Large and In Charge | Weyr Bowl | Afternoon

[Kaya]

15.06.02

With little effort Archith felt the wind rush into her wings as she appeared from between over her Weyr Bowl. It was a decent day, a bit cold to be honest. She was letting the strain of being away melt off as the wind tangled around her. Golden Flight Hold. At least they knew how to honor a Queen. She disliked being away from Rainbow Mists, however. It was her Weyr and the other Queens needed to be reminded of that fact. Archith was sure to be uptight about the issue until her maiden Flight confirmed her authority.

Rilora on the other hand was quite pleased from her recent visit home. Her little sisters were growing bigger every day and her brother Lor was turning out to be quite the adept crafter. She loved going home in her free time. Rilora wondered offhandedly if her hair would look better with helmet hair or wind battered as it was going to be. It was what she got for not suiting up in full riding gear and for it she was starting to shiver in the higher air. Between never helped either.

-Could you descend a bit faster, Arc? she asked, wrapping her arms around herself.

The Gold didn't reply but rather plunged down several tens of feet before leveling out again. She was going to arrive at her own Weyr on her own time. She snorted with mock irritation. Honestly she wanted to go straight to the heights to sun, but Rilora hated walking down on her own. So she swooped toward the Weyr Bowl's base and backwinged powerfully. She was showing off like a proper young Gold ought.

Last stop. Archith intoned bluntly.

Rilora chuckled without a word and patted the Gold's side before sliding off to the ground. She walked around to the dragon's head and gave Archith's eyeridges a good scratch. "Go get a nap, grumpy," Rilora insisted.

The comment miffed the Gold, who backed up and took off in a flurry of wing beats. She was going to take a nap, and not because Rilora said so!

[Jay Kitten]

Not a typical day for this one, not at all.

A young girl was rushing about the grounds, stepping quickly as her light blue dress swirled about her ankles. Her dark red hair was worn up in a fancy way her mother had shown her how to do, which let it frame her face and make her look nice and pretty. At least that was what it accomplished when she wasn't huffing and out of breath from running around.

"Oh what will I do, what will I do, Spice? I have no idea where that lady is I'm supposed to talk to, and I certainly don't want to just walk into the barracks under-prepared, do I?" The small grey fire-lizard gave her a bit of a sad chirp, he was such a downer. Lavender brushed him off of her shoulder with a bit of an annoyed roll of the eyes. He squawked and flapped off, to find a gloomy shadow to sleep under. So emotional, she thought, and just as she looked up to watch Spice leave, she noticed a glint in the air that almost blinded her momentarily. Her eyes stuck to it like glue as she saw a rather magnificent golden dragon descend, before finally landing a good ways away.

Her eyes were huge as she rushed toward the dragon, having to pinch her dress and pull it up to do so. She couldn't possibly ruin such a pretty piece of her mother's love, after all, she was so proud when that Searchrider came. But, shards! This dragon here? It made her brother's look like a kitten.

"Hello!" she called, and waved to the rider on the back of the most amazing dragon, before she slid off and the dragon took off, causing her to raise an arm to block any wind from harming her eyes.

"Ah, excuse me, miss," she said, her cheeks a bit rosy as she overcame her slight apprehension with talking to anyone at the Weyr. She hadn't been given much direction by the rider who had dropped her off, he simply told her to find Rilora or one of the other major riders in the Weyr, claimed he was busy, and disappeared.

"I'm looking for... Someone named Rilora? I was told she could help me with my Candidacy, I need to be registered and such. I've been walking around for nearly an hour with no luck... You're the first person I've asked though." Her eyes sparkled, looking upon the Queenrider with child-like wonder.

[Simile]

((I hope you guys don't mind if I join in... If you do, let me know and I'll delete this.... ^^'; or... you can just ignore K'nan. X3))

A large Bronze sunned himself in the Weyrbowl, his rider leaning against him, arms crossed, shoulder against the Bronze side. His blond hair was getting long and starting to curl over his forehead. His brown eyes were closed as he waited. He knew he should probably get going soon. He wasn't in danger of being late yet, but he was one of those kind who liked to be early.

The Weyrwoman is coming now. His Bronze informed him calmly, his head directed in the young Queen's direction. She was prideful one. Beautiful as well.

