Koroth stomped about her chosen patch of flagstones, taking only small mounts of comfort in squelching any signs of greenery (no doubt missed by weyrbrats using the smoke as an excuse to not properly do their chores) into non-existence and kicking pebbles out of her way, unconcerned with the directions in which they flew. Everyone else gets to fly off and fight this fire-beast and I'm stuck here she glared back at her wings, far from capable of flight, her faceted eyes whirring a mixture of upset, angry, and distressed colors.
"I know it isn't, dear one." A'radil sighed, looking up at the blurry vision of Rukbat. His eyes had long since settled into a mild discomfort, almost as if having given up on constant stinging. He looked back to his dragon, understanding her frustration, but wishing that she would focus and listen to what he had to say. But he couldn't blame her. It was in her blood to rise to a challenge and she was stuck on the ground with only menial tasks in her future. "And you're not the only one stuck in the Weyr. Your siblings are also too small to fly." He only got a grumble in response as she kicked another Pebble particularly hard.
Nonononono! Cyanee sighed lightly as she walked, her two firelizards following. The ever planning Blue was now have conflicts with himself on how to properly execute plans he was planning while including this new issue in them. It was not going well. Cyanee didn’t understand at all, some things he could take and work around them, but still others made him break down and become furious at nothing. She couldn’t understand at all. However, it didn’t stop her from seeking out the Blue, she had to manage that.
No! You stay there. I’ll figure this out. Find people to help out. Maybe a Weyrleader or something. Yes. Zigbrieth was in one of his moods again, and Cyan was the sort to just go with it. He was really a very spoiled dragon. Not that either of them would admit it. So Cyan stopped and looked around, to see what was what. There were always people around so it was never a problem finding someone to at least ASK if they needed help in some way. She looked around to see what was going on currently, and the Sunset and Brick around her settled down on her shoulders. The pair always got on well with each other. She looked over and spotted another Weyrling with his young dragon, and she looked rather displeased with something. Maybe? She went over to the Weyrling to offer her services. She noted, he was older than her, by a fair bit, but she had to ask anyway.
“Excuse me, can I help with anything?” Cyanee didn’t look like the sort of person who could help, especially compared to the person she was addressing. She was slight, merely average height, and was wearing short sleeves so it was possible to see the group of scars on her arms. Her knots called her a Sr Weyrling, but that was all. She didn’t say much else, but looked vaguely hopeful that she could do something here.
A'radil was about to sit down as Koroth turned her little wedge-shaped head to look past him before harrumphing and continuing on her tantrum. Here comes another higher-ranked Weyrling younger than you. The citrine weyrling winced at the undertones of malice in her voice. He'd have to watch out for her when she got old enough to Rise.
He squinted into the haze as the figure got closer and clearer, quickly recognizing the newcomer as a Sr. Weyrling, her dragon was blue so far as he could remember, though he knew little else about her. He gave a slight grin as she asked her question "Only if you can make dragonets grow faster." he returned his gaze to Koroth as he chuckled. "She wants to battle the flames, but thinks that means she has to be able to fly to them. I keep trying to explain to her that there's plenty of help to be done here, but she won't listen to it." he shrugged and ran his hand through his hair.
"Speaking of which, any new news? Haven't heard much besides the rumors of what course of action we'll be taking."
Cyan smiled at the other weyrling. Despite the bad mood of his dragon, it looked like he had a good demeanor. She was vaguely familiar with him, she recognized the black-hazed Citrine from the hatching but largely didn’t know him. Good enough time to find out. Zigbrieth didn’t seem to notice that she was going to be more chatting then helping out, but the Blue wouldn’t want to stop her from making connections.
“Sorry, I’m all out of magic potions for that.” She chuckled lightly but shifted to looking more serious. “I haven’t heard much, at least for what the Weyrlings can do. My brother has been… discussing the ways to help from the Aerie end though.” Her smile twitched up again. If he knew Cr’wean, he would know that what she actually meant was that he’d been complaining about what he had to do. “It sounds like the Healers are going to have their hands full.” She had heard Cr’wean go on about how smoke inhalation was going to be causing problems, and all manner of other ailments. She wasn’t familiar with some of the things he talked about, but she did get an earful about staying inside more to keep healthy. She would try and help him out, as she didn’t want him to get more stressed then usual. He was always like that.
We should arrange to help with delivering of healer’s supplies. I’ll arrange it through Kiyosh. The distracted Blue broke in, before immediately contacting the Lifewing. Cyan considered the Blue’s tone and judged he was calming down somewhat. Still rather up in arms about his schedule though. Still, at least he was better. She returned her attention.
A'radil gave a small smile at the girl's joke beofre slipping back into his more serious face. Help from the Aerie? He hadn't met her brother that he knew of, but he now knew he was a Lifewing Rider. He really did need to meet more people, if only to get a better handle on relations and connections within the Weyr. He was a Rider again, afterall.
"I haven't heard much." His tone reflected the serious look on his face, "Just that Junior Weyrlings will be staying back at the Weyr to help, since our dragons are obviously too small for flight." Koroth snorted.
I could fly if they'd let me. she shot, her frustrations only barely dwindling as her interest faded due to lack of anything coming from it. I'd be the best one out there, just you wait.
A'radil gave a slight shake of his head with a sigh. "I didn't think it was possible for such a small dragon to have such a large ego. I just hope they find something for us to do before she gets any 'bright' ideas."
Cyan nodded dimly. They would want the junior weyrlings back at the weyr, she knew that feeling. She pondered for a moment before looking a touch hopeful.
“You know, I’ve been trying to keep useful around her since I impressed. I could tell you some things I do to keep busy, if you wanted something to do.” She smiled faintly. “Zigbrieth always wants be to be doing something you know. Even when there were those heavy rains a while back, we had to be doing something to help.”
Zigbrieth made a dissatisfied noise. That wasn’t why he got her out and about! She needed to be seen helping out and that would propel them upward in everyone’s estimation. Did she not ever listen to his explanations? Eventually he would have to teach her how to press that advantage. She was far too willing to just go with things, never imposing her own opinion. Well, except for when people could get hurt. The Blue’s tail whipped around, agitated at this train of thought. He would make plans to fix that.
As for his comment on his dragon’s ego, well she merely smiled. Zigbrieth was quite forceful and said nearly whatever he wanted without a filter. So she understood the small dragon, big personality confusion. But of course, she loved him anyway. Just like the other weyrling loved his dragon.