The Queen is Coming {Rilora/T'kar/Rekkora/Open}

[Simile]

|74.11.16|Weyrbowl|Midday|
((Please note that until I get home, all dragon speech with be marked as such {speech}))

A dragoness stood still in the Weyrbowl of Sky Mountain Weyr, silently bidding it all adieu as her eyes scanned over it all, swirling with a mixture of both sadness and excitement. She was leaving her home where she had grown and where she had known so many dragons for so long. She was going to be leaving this all behind. And she wasn't going to be sad about it either. Because things woudl get a lot better.

You see, here she never had a chance at any sort of leadership or love as a leader. She was a queen and she deserved the prestiege of a Queen and that was what she was going to get. She was sure that upon her arrival, the entire Weyr would be awaiting her, ready to take these annoying bags which were weighing her down for the time being as they prepared to depart for their new home - Rainbow Mists Weyr. it would be Midday by the time they arrived at Rainbow Mists Weyr, that she already knew. Her rider had let her know, but she was too busy fantasizing about all the kings and males would fawn over her and how even the Queen's mate would turn his attention on her and be dazzled by her incredible rainbow hide and shining colors. She was sure they had never seen a rainbow quite so glorious as her. She spread her wings as if showing off for them, though they could not yet see her. Cut it out Orikaeth. We aren't there for anyoen to admire you yet... of course you have caught the eye of a few kings around here this morning. Retny said affectionately to her dragoness, walking up with the last pack and patting her great multi-colored leg.

{I am just that fabulous! I'm sure they're all waiting on baited breath for us to arrive! After all, what is more spectacular than a full grown mighty rainbow dragoness in the skies?!}The dragoness' tone was almost dreamy. She was going somewhere where she would be one of two queens - well three if you counted that that... Abyss. The thought of her made the Rainbow hiss and lash her tail. How could such a thing exist agian! It shouldn't. Dark Mists Weyr was dead. Dead and if it wasn't... she would be certain that it was. She would do what was necessary to protect Pern and her knew home. They would see what this little Abyss had to offer. At least she had not done anything yet. She lashed her tail again and then her mind turned to happier thoughts such as greens wanting to talk toh er and give hre attention and making starlights jealous and even making the gold jealous! That could be qutie fun!

Retny grinned. She was sure to get her own attention. She thought herself a rather rare beauty compared to many women. but, beyond that, she was serious about leading and about having fun. She was going to make the most of this change and that was for certain. Maybe she would even find something entirely worthwhile other than just trying to help the Weyrwoman run a successful and strong Weyr. After all, RMW, was the center of Pern's cultural changes right now and such a young Weyrwoman could nto be expected to do it on her own. Not that Retny had much room to talk as she was equally young. But they could do better together. she couldnt' wait to meet Rilora. It was going to be very itneteresting and she was determined to make it very fun.

The Rainbow knelt for her rider who climbed up the great multi-colored leg into the riding straps and made sure all was secured as needed before giving the order for her dragoness to take off. With a roar of triumph, the rainbow did jsut that, leaving eyes on the ground looking up at her retreating form which then blinked Between. One... Two... Three... And they blinked back into reality below a warm sun over a tropical Rainbow Mists Weyr which was qutie different than the windy peeks and cold of Sky Mountain's high reaches. The falls were beautiful and the rainbows... Well the rianbow dragon thought they accented her nicely as they flew ever closer to the Weyr itself.

She began her downward spiral, quick at firs then slower and lazier, trying to show off her grace as she touched down, sending a puff of dust out as she backwinged and landed smoothly.

Where was the fanfare, the waiting kings and browns and like sized dragons - the greens waiting to talk to her, the starlights waiting to be jealous of her. Hmph! The dragoness snorted irritably, but Retny simply patted her. "Be calm my love. It is not as if they knew when we were coming. Nor do they know us. I think we were expecting too much fanfare..." Retny undid her straps and slid down.. She would need help with these bags though, and finding the weyr where she would be living from here on out. She looked up. It must be after noon already here... or close to. It was an odd feeling, having left a much differetn time behind her at Sky Moutain Weyr on the Northern continent in the East.

Orikaeth, inform the queen of our arrival.

Orikaeth nodded her great head. {Hello. I am Rainbow Orikaeth and me and my Retny have just now arrived.} The queen said, though she was not targeting the mind of the gold, but rather, not caring who heard... in fact, hoping many heard and many would come. As well as hoping that some drudges or caverns workers would show up to help with these bags. she was NOT carrying them all herself. she refused to!

Retny sighed. Orikaeth...