He lifted a hand to shield his eyes, watching as a Golden streak quickly descended and then leveled out, landing again. She was showing off, but she was decidedly a magnificent Queen. K'nan gave a slight smile and straightened up to show his respect to the Werywoman and her dragoness.

The Bronze watched as the Queen once more took off, showing off for sure.

The BronzeRider moved to greet the Weyrwoman, but pulled back as a girl approached her. He smiled slightly and decided to hang back with his Bronze.

The girl was a Candidate, he was certain. He wondered who had dropped her off and not truly helped her. It seemed quite wrong to him to leave someone new to the Weyr in such a way...

[Kaya]

"I am Rilora," the GoldRider stated, tone matter-of-fact, when Lavender finished speaking. "You should have asked sooner. Little confidence helps around dragonets. You'll find your Weyr legs. Do you know which Rider of mine it was that dropped you off?" Rilora asked, glancing toward the Candidate Barracks. They weren't that far from the Bowl and Hatching Sands, but they weren't marked so she knew that newcomers often got lost.

Rilora looked up at K'nan who was hanging back. A moment of relief from BronzeRider pestering, as Archith would have seen it. She would have to acknowledge him eventually. It pressed on Rilora's mind that her attitude toward suitors was becoming more like Archith's over time, and that might mean...

"K'nan," Rilora asked sharply, voice elevated, "Did you see who Searched this girl?" She had a mind to give flagrant SearchRiders a talking to about their recent lax behavior. Didn't anyone know how to handle a Candidate properly any more?

"A bit late, but I do want to know: What's your name, miss?" Rilora asked of Lavender. Perhaps a familiar question would help the situation. Names and places, dragons and colors and more names, and dates too. Rilora was relieved to be receiving a new Weyr Harper to deal with records. She had done it once as a senior weyrling for training and it was rather tiresome to track down all the new weyrlings who were incoherent and sleepy at best. Best to let someone better with people as a whole have that job.

[Jay Kitten]

"W-Well, actually, I don't recall," she stated, now realizing she had never committed his name to memory. "I think it started with an S." She frowned, and followed her gaze to a nondescript structure that she thought looked like everything else around here. The buildings were all the same to her, she didn't know where she was going or where she was, even.

"Well if it's any consolation, Miss Rilora," Lavender started after she spoke to K'nan, "he did seem awfully busy, I did not want to bother him with further requests." She was putting on her polite face, speaking nicely and with a soft voice. Her mother trained her to do so in presence of Riders, they often challenged those who were disrespectful, she was told. And Rilora did not seem like one she wanted to disrespect.

As she was questioned, though, she gulped, and brushed a bit of her hair off of her cheek. "I am Lavender, Miss," she stated, giving a small curtsy. "Sister of transfer Weyrharper V'ridian." She ended her bow and stood up straight again, hands clasped at her waist. It occurred to her that this woman may not know who her brother was yet, however she figured if that were the case it wouldn't matter much either way.

[Simile]

K'nan approached and bowed to the Weyrwoman. "I am afraid not, Werywoman," he said respectively. "He must have left her sometime before I came here. But, perhaps Embraeth has an idea.."

K'nan paused, asking his dragon. (Throwing in an NPC here...) It was DarkBlue Lakrinth's Rider. The Bronze informed his Rider from where he was sunning. He believed that the Queen was beautiful, but he also believed she needed her space. He, unlike most Bronzes, was not so flirtatious. He also gained a lot of tact from his Rider.

K'nan grimaced a little. N'rim... "It was N'rim of DarkBlue Lakrinth..." He was quite now. He looked to Lavendar. "Well met, Lavendar. Welcome to Rainbow Mists Weyr. There is no need to be timid..." He gave her a soft, comforting smile, his big brother smile. K'nan had a sister. One that was much more feisty than Lavendar, that was sure, but he still looked out for her. And for his mother...

K'nan was thinking about something. He looked at Rilora briefly, in part to see if she wished anything else of him. She deserved a break from hounding Bronze and Crimson Riders... Yes, he wanted to talk to her, but he did not want to push... But, he would remain until he was no longer needed and until this matter was well in hand.

((Sorry for the sloppy post...))

