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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 1, 2007 22:47:38 GMT -5
F'dan yawned languidly, laying on his Bronze who was laying on his ledge. The sun was just setting and the pair were enjoying the scenery. Though he made no mention of his day to anyone but his dragon, F'dan had found it to be dull and annoying. Dull because he had to do some very tedious tasks in drills and annoying because he was being treated so far below the rank he should obviously have attained already.
The Bronze rumbled happily to his rider's grumblings. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy drills. You always do.Yeah, but I have to take orders from other Bronze riders and that irritates me. After the statement was out in the open he laughed. It was pure laugh, not forced or bubbly.
He looked up at the sky again, wondering how much longer it would take for him to dry. He was getting a bit of a tan while he was at it, or so he hoped. It would be just his luck if the first time he could tan his whole body in weeks, he burned. At this Roderith laughed mentally.You really should think about growing a hide like mine.And ruin your reputation as one of the most handsome Bronzes at the Weyr.I wouldn't dare...
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Post by LyricalBlue on Jan 1, 2007 23:19:52 GMT -5
Stopping just outside the weyr's entrance, Lyrai rapped smartly on the wall to announce her presence. She bit back the urge to sigh, really there were so many things to be done today. Chasing after an errant bronzerider was the last thing she needed to worry about. And yet, here she was; chasing after an errant bronzerider. The Weyrwoman ran a hand through her dark hair frustratedly and she could feel Zhariath responding to her aggrevation. Lyrai did her best to force it back down, the Weyr did not need an upset Queen at the moment, in fact it really didn't need an upset Weyrwoman. If that sharding Headwoman hadn't ordered the wrong amount of hides for the cavern women, she wouldn't be in this mess. That and if that greenrider hadn't gone over the Hold for her flight. Lyrai rubbed her temples... it had already been a very long day.
She knocked again, louder this time. "F'dan! Are you in?" Sharding bronzerider... never where she needed him to be. Zhariath stirred again and Lyri bit her lip, determined not to wake the Queen who was quite happily snoozing in the sun. After the last couple of days she really wanted to let Zhariath rest, to rest and forget. Lyrai shook her head again, trying to keep herself out of that emotional quagmire as well. She raised her voice again, half tempted to wake Zhariath to get Roderith. "F'dan!"
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 5, 2007 15:33:53 GMT -5
The rider wasn't paying much attention to anything so when he finally heard the Weyrwoman's voice, it was a bit late. He leapt off of his dragon, quickly grabbing the towel, he had left on the ground to cover himself as a skirt would. "My Lady Weyrwoman, it is a pleasure to see you." He said walking inside confidently.
Looking at her outward appearance he had a hunch she was there to talk to him about something important. He would also hazard a guess that she was having a bad day. Naturally he stayed standing, as arrogant as ever. He didn't even have the gall to be embarrassed about his half naked state. In fact he seemed perfectly comfortable with his appearance.
"Weyrwoman, would you care to sit?" He motioned to two very richly made, comfortable chairs. He had the best of everything because he could. He hoped Lyrai had more than one reason for interrupting the perfect afternoon. He wasn't dissapointed to see her, in fact he thought it might be good. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't wish he was Weyrleader. If he could lead a Hold, a Weyr should not be much different.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Jan 7, 2007 17:44:57 GMT -5
The Weyrwoman stalked in, glaring about as if she could spear things with her eyes. She shook her head at his inviation. She hardly had time to sit and chat! Lyrai turned her head sharply back to look at the bronzerider and she frowned. For the love of Faranth, could the man take his position any more for granted? The Weyrwoman took a deep breath, she couldn't afford for him to ruffle her feathers even more. When she finaly spoke her words were clipped and short, clearly showing her strain quite well.
