Coordinate: Airforce and Infantry (Moo-L'ras/open)

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

3075.08.19 | late dinner time | starts in T’kar’s weyr, then goes to dining room

Scribble.

Scratch.

Scribble. Scratch, scratch, scribble.

T’kar stared at the paper, absently twirling his pen around as he thought.

Totally not the way to work this...

He stared at the paper for a little longer, then re-dipped the pen in the ink and resumed writing. It would be the perfect way to test coordination between the two groups, but it did depend on how far along the Weyrlings were. He knew the Wherlings were up for it, but that was because he and Ancalanath, along with a few other riders, were still assisting with the Wherling training, and he had already had them practice the communication tricks. The overflying of the forest to provide broad direction had been the hardest on both groups, but if it could be made to work…

L’ras is in the dining hall.

T’kar laughed quietly.

In that case, I’ll head down there.

Teth, could you L’rasYours that T’karMine will be there shortly?

T’kar strode into the dining hall, eyes scanning the room, searching for L’ras’s familiar face.

“Hey L’ras!” he called, spotting the Weyrling Master. “I think you’ll like this.”

[Moo]

Raising his head from his kill, Teth licked his muzzle clean of blood and listened to the message. The colorful words in his mind came from the King Flame. Ancalanath, if he remembered correctly - which he often did.

I shall inform him.

Chewing down on the mass of herdbeast he had in his mouth, Teth rumbled notes of pleasure and reached out to his rider's mind. He, too, was eating dinner - though Teth was certain it wasn't as great as the tendon he was currently biting through. In fact, he was more than certain that it wasn't. But that was neither here nor there.

Heads up. The Weyrleader…Oh, this is really very good…

L'ras froze midway between bites as he received the broken message. Absently, he lowered his spoon back into the bowl of stew. Beg your pardon?

Ah, sorry. T'kar is on his way. He wishes to speak to you.

It was at that moment that the Weyrleader strode into the hall and called out for him. Well, that's faster than expected. Sensing that his dinner was about to be put on hold a little while longer, L'ras took a swallow of water and pushed his plate back. He was as close to being finished as he would ever be, anyway.

"Weyrleader T'kar!" he replied back, his loud voice carrying over the hall with ease. He waved him over with a hand, then moved his seat further down to accommodate the new company. He was a young man, certainly not the youngest he had heard of to become Weyrleader - but he had a knack for flying and a good head on his shoulders, and was always a welcome sight.

"Come, join me. To what do I owe this pleasure?" He noticed the sheet in the Kingrider's hands and tried not to stare too much before he was shown. "What have you got there?" he asked, his mind beginning to jump ahead to potential topics.

"Is this something about the Weyrlings?"

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’kar laughed and ambled over. He always enjoyed those seemingly rare times when he and the Weyrling Master got to talk without getting interrupted by one or another duty or emergency.

“This?” T’kar asked, raising the paper and grinning. “This, L’ras, is quite possibly the most evil, diabolical, dastardly, and epically fun possible lesson for combining forces between your Weyrlings and Dalonia’s Wherlings. It’s still in the roughed out stage, because I wasn’t sure where exactly the Weyrlings were.”

T’kar set the paper on the table. He’d drawn a quick map in the corner, a sketch of part of the forest.

“The general idea is to…” reaching out, T’kar intercepted a glass of wine and took a sip. “Put something out, not too far away from the Weyr, and then have the Weyrlings play aerial scouts for the Wherlings, relay commands dragon to wher.”

T’kar grinned. “The real catch would be if, maybe, there were a group of us out there waiting for them, make it a large-scale combat and evasion practice.”

“What do you think? Sound fun?” Yes T’kar should probably have finished his paperwork instead, but, some ideas just had to be acted on before you forgot them.

[summerrain]

((Hope you don't mind me dropping in.))

Wynah had been lying on her stomach on her bed, feet in the air, reading a scroll and munching on some jerky when the little thing appeared. He wasn't hers, but she knew what a Brick flit liked. Still, she wasn't prepared for him to take not only her jerky, but the scroll as well, and flew out the door o the Candidates barracks. She shot up with an indignant noise, that jerky had been from her last hunt! And that scroll was only borrowed, she had to return it in the morning! She chased after the blasted creature, who twittered happily.

She chased him all the way through the halls to the dining room, yelling at the beast. She didn't even notice the Weyrleader and Weyrling Master, being too focused on getting her things back from the Brick who just loved to torment her. He stopped above the table near the Weyrleader.

"Get back here you!" Wynah yelled at him. "Those are mine!" She snatched the jerky from the Brick, but was more careful with the scroll. "And that I have to return tomorrow undamaged, if you don't mind!" Eventually the Brick let go of the scroll and vanished between before Wynah could get her hands on him.

"Shards!" she muttered, smoothing out the crumpled edges of the scroll. "I can never get any work done any more..." Just then she realized that there were other people nearby, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry!" Wynah said quickly. "I was trying to read up on the history of the Weyr War when that Brick came in and stole both the scroll and my snack." She was a little flustered, not used to people seeing her lose control like that. "I hunted and prepared the meat myself, you see..." The Weyrleader should remember that, because of her self-defence skills, she was allowed to go into the jungle unescorted. She didn't really know the Weyrling Master, though, having not really needed to meet him.

"Oh. I'm Wynah. Wynah Riverborn," she said, introducing herself to him. "You're the Weyrling Master, right? Hopefully we'll be seeing more of each other soon. In lessons, I mean." Obviously, with Orikaeth's Clutch so close to Hatching, it would make sense, if she Impressed. Which, as a Candidate, she was hoping to do.

[Moo]

L'ras leaned in and studied the paper with an increasing curiosity. As T'kar explained his plan

"Oh…Oh, I see!" His own grin began to turn into something utterly mischievous. "Very ingenious, T'kar. With the surge in new wherling handlers, relationships between the two groups would be an invaluable resource to cultivate." He looked over to the Weyrleader. "This is a really brilliant idea! I don't know why we haven't tried this sooner."

Mirroring his action of drinking, L'ras reached for his own glass of water and took a swallow. Clearing his throat, he continued. "Now, I do have a few questions to ask before we put this into motion. First, we would have to determine who would belong in the third group. In your opinion, should we bring the Kings along for size differentials? Or would they be best left at the Weyr to protect the Queens?"

He paused to collect his thoughts. "Next, we would have to select a good time for the exercise. Night would be best for the whers, but bad for the Riders. And if this is taking place in the jungle, it would be best to sweep through before --"

All of a sudden there was yelling all around the dining hall, and L'ras looked up, startled, as a young Candidate appeared beside him. He blinked, in the midst of recovering his usual calm demeanor, and offered the girl a small smile as she ran through her explanation.

"You're perfectly alright, no need to apologize," supplied L'ras, his mind running through the list of names for the new Candidates. Unfortunately, he hadn't put any faces to the names, and so he was drawing a blank. He decided to keep listening for -- ah, there it was.

He nodded a confirmation to her question. "Miss Riverborn, you are correct in that assumption. My name is L'ras Seibel. It's a pleasure to meet you." His smile grew wider as she continued to speak. "Yes, I hope we do as well. But you know," he said, and leaned closer as if sharing a secret, "if the Candidate Master doesn't have any objections, you would be more than welcome to visit before you stood on the Sands for your dragon. My door is always open if you have any questions, or if you would like to get a jump on your reading."