[Kaya]

"N'rim? I'll get his WingLeader to see to it," Rilora said, looking up toward the ledge where Archith certainly was, though she couldn't see her. Was it worth bothering her nap to get the messaged passed along faster? Oh. K'nan's Bronze can send messages just as well, Rilora thought. "K'nan, would you send the issue to N'rim's WingLeader when you get a chance?" It wasn't a question. She expected it to be done, and reasonably soon. "Oh, and K'nan, do you know who's on Watch duty today? We're expecting a caravan soon, so the Head Woman says."

She noted the BronzeRider's welcome speech. She wasn't particularly good at them herself. Best to let K'nan do it. "This way, then," Rilora mentioned. She swiveled to walk purposely toward the Candidate Barracks. Maybe one of these days they ought to have it labeled. Pernese were skilled enough in the stone crafting arts to have made the Weyr as nice as it was, why not a sign? Their Hatching Stands had once been mostly throw together and even part wood she'd been told. Rilora could barely believe it seeing the beautifully carved stone that graced the Hatching Sands now. Even her own weyr had some improvements the other weyrwomen told her.

"Ah, V'ridian's sister? That's nice. I wish you luck on the Sands," Rilora replied amiably. She had seen quite a bit of V'ridian's papers, yet a good deal less of the Rider himself. She wondered if his transfer papers did his character any justice. "So are you from Fort Weyr then?" she asked, glancing to the side to see if K'nan was walking with them.

[Kaya]

If Lavender had said something about her home locale it was completely lost on Rilora. She was fixated on the sign that now hung over the usually very drab Canididates' Barracks. In one respect, having to label a place that everyone should know was almost repulsive, and yet the sign was not tacky in the least. Someone had spent a good deal of time on it, and the suspicious Rider standing near by looked quite puffed up and willing to take credit for it. She sent thanks to Faranth that Archith was asleep.

She was further overwhelmed by the dynamics of the self credited illustriousness of the BronzeRider. Rilora was on track to become and already credited as the Weyr's Senior Weyrwoman, yet despite this she still found the overwhelming attention of the BronzeRiders unnerving and distinctly suspicious. Men hadn't been the forward type so much in the quaint and well mannered farming community. Her papa had always told her that a bold young'un was apt to be trouble. ...but what about not-so-young'uns?

"M'kota," she repeated lightly, about to return his greeting when a certain someone had to interject.

All BronzeRiders are trouble, Archith snorted. Rilora flinched and tried not to show her cringe from the snappy Gold's voice. Crimsons are worse. ...don't get me started on Tigers, the Gold continued. Her voice conveyed her irritation at being unable to sleep. Blame was emotionally implied toward Rilora. Yet all she could do was step back and love on her Gold and wait for her to grow out of it. Archith had said the same thing several times in return.

"Well met," Rilora finished, voice choked. She blamed Archith. Oh, that Gold...sometimes-

I could say the same about you. Get your composure together and finish what you set out to do. Archith...at least she was helpful just as often.

Rilora cleared her throat. "The Weyrling Barracks entrance isn't labeled either," she said. With any luck he'd be helpful as he was formal. It was a true pain to be scrutinized by so many at once. She couldn't ask all the questions she wanted and half of those wouldn't form words to start with.

"I'll be right back," Rilora walked on into the Barracks. She didn't look behind her. Five seconds to herself was what she needed. She couldn't take too long, unfortunately. Rilora strode into the Candidate Master's work quarters and took the list and things for writing. Each page was bound into the master book of records once it was full.

But instead of turning right back around to rejoin the others Rilora sat in the room's nicest chair. How did Lithena adapt so quickly to Weyr life? They were both Hold born and yet her sister had taken to it so much faster... Rilora felt her throat choke up again and put her head on the desk, letting out an uneven sigh.

Get up. Before they-

I KNOW, Archith. ...I know.

Rilora forced herself back up. Maybe the other weyrwomen would have advice about how to make pleasant faces.

She walked, a little less sure of herself, through the large passageway and back into the Bowl. "Lavender. Spell your name and give your last name if you have one, place of origin, age and any relevant skills you may have." Procedural work. Methodical, mindless, almost relaxing.

[Simile]

K'nan bowed to the Weyrwoman. "I will do it now, Weyrwoman Rilora," he said, giving respectful nod. He had Embraeth relay tghe message. "He's been notified." He paused again, finding out who was on Watch. After a moment, he said, "S'ran of Brown Korrith." ((NPC, again... ^^'; ))

K'nan walked with them, but instead of focusing all of his attention on Rilora, he turned to the Candidate who, he was certain, felt a bit out of sorts. "Were you also trained as a Harper, Lavender?" he asked her, his tone kind and truly interested.