[Shoki]

Burn was clinging to R’le’s tunic, his nose just barely starting to peek out from the rider’s back. The Flame flitter shook his head after getting a nose full of air rushing by and buried his head into R’le’s back. R’le chuckled, and reached back to pat the flitter’s head. Burn was always attached to R’le when he went flying, but rather didn’t like to fly about himself. It was odd, he supposed, but he didn’t think of it that much. He just kinda always had a buddy to fly with. Besides Quiorith of course. The Cloud was going into a dive, which R’le recognized as Quiorith’s favorite way to start a series of loops. A wide grin spread across his face. This was why he was such a flight addict.

Hmm? The Cloud suddenly tilted his wings to the side, gracefully pulling out of the dive. R’le followed the dragon’s gaze toward the Weyr, and a bright collection of colors that had appeared there. Quiorith was listening to an introduction, and was paying close attention, if only because dragons talking to him, even generally wasn’t very common. R’le waited a bit, just trying to get a better look. Too many colors for a Sunset, or Flame, so that must mean… Orikaeth and hers have just arrived. Hers is Retny, if you would like to know.

“Rainbow, right?” Quiorith nodded once, and R’le was all grins. “Well, we better go and introduce ourselves, after all, we can always use more friends.”

Is that okay though? We aren’t really-

“Come on, we got to be polite!” Quiorith’s mood couldn’t quite dampen R’le’s so the Cloud changed course to the Bowl, which was no doubt the destination of the new transfer. R’le, per usual saw no reason not to say hi to any person he wanted to. They got closer, and R’le mentally prodded Quiorith, who had to think for a moment before speaking.

Hello Orikaeth. I am Quiorith. Me and mine are very glad to see you and yours. Quiorith’s mind voice tended to be quiet in general, but right now it was more like it was the right volume, but just not very substantial. Just right for a Cloud. On Quiorith’s back, the moment he could see Retny properly he gave her a friendly wave, and a grin. The pair had to focus on picking a nice out of the way spot to land and then R’le could greet her properly, but that was easy. After hanging out in the jungle so much, he honestly felt that Quiorith landing in the Bowl was way too easy. Still, Burn would be happy to be on the ground. In fact, the moment they touched down, the Flame flitter skittered to R’les shoulder and started nibbling on his collar.

“Oi, none of that.” R’le got a bit of meat out of his bag and easily handed it to the flit, who was grateful to have something on which to chew. That settled he slipped off and got ready for a proper introduction.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Having completed drill a few hours ago, T’kar was just finishing oiling Ancalanath, with assistance from Star, Boot, and Shadow, when The RR Flame suddenly raised his head and glanced over and down, towards the WeyrBowl. T’kar, Rainbow Orikaeth of Retny has arrived.

“Put your nose back in reach and when I finish rubbing the oil in, then we can head down there and say hello,” T’kar responded, rolling his eyes.

Ancalanath heaved a massive sigh and complied. As soon as T’kar had rubbed the oil in, the RR Flame crouched down, so that his rider could re-attach the straps.

“Star, Boot, Shadow, straps to Ancalanath,” T’kar said, wiping the oil off his hands and quickly replacing his oil-spotted shirt with a new, clean one. His pants, well, those were perfectly acceptable, it wasn’t like he was greeting a group of Lord Holders or anything like that. He fed some meat to the three flitts as he started attaching the straps that they had laid out on Ancalanath. It had taken a little bit of time to teach them that trick, Boot had used to just try and steal, then gnaw on, them.

“Let’s go then,” T’kar said, climbing quickly into place and settling. The three flitts, Crimson black-hazed Brick, and Black, all started flying in a circle above his head, chirping excitedly. Obviously, they thought he was going somewhere interesting. “Just the WeyBowl, sillies,” T’kar said, as Ancalanath sprang straight into the air. For this short a flight, the RR Flame didn’t bother to go between, and soon he had settled down right near Quiorith and the newly arrived Rainbow. She seemed small for a Queen, not much larger than him, but then, he had to admit that he had Archith on his mind.

Greetings, Rainbow Orikaeth. Welcome to RMW. I am Ancalanath. Weyrwoman Rilora and Gold Archith should be here shortly. Ancalanath settled down as he finished speaking, so that T’kar could slide off.

“Aiming to steal her heart already?” T’kar asked R’le in a teasing aside as he came up beside the other rider. Of course, he could see the other man’s reasoning, for Retny was definitely good looking. Casually, he leaned against Ancalanath’s head, which his RR Flame buddy was resting partially on the ground, and scanned the general area, looking for some sign of Rilora and Archith.