"F'dan, I need to make this short. You are a bronzerider, reports have come to me that you... haven't been acting up to standards." She gritted her teeth, there was no easy way to tell someone to get moving. And not only was F'dan a bronzerider but he was older than Lyrai herself. The Weyrwoman steeled herself and took another breath. "Look F'dan, we have a very limited number of bronzes, of which I'm sure you're aware. I need you all to be leaders. You would have Impressed a Blue if you were meant not to have duties."
She placed her hands on slim hips and glared up at him, dark eyes flashing. The Weyrwoman didn't look like much, but boy when she got angry, the whole Weyr knew right quick. Of course, the grumbling and pacing Queen out on her ledge did most of that work. "And for the love of Faranth, I do hope you're not always that... scantily clothed."
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 7, 2007 19:20:36 GMT -5
He heard her short and irritated words, immediately changing his expression to a more serious one. F'dan knew better than most what it meant to be responsible however, as a wingrider he was on a wire...if he did as she asked he ran the risk of interfering with the Wingleader's plans and therefore could be seen as a usurper. He had enough of that at home.
" Of course Weyrwoman. Do you have any tasks that you would specifically like for me to do?" He said it graciously and though he was bitter at the woman's words he did not show it. F'dan was a master at that, saying one thing but thinking something completely opposite of that.
Lyrai must be very tense and irritated. Well and why not with Zhariath being ill and the clutch being malformed. He really couldn't blame her for all the wrongs that had been done. "No, my lady, I have been bathing..." He normally was very well dressed as most women of the Weyr would know. Very few weyrmen cared as much about their clothing as F'dan did.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Jan 9, 2007 15:04:45 GMT -5
Looking him up and down with eyes that might as well have been made of flint, the Weyrwoman nodded sharply. At least he had an answer for both questions, although she didn't quite believe him, there was something... Lyrai couldn't place it though so she let it drop. She placed her hands on her boyish hips and stayed quiet for a long moment. She didn't know F'da as well as she should have amittedly, the bronzerider was not often to be found involved in the public places of the Weyr. And this wasn't quite the reaction she had expected, Zhariath was in agreement of that; paying close attention to the coversation now.
"Well bronzerider, I'd like you to start taking some resposibility in your wing. G'del and K'leren will need a hand with the new batch of Weyrlings graduating soon. I also would like to expand the wings again, Our ranks are filling out, I expect that you will be one of the first to apply for a transfer when N'mos makes the expansion final." Her flint hard eyes softened slighty, N'mos... This should be his job, she didn't have the time to coddle riders, she had work to do by Faranth! Of course... N'mos was far more intresting in his thread charts than anything. She broke her mind away from that train of thought, it was becomming all to common these days, Lyrai really needed to get that man out of her hair.
"You can also take a couple of Beta's riders and fetch the Candidates from Fort for Sharieth's comming clutch. Sarrai just sent word that they are willing to donate several who didn't Impress in their last Hatching." Of course the list was long, there was always things to be done around the Weyr and then some. And it seemed more and more that Lyrai was the only one that could organize anything. Outside, Zhariath growled low in her throat and the Weyrwoman tried to calm herself once more. "Can you handle it bronzerider?"
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 9, 2007 22:13:07 GMT -5
"It will be done." Was all he said to her about the whole thing. He was tired of people talking down to him like he was too slow or stupid to understand them. He wasn't a dimglow. Increasingly frustrated by the woman in front of him he decided to ignore her statements until later when he had room to vent.
Actually he did what he often did in uncomfortable situations, he turned the subject matter from himself to the other person. He thought she looked overly stressed for one so young. Where was N'mos anyway? He didn't much care, he'd much rather speak to Lyrai than any man, Weyrleader or not. "My Lady, is there anyway I can help you today?" F'dan asked as he came to the conclusion she was beautiful when angry.