He looked up as he heard someone approaching. Another BronzeRider. M'kota. He had met him already. He truly had quite the flourish about him. K'nan was certain that he could attract the heart of any Rider with his flattery if he was ever in the mind of it. But, K'nan would let him have his ways....

K'nan watched Rilora out of the corner of his eye. He grimaced a little bit. He felt bad for her. He knew she was under a lot of pressure and getting a lot of attention. He hadn't known and still wasn't sure if she liked or disliked it.

He watched he walk away into the barracks quietly and simply waited. "M'kota," he said in greeting, giving a nod.

He waited watched her walk back out with the book and turned his gaze to Lavender, giving her a small smile.

He didn't ask. He knew that it would not be best, especially in this situation.

He couldn't help but compare himself to M'kota for a moment. He was not exactly eloquent of tongue. He also felt himself more... Normal... Less regal in ways. Dignified, yes, but not regal. He considered himself down to earth, so to speak. But, then, was he really being down to earth in thinking as such.

He felt himself shift uncomfortably and returned his thoughts to what was going on at hand.

[Jay Kitten]

The smallest of the group stay back when they approached the barracks, having already seen the Bronzerider ahead of time, and, being new, decided not to trust him. She hung back, deliberately hiding herself mostly behind the Weyrwoman as she spoke to this other of her suitors, though she didn't register exactly what was going on yet. Lavender was smart, but she wasn't used to dealing with Queenriders and their arm-hanging Kingriders.

She watched with bright eyes as they spoke to one another, Rilora seemed to command with so much authority and air, yet she seemed young, about the age of her brother. She frowned slightly, and nearly jumped when K'nan spoke to her.

"O-Oh, no, not I. I am trained in Healing, a bit, but the Harper would be my brother." She spoke proudly of her family, though the jealousy stained her words when she mentioned her sibling. It subtly laced it like a seething mass of Thread underground, but it was so well under surface that only the best would be able to catch it. Innocent as always, right?

It was at about this moment that she started to realize that the two dragons these men rode were of the same hue, and things started to click, turning like little wheels in her head. She was still looking at K'nan when she made a face reserved mostly to scientists discovering new things, before she spun on her heel and brushed passed them all, following the Weyrwoman into the barracks.

Lavender nearly ran into the woman as she came out.

"Oh, yes, of course Miss, please, can I pick a room now?" she asked, sounding overly excited as she grabbed Rilora's hand and tugged her back inside. Terrible little Lavender, always putting on a face when it suited her.

She specifically went for the female barracks, knowing the men wouldn't follow her, still hopefully dragging the Weyrwoman behind her. She stopped as soon as they got into the nearest barrack dorm again, closing the door and turning around.

"Lavender, L-A-V-E-N-D-E-R, of Fort Hold, Apprentice Healer, 15 Turns, and please tell me you don't let those men do this constantly?" She had picked up on it, they were suitors and she knew. She was fifteen Turns old, and on the verge of having suitors herself, her mother had told her all about the incessant bothering of boys her age. Apparently boys Rilora's age were the same way. "You look like you'd rather not deal with them right now."

[Kaya]

Rilora resigned to being pulled along by the girl. A light smile replaced her shocked expression as they receded further into the Barracks. She was a blessing from Faranth, that was for sure. Rilora didn't see how her day had gone from a nice visit with her family to needing to be pulled away from Riders, but well...there she was.

"Yes, thank you. ...-N-D-E-R, fifteen...Fort, not to the Weyr first...and we can always use more healers," Rilora voiced quietly as she scribbled words onto the records. The girl's last comment made it clear that she was aware of the other Riders' intentions and not just excited about a room.

"I am indebted to your alertness and mercy," Rilora replied with a smile and a slight nod. "K'nan's usually friendly and personable...and manageable. He's been here from before I was Searched. Naturally I was introduced to all the higher ranking Riders once I Impressed Archith. M'koda - was that his name? - he's new. I saw his transfer papers once...maybe. Newer Riders take some getting used to."