[Kaya]

Rilora sat at her desk looking quietly at the book that rested there gently. Problematic at best, and at worst-? She hadn't finished thinking about the worst. Bel, about a Turn old now, was curled in her lap and purring loudly. It was one of the few things that made the woman feel better in the last few days. She'd been trying to figure out how to play her cards, and with a Junior Queen coming into the mix...Rilora just hoped she wasn't too pushy. This wasn't a matter to be involved in lightly. She needed to speak to T'kar and D'gan, the ones she trusted. Maybe even R'le, but not this new girl. They knew nothing about her yet. Just what the papers said and the nice letter from the Weyr from a Rider she didn't know. She stroked Bel's fur, still trying to balance between sorting through it all and retaining her composure.

Archith was flying watch on the north western shore, her Rider's tense mood spilling over onto her. She shared the feeling of a particularly nice gust of wind in her wings, and Archith felt Rilora relax a little. It wasn't often that she was the one taking this role, she reflected, aware of the strangeness of their moods. Usually...Archith was the passionate one that needed a little relaxing breeze sent her way.

Ancalanath...? Archith contacted him lightly. He should be done with drills but there were days when particular Riders needed extra attention.

Thanks,

You should go for a walk in the clear weather. It's not often lately that it isn't raining. The air will clear your head. ...works for me.

It's not like you to give so much advice, Rilora smiled, placing Bel on the floor and standing up.

Well, you need it today. Don't expect it to become a regular thing.

Rilora kept her smile and started to walk towards the outside stairs out of her weyr. When she reached the ledge she looked down to see a rather colorful dragon in her Bowl. She was...really small compared to Archith. ...and why hadn't Archith-

The Rainbow's here. ...talking to Quiorith it seems. ...oh, and there's Ancalanath too.

Huh, didn't contact me yet. Should I turn around?

No, I can greet them. Maybe I'll get that walk with company...I hope that works out, a bit of uneasiness floated through her mind, Besides, the wind in your face helps me.

"Hail!" Rilora called from her place still on the stairs. There were quite a few to get down from her weyr to the Bowl level.

[Cait]

Despite having used a cool, damp cloth to cleanse herself after the early morning exertions--which she found quite disgusting, especially in this unimaginably cloying heat--Rekkora still felt sticky and covered in grit. No matter what she did, aside from laying perfectly still in the darkest corners of the lower caverns, she couldn't keep cool in the insane heat of a Southern Continent summer. Winter had been utterly delightful, especially for a girl used to a far cooler climate, but in the midst of summer, she was hopeless and melting at all hours of the day and night. This made for a rather cranky young Queenrider, which of course meant that her already rumor-worthy lifemate wasn't in the best of moods either.

The young blonde was changing her tunic for the umpteenth time since the morning, refusing to wear something that was stained with sweat when the rapidly growing Abyss that lay curled on her couch hissed her dark head rising and the gold streaks catching the light of the glows in the room. Frowning, Rekkora pulled the tailored gray tunic over her head and smoothed it with her hands even as she looked over at the young dragon.

A strange Queen has just announced her arrival...I think she means for us to...venture...inspect...seek...

"Greet?" Rekkora offered as she grabbed the thin black leather belt from the end of her cot and slung it around her waist, fingers brushing over the tooled design of intertwined vines and flowers. From the rather decorative belt hung a pair of matching knives sheathed in black and detailed with gold, a gift from an old woman who seemed to have become the girl's family and trusted friend in this overheated, sweaty mess of a place.

She didn't say as much, but yes.[/i][/b]

Rekkora wrinkled her nose and heaved a dramatic sigh; this was her break before she had to go back to listening to the Weyrlingmaster spread hateful memories of the only other dragon of Sunvoiath's coloring as they learned about the Weyr Wars. It was almost too much to bear and the young woman could feel herself become more and more bitter with each negative comment made about Valorith and her rider. In fact, some days she wanted to scream. Surely there had been sinister brown or blue or pink riders out there at some point in the history of Pern, so then why was it that because of one--though there had only been one--woman's disastrous choices, was her Sunvoiath scorned and scowled at?

Taking a deep breath and having half a mind to simply forgo greeting this "strange queen", Rekkora closed her eyes and counted silently to ten before realizing that like so many things, being a Queenrider was not what she thought it would be. Since the hatching feast she hadn't lazed about wearing fine clothing and jewels once--not that that had been what she'd thought would happen--and whether it was because she was young or because of the Abyss, people didn't seem as readily trusting of her as she'd originally thought they would be. After all, a Queen and her rider served the weyr explicitly, didn't they?

"Fine!" Rekkora hissed, though Sunvoiath had already uncoiled heself and was now stretching. By the time her rider reached the door, the Abyss was close behind and the pair slipped into the unforgiving midday sun. With a bit of effort, the blonde donned an expression that might have been considered friendly if you squinted just right. The Abyss made no such effort and wad with a fluid grace that belied her young age as she cast a critical eye on the Rainbow; just because she was some foreign Queen didn't excuse her from the scrutiny of the Weyr's youngest though no longer newest royal.

