint of jealousy there, but was distracted by somebody speaking up over the din. She was only half paying attention to Al'dai until she heard her name mentioned, and with that she began shouldering her way closer to the man, trying to catch the context. What had Bryn ever done to him that he'd be calling her out in a Weyr Council meeting? She'd give a reason if he needed one, but she hadn't yet.

...It would seem that his reason is a promotion, Izaxth seemed slightly stunned, having put together the words and their meaning faster than Bryn had. Or the chance at one. Bryn! Do not mess this up!

Rude! Bryn spat back, though she pulled up beside Al'dai and raised her chin to look (only slightly!) up at him, eyes gleaming as she then turned her head to look at T'ven, then Talora. "I'm up for that," she offered, as if the grin on her face didn't make it plain.
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It was only Melacyth's divine intervention that kept Rhias's feet off the polished surface of the council table. She still felt out of place here, surrounded by such solemnity that she felt she might choke on the very air they all breathed. So stuffy, she thought. It's not like anyone the majority picks will be an enormous failure. They all need to lighten up...

This is important, Melacyth reminded her rather tartly. We've talked about this: Authority matters. If our new leader isn't ready, we will all suffer in Threadfall.

If he's a useless wherry then we'll be back in this same room doing this all over again in a month or two, calm your jets, girl. All of the applicants are good.

Rhias had, of course just to shake things up, elected and voted for a young brownrider rather than follow the apparent trend of endorsing a bronzerider. But she was quite sure that everyone on the list could hold their own as leader. Melacyth's anxieties were unfounded. When Talora called out T'ven's name, Rhias leaned back in her seat, balancing on two chair legs and rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

T'ven huh? Well he was young, but not too young, talented and responsible. He'd been a wingthird and a wingsecond. And he was handsome. That gave him bonus points in Rhias's mind. It was too bad about that brownrider, or that Bryn had not been elected as a Weyrleader applicant. Oh well. We'll just have to wait and see what happens now.

I like Shalagoth, Melacyth purred thoughtfully. Rhias smothered a laugh in her sleeve. He's good in Fall...

We'll see how he handles leading one.
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Tyr’velas sat tall in his chair. Where once he would have folded his hands and rested on the table he now kept them in his lap. No reason to make everyone look at the twisted form of his right hand. His left casually massaged the knuckles of the right, perhaps one day he would feel more there. Auri sat on his shoulder, her posture impeccable for once and staying surprisingly quiet. Her head turned as each in the council spoke, green eyes blinking and tail flicking against Tyr’s back. The copperrider had said his peace. His decision had been made back when he had confirmed rumor of T’ech’s horrible injury. Rhaeth’s thoughts rumbled in the back of his skull, the copper still didn’t know how he felt about this.

They could use you now. The dragon’s sentiments had already been made, and the logic made Tyr switch from gentle massage to a painful pinch, had he been able to feel it. You are trained as a Lord Holder, you can understand them, speak with them, resolve this mess.

You know I don’t trust my abilities during threadfall anymore.

You don’t need to. You can trust in me then. Do you really think O’zen, Ry’ker, or the rest are better than you when it comes to dealing with rebellious holds?

He nearly bit at his lip, instead he let out a slow breath. Not really, of course not. That had been a specialty. He had helped with something of the sort when he had been barely sixteen turns. His throat felt tight, but if none would nominate him he would not nominate himself. Truth be told…

Rhaeth’s rumble stretched into his mind, the copper calm and understanding, You are afraid.

Tyr’velas stiffened, good hand clasping tight to the twisted one in his lap. Voice in his mind a whisper, a tremble of thought, Yes…

Whers in the night, their snarling and roaring, bandits throwing ropes at him from the dark. That feeling of being dragged off his feet, the ceiling caving in above him and crashing down, screams and the smell of ichor thick. He swallowed, outwardly his face stone, but his iris’ grew slightly, the fear of that night returning to his mind. Knowing now that a wher had done the damage to T’ech, he could not trust himself to face a holder that bold.

You know I would never let anything happen to you.

I do Rhaeth, but I can’t do this. Not now. Not when we have weyrlings to look after. Not when doubts would drown me, no I can’t nominate us.

So you nominate him.

