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Post by N'la and Aereth on Feb 13, 2011 23:16:50 GMT -5
“Ah,” N’la nodded, “I see what you mean. As you said, we learn. I imagine it will take some time to find the right balance between formation and flexibility - too much focus on either would be detrimental. Until then,” she shrugged with a sort of fatalistic nonchalance, "we do our best. Every rider knows the danger now."
A sly smirk crept to her face as she pretended to study the eggs intently. “I take it you, um,” she paused a moment, smirk growing to a sardonic grin as she glanced sideways at K’rill, “aren’t particularly fond of our Wingleader?” she asked, her innocent tone tinged with sarcasm.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Feb 14, 2011 21:10:07 GMT -5
"Oh, no!" He laughed. "I like B'lor just fine. He reminds me of what I could be if I stopped being arrogant." He shrugged, philosophically, smirking. "I've got to admit, it's rather more fun, this way. I suppose my standards are a bit unfair, though," He admitted, sincerely, but with a tinge of mischief, "He's not from Ista, after all. We breed the best. My father, you see," he added, conversationally, "Was the Weyrleader; And his father, before him. It goes back a few generations ahead of that. Ista's prided itself on having the best flyers on Pern. Well," he paused, briefly, frowning, "We used to, anyway." A brief shadow of thoughtful detachment, tinged with an echo of sorrow, crossed his features; But, like a cloud before the sun, it just as swiftly passed as it had come. "I intend to see what I can do about restoring that legacy where it counts." He gestured around them, expansively, with a lingering glance at the eggs.
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Post by N'la and Aereth on Feb 16, 2011 2:27:16 GMT -5
N’la’s brow had been gradually rising as he talked, a bemused smirk growing to an outright astonished grin. “Good to see Ista breeds such humble folk,” she said, crossing her arms, somehow managing to swagger as she did so. “We at Fort try to get by with what we have - nothing quite like being the oldest Weyr in the world to really make one feel the decline of glory days. Especially since other Weyrs having all the best flyers.”
She sighed, melodramatically, “Still, we do the best we can.” Sorrow echoed on her face as well, just as briefly, before she shot the Brownrider a roguish smile. “May I be so bold as to inquire how you intend to restore such a grand legacy?" Her smile grew, "Do you think it to be more a matter of training, or breeding?”
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Feb 18, 2011 21:22:46 GMT -5
"That," he laughed, "Is something I don't think I ought to answer." He smirked, and raised a brow. "Training does count for quite a bit, though. With me and Darvin here - Or, well, at least me, anyways. Did you hear? The old man has taken up Hold life. I guess in losing his dragon, he lost his edge." He shrugged, eloquently, sarcasm barbing the last word of the sentence.
He leaned back against the wall, and sighed, softly, "I guess we'll have to make do with what we've got, huh?" He looked at her, as if scrutinizing her, "You flew well enough, before. I suppose there're worse ways to start, huh?" He chuckled, and smirked.
"Yeah. I think we'll do just fine."
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Post by N'la and Aereth on Feb 18, 2011 22:32:47 GMT -5
“Ha, we’ll find out, at any rate.”
Her smile faded a bit as she gave him a long, considering look. “I think I remember hearing something about D’vin - or Darvin, I suppose - leaving. I never met him properly, but I’m pretty impressed he was able to stay in such close proximity to dragons after losing his own. Must have been a constant reminder, I’m not surprised he left. Being weyrbred myself,” she nonchalantly continued, “I simply can’t imagine what it would be like living in a Hold. I hope he adjusts well. You came together from Ista, then?”
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Feb 22, 2011 9:25:14 GMT -5
"Seperately," was his terse correction. After a moment, however, his tone softened. "Darvin didn't think I was worth a Wingsecond slot." A short, sharp laugh, ironic and unpleasant, "Of course, a fool I, to think I was! But I think I've become worth it. You see... Before the rocks fell, I was a part of his Wing at Ista Weyr. We had a... Disagreement about my skill and potential. I thought he was afraid of me showing him up. Turns out, I was wrong." He shrugged, thinly, "And the old man was right. I hadn't felt quite so understanding, at the time, so I packed my bags and... I, and a handful of my Wing left for another Weyr. The rocks started coming down not very long after. It wasn't until one of the patrols found us wandering the Continent that we knew this place existed." His tone seemed to carry an edge of... Sorrow? Grief?
"We lost a lot of good men and women." He gestured around him, to the Weyr, "We all did. And, as far as people go... The old man wasn't too bad a sort." He nodded, thoughtfully, and frowned, as if at some internal thought.
"Not too bad a sort, at all." He chuckled. "But who would be crazy enough to live in a Hold?"