She is...[/i][/b]

For once Sunvoiath didn't bother fishing for a word and simply issued a rattling hiss in place of a verbal opinion. The new Queen was covered in a garish array of colors and seemed just a touch too eager to be fawned over, and young and self-centered thing that she was, the Abyss didn't appreciate the competition. However, aside from that initial reaction, another reason for her lack of words was that she momentarily withheld her judgment until she could learn more.

When Rilora called out from the stairs, Rekkora blinked and, slowing her pace to a crawl. Perhaps she could delay the greeting of this interloper under the pretenses of waiting for Rilora. Deciding that it was a perfectly acceptable course of action, Rekkora veered off towards the stairs and waited at the bottom for the Weyrwoman, smiling as the woman reached the bottom. Sunvoiath, trailed along behind Rekkora then stretched again though this was more just a display of her striking hide than anything as she was quick to unfurl her wings and show off the largest tangle of gold markings on her left wing.

Why is it so Sharding hot?! A dragon might as well lay her eggs out in the open as on the Sands in this weather! Already Rekkora could feel the sweat trickle down her back and longed for the cool darkness of her weyr

[Simile]

The Rainbow preened a bit to show of for the males, turning her head towards for the Cloud. {Greetings Quiorith. It is a pleasure to meet you. You and yours are quite a handsome pair.} She looked him over. Blue was such a lovely color. It was too bad that most kings didn't wear it.... of course, the RR Flame here did. Mmmm.... and he was handsome.

The Rainbow turned her gaze to the RR Flame, the Weyrking, if she was correct. {Thank you. It is good to meet you Ancalanath.}

Retny smiled and inclined her head to each rider in turn, though her eyes lingered a little longer on R'le. He was tall. She liked a man who was taller than her - it was hard to come by. She looked back at her Rainbow who had caught site of something that upset her... the Abyss Weyrling. Retny schooled her face quickly. She was no more a fan of the abyss color than her dragon was. The resurgence of such a color could not mean anything good. At least as far as she was concerned.

Thank goodness Rilora arrived then. "Hail Rilora! It has been a long time!" she called with a grin and a bit of a laugh. She recalled meeting Rilora some time ago. Not that they knew each other well or anything of the sort. But at least they had met at one point or another. She gave a smile to the two men and patted her dragon who was now ignoring the little abyss nuisance and her blonde harlot rider - or that was her dragon's thoughts. She was just as vain as an Abyss was if you asked Retny - not that she liked the abyss any better. but that wasn't a reason to take it out on teh rider... at least not right now. Not until they screwed up. "It is good to be here. It is a lovely Weyr - though, i will admit, quite warm for my blood."

[Shoki]

Quiorith’s eyes were suddenly colored with embarrassment, and he looked uncomfortable. He wasn’t good with talking like this. The Rainbow seemed so graceful with words and compared to his long pauses to bring up words he liked she was much better. If only they were talking about flying. Thank you, but I think that I don’t really compare around here. The Cloud looked up to note Ancalanth, and he thought he caught sight of Sunvioath too. Compared to them, and especially compared to Orikeath, he was almost gray and colorless. He was fine with that. His friends were allowed to be outstanding in that way. He was content with that.

R’le gave a short chuckle before turning back to T’kar. “You are either vastly under or over estimating me, I can’t tell.” The rider looked toward the Queenriders as they started to converse and added quietly, “Don’t complain too much, I’m still all on my lonesome. You don’t want me to be old uncle R’le, the forever single bachelor.” R’le was pretty set on finding that one gal for him, and unless he had reason to think differently every gal to be that one. He watched the Queen riders again and looked thoughtful. Either way, he would make sure he was friends with everyone, but if there was more there… R’le pushed the thoughts away. Step one was always introductions and for now, he had another potential friend in the Weyr. That was enough for now.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Archith? The new junior Queen, Rainbow Orikaeth, has arrived.

Ancalanath returned his focus to Orikaeth, arching his neck slightly. It is my pleasure to meet you.

T’kar returned Retny’s head nod with one of his own. The appearance of Abyss Sunvioath and her rider, one of the Candidates sent in from Ice Stone Weyr, a Rekkora Castor, seemed to distract the new Queenrider for a moment; T’kar got the impression that the woman wasn’t all that fond of what she saw, though she masked it quickly. He might have found some way to inquire, but Rilora’s arrival interrupted his train of thought.

T’kar greeted Rilora with an abbreviated bow. Retny appeared to know her from somewhere, if her greeting was any indication, so T’kar leaned back against Ancalanath’s leg to let them get reacquainted.

“But you’d make such a great uncle,” T’kar whispered back to R’le, his eyes grinning, even if his mouth didn’t do more than twitch. “All the kids would love you.”