Flame it all, that was the last thing he needed... He should be thinking about what she was saying not how she looked while saying it. F'dan was just glad Roderith was napping through all of this.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Jan 9, 2007 22:54:47 GMT -5
Blinking at the change in the direction of the converstaion, Lyrai said nothing for several long moments. Well she hadn't seen that comming, especially becuase she had barged in on him and started ranting. Not that it was out of place... but shards! That Headwoman would drive her insane yet! Dealing with her was like having permanent fire head. The small woman raised an eyebrow archly, what in the world was he getting at? She let her hands drop from her hips and shrugged.
"Not unless you skin the Headwoman and hang her out to dry." Lyrai half smiled at that, she really was serious, at least mostly... Well maybe not... but the woman deserved a good flogging at the least. This latest mixup really was just phenomenal. She sighed and shook her head. "My appologies F'dan, you didn't deserve to feel the brunt of that outburst."
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 9, 2007 23:04:46 GMT -5
"Oh, I see. Well can't Lady Ruet meet with the Headwoman for you? " He was serious. She was worn out. At least she should give more duties to her Junior, or he would even take some of said woman's duties. He watched her apologize and though he was slightly shocked that she had, he didn't plan on boasting about it.
She was too tense which was sad. He remembered her being a lot more carefree when she was Weyrling. "You cannot work yourself to the ground like this." He added with a more commanding tone than he had intended. "No wonder you can't talk to the Headwoman. You are in no fit state to do any work at all." He wanted to have Roderith flame N'mos for being an incompetent mate.
"Now, tell me. Are there any duties today that N'mos should be doing but you are doing instead? I can do those and anything else that would give you enough free time to relax and perhaps spend some time with your Zhariath."
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Post by LyricalBlue on Jan 10, 2007 14:54:16 GMT -5
The Weyrwoman simply stared and stayed silent as F'dan spoke. Either she had divulged alot more than she had intended to or this man was really a dragon and knew exactly what she was thinking. But she couldn't give any more duties to Ruet, the poor woman was as worn as she was and she had not only her clutch to take care of but those poor sick babies.... A pit formed in her stomach and Lyrai frowned tighty. They would find out who was to blame for the poisoning and they would pay... oh yes, they would pay.
She forced her mind back to F'dan and shrugged. "Zhariath is with me ever moment. Ruet can't handle any more than she is already doing. N'mos is as usual, in the records room with his head burried in charts." Lyrai was convinced that if the man stared at those skins any longer than he already did, that he could burn a hole through them with his eyes. "And," She added, placing her hands back on her hips.
"I really do have to look over everything at least once." It wasn't that she wanted to, but things she let slide by had a bad tendancy to come back around and bite her.... Like that train of infected herdbeasts. Ly wished she could delegate more than she did but N'mos.... that man was insufferable. "The better question would be, what duties is he actually doing?"
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 10, 2007 20:15:23 GMT -5
It was more and more apparent to him that Lyrai was not happy with her mate. Not that he blamed her. N'mos was a bit more of a record reader than a doer. He wasn't like that, though perhaps that was because all he had to do was reading something once and he remembered it... well generally, not word for word.
"Have you eaten at all today?" She looked to him like she hadn't had time. He could always run and get her something she could eat on the fly. Roderith began to move on his ledge, it was clear to his rider that he was waking. The bronze moved in off of his ledge and eyed both his rider and the Weyrwoman with his ever calculating gaze.
Well, you are certainly making a mess of things. huh?She's got a long day ahead of her you dimglow. It would be better if you just did things and didn't wait to be told... or even do things without asking her if you could...Roderith was obviously tired of his rider shirking duties when he knew exactly what the man was capable of.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Jan 13, 2007 14:53:40 GMT -5
Once again Lyrai found herself stunned to silence. She simply had nothing at all to say, she had barged in here to yell at this man and now he was asking her about food. People tended to slink around her and her moods simply because of her position. But this wasn't that, in fact it was something entierly diffrent and Lyrai wasn't sure that she understood exactly what was going on. Had she eaten yet today? The Weyrwoman really couldn't remember, there had just been too much that needed doing. She didn't have time to stop and linger over a meal as much as she might want to.