An image of T’ven towered in Tyr’s mind. Rhaeth remembered the young man, he couldn’t say he agreed with his rider. He still thought himself the best fit to lead, but he respected Shalagoth as a competent wingsecond. And well, Tyr’velas shared the memory, T’ven’s booming voice above the chaos of that night. The bronzerider steady and calm as the evacuation began, Shalagoth lighting the night outside before ferrying numerous candidates away. Tyr’velas had tried to explain when he had nominated T’ven. Some might see the young man as a fresh weyrling, but Tyr’velas had seen something different.

If a wher comes for him I imagine he would punch it straight in the snout, tall and strong as he is. Talora will be fine as a mediator, T’ven and Shalagoth can show a powerful front, and he can keep his head in emergencies.

He couldn’t shake his gratefulness for the bronzerider arriving with the others that night. He breathed easy. The man might have only impressed three turns ago, but he had already proven himself a capable wingthird and second. And should another win well…Tyr’velas blinked, eyes picking out a certain bronzerider. At least Al’dai had not been nominated.

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Don’t.

T’ven’s fingers twitched, hand nearly leaving the table to rub at the back of his neck. He breathed easy at Shalagoth’s calming voice in his head. But he had difficulty not showing nervous signs. T’ven swallowed, eyes darting to meet Tyr’s for a moment. Faranth he couldn’t read that man’s icy gaze. Tyr had never said much to him, had always been cold when he tried to make conversation. T’ven tried to stretch his legs, sharddit there really were too many people in here and this table seemed too small.

And yet he nominated you. I thought I would have to make you do that.

Do you really think we’re ready Shalagoth? It’s hasn’t been two turns since we graduated.

You learn best by doing. Were we ready for wingthird? Wingsecond? We are ready for this.

Confidence swam in T’ven’s head, he could picture Shalagoth now. Sitting tall on his weyrledge, lanky limbs appearing graceful, form towering above the weyrbowl as he listened in on the meeting. T’ven smiled at that. He had spent so many turns as a candidate, that had been half of his life before he met Shalagoth. Now it all moved so fast, graduation and then thrust into leadership in Sandstone and working with Al’dai and yet…

You thrive.

Not like we have to worry about it anyways. O’zen is the obvious choice, and if not him why not Ry’ker or Loraine?

It would be interesting if Khorinth’s won.

T’ven’s fingers drummed on the table, his eyes shifting to Talora. The votes had been cast, worrying about it now would do nothing. Faranth he couldn’t read her face either. What was it with these riders that could hide everything they were thinking so well. He bit at his lip, believing that any moment now Talora would lift her head and announce O’zen, everyone would be pleased by that. Even as he thought it the Weyrwoman set her tablet down and raised her chin. His tapping index finger stopped, and he blinked.

Her voice seemed to ring in his ears, and the Weyr has elected, it all went into a buzz as his jaw threatened to drop. Shalagoth’s voice rang out from above, he had heard clearly, and he intended to let all of Vaioa know. His voice echoed through the weyrbowl, deep booming roar thundering out as if to wake the whers sleeping in their hold. T’ven’s head rang with it, and a shiver shot down his spine. He swallowed, eyes blinking a moment as he gathered his thoughts. Talora’s gaze seemed to bore through him, he could note the slight frown there. He gave her a curt nod, brain slowly putting her words in order.

“Thank you, I’m sure we do.”

Those are your first words as Weyrleader? Shalagoth’s mirth rolled through him. Faranth he could feel the bronze’s pride swelling in his head already. T’ven smiled despite himself, let Talora think what she wanted at the moment. They had chosen him. The council, the weyr, his peers, had chosen him. He took a moment to find Tyr’s gaze, and for a moment he thought the copperrider’s eyes almost looked pleased.

Well I’m not going to bellow and yell at them while punching my fist into the air like you might have.

If you could bellow half as well as me they might enjoy such a display.

T’ven allowed himself to enjoy the moment with Shalagoth, the worry and fear over the task before him could be pondered later. Best to face this confidence now. The clearing of a throat caught his attention, his gaze flicking to Al’dai as his former wingleader addressed him. Faranth that’s right, sandstone would be without a wingsecond now. He would lead Basalt now. T’ven couldn’t help it, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Our first wing, it’s as if we’re going home.

The smile disappeared as Al’dai continued. T’ven frowned in thought, mind swimming through the riders he knew of Basalt. He knew Bryn well enough, had enjoyed flying with her and Izaxth fresh after his graduation. T’ven had seen enough of her skill in threadfall to know what Al’dai asked. Shalagoth rumbled, tail flicking, the bronze seemed to puff up on his ledge, eyes flashing with annoyance.