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Post by N'la and Aereth on Feb 23, 2011 19:20:09 GMT -5
Chuckling, N’la shook her head. “Holders, apparently. Any idea what D’vin - uh, Darvin - is going to do? Did he have a craft before becoming a dragonrider? I think I would simply go mad in a Hold... well,” with a mischievous grin she admitted, “I’d probably spend all my time gambling and flirting with every pretty girl in the place, first. Then I’d go mad.”
You would drink much wine, too.
She couldn’t help but laugh. }Ha, thanks. I’m not sure if I should be offended or not.{
“Aereth pointed out that I would be drinking as I gambled and flirted, as well,” she explained with a roll of her eyes and a shrug.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Feb 24, 2011 12:10:16 GMT -5
"It's not quite Benden wine, but the stuff they're growing on the slopes south of the hold isn't bad, at all. I think he was born and raised among Riders... He doesn't have a craft that I've heard of. But you know what I have heard?"
He smirked, and chuckled, giving things a moment to build, as he seemed to stretch, slightly, allowing his smirk to grow, just slightly. "I hear he's going up for Lord Holder. The conclave's in on the issue, figuring out who the Hold will pass along to. Apparently, the old man got in an argument, and backed himself into a corner... So to get himself out of it, he told them that he was a Lord Holder candidate. Had to follow up on it to keep his pride on the issue." He laughed. "I suppose there're worse reasons to enter politics than to win an argument, though going for Lord Holder is a bit steep, don't you think?"
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Post by N'la and Aereth on Feb 24, 2011 16:51:18 GMT -5
Wide-eyed, N'la gaped. "Lord Holder!" She laughed, thoroughly amazed, "Well, might as well aim for the top!" She clapped her hands together once as she laughed again, tickled by the idea, "Oh, shards, can you imagine what it will be like if he actually gets it? Bad enough going to live in a Hold, he'll have to learn how to run one!"
After a moment her laughter faded to an amused chuckle, a smile on her face as she shook her head. "I would never be able to call him 'Lord Holder' with a straight face. What are his chances, do you think?"
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Feb 25, 2011 4:45:57 GMT -5
He laughed, "Ought to be fun for him. Keep the old man on his toes, eh? And as far as his chances.." He winced. "Better than they ought to be. The competition isn't exactly going out of its' way to be appetizing. Two kids, a bully, and some soft-headed older man. A hard-driving, even-tempered former Dragonrider and Wingleader is a better choice than most, I'm afraid." He chuckled, quietly. "I suppose we'll see how it goes, though. The Weyrleader and Weyrwoman, as well as the various Craftmasters, are in conclave on the issue. Jury's still out, in that respect, I suppose, thought I doubt it'll be much longer. They can only bat the same issue around for so long, after all."
He frowned. " 'd be a hell of a step, though. I don't think I could give up Weyr life for anything. Hold life..." He laughed. "Drinking, gambling, womanizing. I think my priorities would be right along with yours, in that respect."
He grunted, slightly more solemnly, "The old Holder's hardly in the dirt, and they're already digging around for his replacement. Such reverence."
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Post by N'la and Aereth on Feb 28, 2011 1:42:38 GMT -5
N’la gave a small shrug of resignation. “Of course, leaving the Hold without a Lord Holder right now would be chaotic, at best. This ‘little slice of paradise’ needs a Lord Holder to keep things running smoothly, especially since it’s the last hope of civilization. Reverence is all well and good, but practicality wins the hand. From the sound of it, Darvin’s the most practical choice by far. I hope he’ll be happy with his new position.”
After a moment, she smirked, “It would be fun to watch him for the first few weeks, I imagine.”
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Mar 4, 2011 0:55:17 GMT -5
He smirked, thinly, and chuckled, though much of the warmth was gone. "I suppose the old man ought be good for something... And if he can lead a Hold like he leads a Wing, it'll be drilled down tighter than riding tack - And the Holdfolk meeker than newly-winged Weyrlings. He runs a pretty close group, and doesn't tolerate much inattention on the job... Poor Holdfolk, they're never really off-duty, are they?" He laughed, thawing out of his brief chill.
"I'm not too worried, though... I suppose you make a good enough point, and he is rather practical-minded, if a bit inclined to favoritism." His tone was light, airy, as if he didn't want to commit too firmly to any greater insult than 'favoritism'.
"Tell me some about Fort? I didn't really get around, all that much."
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Post by N'la and Aereth on Mar 14, 2011 23:25:55 GMT -5
Laughing, she made a broad, sweeping gesture as her eyes gleamed, “A grandeur befitting the first Weyr on Pern! No place can compare. Whoever built it certainly had something magnificent in mind when they designed the place.”
Sighing with a nostalgic smile, she admitted, “Not that I saw it as such when I was growing up. Took my surroundings for granted. Now, living here...” she glanced around, envisioning her lost home, “I miss it. I say it was grand, and it was, even the Hatching Grounds were ornate, but the real beauty of the place was in the small details. And the people, of course. When I think that I’ll never see it again...” she trailed off, eyes distant, remembering.
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