"Have I eaten?" She repeated dumbly, more to vie for time so that her brain could catch up with the quick three-sixty change in conversation. "No, I don't think so. But there really is no time. Thank you for the consideration." Lyrai inclined her head slightly, still confused on why F'dan would care at all. He probably thinks you look like you need feeding[/.b] Love, you may think I'm skinny but not everyone else does. You should eat more if you want to fly well. He will catch you too easy.
The Gold snorted outside on her ledge, her meaning crystal clear. The Weyrwoman smiled quietly and turned her attention back to F'dan. Why did he give a d**n anyway? Zharaiath wasn't anywhere near her next flight and that was when bronzes normaly started lavishing attention on her.
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 13, 2007 15:26:18 GMT -5
Roderith's sentiments were a slap in the face. Flame it all. Was no one in a good mood today? He was only half listening to Lyrai's answer but he got the gist of it. "I don't see how you not eating would be beneficial to the Weyr." F'dan answered but before she could say anything moved on to say. "It's settled then. I'll get you something to eat on the fly." He would brook no argument on that, as was apparent by his tone.
F'dan hoped that would calm his dragon down a bit. "What is the name of your personal drudge? I need to have a chat with her. It is her job to make sure you are taken care of."That of course included eating. F'dan's mother had several personal drudges. All of them had the specific task of taking care of her needs. If the drudge was overworked he'd suggest that Lyrai needed more than one.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Jan 23, 2007 17:03:14 GMT -5
"Personal... drudge?" For a moment she stared at him, not quite understanding what she'd heard. Lyrai had grown up in a poor family, they'd never had even dreamed about having a personal drugde. That was for Lords and Weyrle...Lyrai burst out laughing and it was a few moments before she recovered. How had she not thought of that before? "I don't have one, never have." She continued chuckling softly. "In fact I never even thought about it." She had always been and independent woman. Surely she depeneded on the Weyr's cavernwomen for her clothes and for cleaning. But she'd never thought about having her own drudge, that really would make things many times easier.
"I'll have to have the Headwoman assign someone." She smiled broadly and genuinely the, what a wherry headed thing not to have cosidered. Zhariath sighed mentaly which made Lyrai smile all the more. "Zhar seems to think I'm a fool for missing that and not eating." You are and you still need to eat. Yes love, I know. He should eat too. F'dan? Yes, him.
Lyrai wondered at the stress the dragon placed on the indication of F'dan. She hadn't said his name but then Zhariath rarely named anyone. Glancing back at F'dan, she raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Zhar seems to think that you need to eat as well." The thought occured to her that maybe having food sent up was the best idea at the moment, with or without F'dan she did not want to keep company with the Headwoman at least until she had throughly calmed down.
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 23, 2007 21:28:14 GMT -5
F'dan smiled as she did. How interesting these Goldriders could be. "I think it would be better for you if you chose your personal drudge. The Headwoman will give you whomever she can spare not who would serve you best. At Monaco Bay, I chose my own drudge... someone I happened to find both competent and loyal. Qualities that are hard to find. Especially when you think of gossip that spreads about the Leaders of any place, Weyr, Crafthall or Hold."
He laughed freely at that. "Dragons can be the worst sort of judges. She is right though, you need to eat and you need help. We don't want to see you wear yourself out." His eyes danced, the Queen thought he needed to eat. He wanted to smile that she had even mentioned him at all. "It is indeed gracious of Queen Zhariath to think of me." Roderith practically rolled his eyes.
"It would be my pleasure to call up some food, Weyrwoman. That is if you can spare some time to do so?" He was ever the aristocraft and often it made people dislike him. F'dan did not try to sound aloof, it was simply the way he talked. Was he to be at fault for being raised a Lord and then on top of that to conduct himself as rank befitted? Some people here seemed to think so. Still, he accorded everyone with the respect they deserved according to rank.
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