He thinks to take one of our best riders? I would rather keep Izaxth and hers with us. We will need them.

T’ven couldn’t help but agree with Shalagoth. After rummaging through his mind he realized Basalt was without any bronzeriders, besides himself now. Losing the lone garnet rider might prove rough, especially with a new wingleader coming in. T’ven’s index finger tapped once on the table, thoughts rolling together with Shalagoth’s.

We are leaving Sandstone, they could use a strong dependable rider.

Bryn voiced her thoughts on the matter, and T’ven’s gaze settled on her a moment as a grin lit up her face. He sighed, but the nod came easily to him. T’ven smiled then, his gaze turning away from the garnetrider to focus on Al’dai and Talora in turn.

“I know Bryn from my days in Basalt after weyrlinghood, and I have to agree I would only be holding her back if I didn’t allow such a promotion. After your interview let me know your decision and I’ll see that she is transferred if she’s chosen.”

Shalagoth grumbled in his head, If you are set on this I want the next graduating bronze or garnet. It is only fair.

We’ll bring that up when the time is right. T’ven turned his attention fully to Talora, his expression stern. They would be working together now, he could only hope she wouldn’t think him some child ill fit for the position.

“Would you like to bring up the other matters we need to see to while the council is still here? Or would you like to adjourn for now?”

Rubikon loomed in his thoughts. Flashes of T’ech still bedridden in the infirmary coming to mind as rumors of bandits returned with whers swam in his skull. Beneath his stern face he ground his teeth together. He would see to Lord Warryn if it was the last thing he did. Shalagoth bristled, their thoughts on the matter one. They would make sure their weyr was protected.
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If only they'd let a green take up the job. You'd be perfect. Harnteth put her two marks in as she listened and watched through Ebylin's eyes. Her rider just smirked and chuckled. Being a Wingleader was enough work for her thank you very much. Let the higher ranks have the job of leading the whole Weyr. She already did her part, giving her vote for who would be best suited for the job. Her old Wingleader O'zen had been her pick. Sure she still thought he was a womanizing twit most days but he had still been a good leader in the past.

When the vote was tallied though it ended up being someone she had NOT expected.

Shalagoth's? But...he's still a baby! Why would he be chosen? Ebylin nearly rolled her eyes. Course doing so after the announcement would have probably been perceived as rude.

'He isn't a 'baby' anymore, love. T'ech had been young and inexperienced too but he ended up ok. Sort of.' There had been ups and downs but things worked out. Only thing Ebylin was really worried about was if the new Leader would make any changes to what the old had put in place. Specifically the Coal and Flint Wings. Ebylin wouldn't stand for them being disbanded and she'd fight tooth and nail for them. One thing going for them now was that T'ven had been one of the few that had liked the whole idea of the new wings.

They wouldn't dare take away our Wing! I'll burn them! Harnteth hissed outside where she perched waiting.

'Calm down. I don't think they will. Flint and Coal have proven themselves enough already. Taking them away now would be pointless and cause too much trouble.' At least that's what she hoped.

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Loraine couldn't believe someone had nominated her for the position of Weyrleader. She sat in her seat in the Weyr Council room still feeling fairly stunned. Rith of course was rippling with pride. Not that he had any delusions of actually winning, of course not. Still, someone thought they were Leadership material. Who wouldn't get a bit of a swollen ego? He'd have to tell Fiifth about it later. Rith felt the twitch of Loraine's mind when his own drifted to his lovely garnet. The chain reaction causing Loraine to think of fiery garnet's rider.

At least you're not worrying about the vote now.~ Rith teased while relaxing in a sunny spot outside.

'Yes. Now I'm worrying about a woman who I'm sure hates me now that I've been avoiding her for weeks.' Being reminded of his rider's emotional turmoil over the subject brought a tinge of shame to the dragon. Loraine calmed and sent soothing thoughts his way. 'Sorry. Its not your fault I'm a coward.'

You're not a coward...I know why its hard for you. And for a moment they shared a mutual sense of loss before it washed away in the comfort of recent experiences.

Soon Loraine was distracted by the results of the votes. It was a pleasant surprise. T'ven...a young but very capable rider. Loraine had been sure a more experienced rider would have been picked but apparently Vaioa felt differently. It wasn't long before things were moved along and Loraine debated slipping away. There didn't seem much point in her staying any longer. But perhaps she could linger a while to see what the new leader had in store for them.
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