Rilora took a moment to relax her muscles and settle back into herself. Grouchy Archith and too many BronzeRiders had a tendency to rock her world a little more than she wanted. Hopefully the Gold would be back to her usual haughty and flirty self after she woke up. The Gold had spent most of the visit to Golden Flight entertaining Rilora's youngest siblings. She had a right to feel exhausted. So did Rilora.

"I was home with my family before we arrived. I love them all so much, but the youngest ones, Rina and Breanne are absolutely exhausting. And Benjory's a bundle of energy as always. Do you and your brother have other siblings?" Rilora asked, honestly curious. She felt a tinge of guilt not remembering what she had already asked Lavender. "And we'll have to go back and deal with them eventually. I doubt they'll just up and leave. I am honestly very thankful for you, miss Lavender."

[Jay Kitten]

"A blessing in disguise, my mother always said," the girl responded with a smile, and handed the woman her papers that her brother had said she should give to the Weyrwoman when she got the chance. They were simply her Candidacy papers, written by, of course, the new Weyrharper himself. She would find that they had everything she needed on their pages. It appeared as though she had only remembered them at that moment.

"There you are. I'm sure I'll think it's just fine here, Miss. I look forward to seeing the waterfalls in person instead of just from the air." She smirked, a bit of a vicious little grin for someone like her. "And maybe harass some of the boys that are my age. I hope they take kindly to finding eggshells in their shoes." Lavender gave Rilora a bit of a wink now, though rubbed her eye after to fake as though she had something in her eye.

"Oh, family won't be much of a problem for me. My mother I will miss, my father too, but my brother is here with me and he's-" she sighed heavily and rolled her eyes- "all I could ask for. No more siblings other than him, though." To be honest, she did love her brother as any sister should, but she did tire of his antics and incessant babying all the time. He tended to treat her as though she was a child to be looked after, something she would dispel when she hopefully Impressed to a lovely dragoness. Or perhaps dragon? She wouldn't know until it happened.

"So am I free to take this room, or must I go down the hall even more?" They were in the second-to-last room on the right. Just like her room at home, oddly enough. Of course, across the hall was always her brother, in here it would just be more Candidates.

[Kaya]

Rilora took the papers almost absentmindedly, she'd been dealing with so many papers as of late. She paused, however, and tried to get a good grasp of Lavender's story with the Weyr. Sometimes Candidacy papers had interesting or - best of all - funny tidbits. Though it wasn't particularly funny, she did chuckle at the comment left by the SearchRider. Well, it was a Harper who wrote up her papers. Rilora smiled.

"If you're free sometime in the future, I'll take you to see my favorite waterfall," Rilora grinned, seeing some of her sibling's spunk in this girl. Seems they both knew how to handle themselves as ladies. Perhaps Rilora was already learning something: don't be flustered. Just be commanding. "It'd give the boys a break from your tricks."

"Well, there's Riders going in and out of here all the time. It's a regular travel hub. Though it's probably slow compared to a Runner Station. Guess it depends on your perspective. I'd recommend going and visiting your folks every now and then though, if you can swing it. Sometimes it's nice to be a kid again for a day and let mom do the laundry, if you know what I mean," Rilora finished, thinking back to her own visit this morning. Exhausting. Completely worth it.

"This room?" Rilora looked around it slowly. "It's a triple, like most rooms. I think it's empty, but the dragons are out more often now considering my Archith..." Rilora left that sentence for Lavender to finish on her own. "You're certainly welcome to it. I'll just jot down your spot on the way out. It's the Weyrling Barracks that they're more strict about rooming assignments, dragon sizes and all, you see." Rilora still had a light smile clinging to her face. It looked like this Candidate was going to adjust to Weyr life just fine. If only she could say the same of herself...

[Jay Kitten]

"Well trickery has it's ups and downs, just like everything else," she replied, one finger playing with the ribbon that held the right side of her hair back out of her face. She ran it down into her locks and twisted a few strands about her finger. "But definitely more ups than downs. As for the waterfall, that sounds most lovely, I will have to have V'ridian fetch me a bathing suit, I don't really have one... Swimming isn't something I am particularly fond of, however I have already heard some things about the pools around here, and I'm interested enough."

She silently wondered to herself if V'ridian was fairing as well as she was here, she had thought she had seen Cirryyth nearby earlier, he seemed to be heading towards the rider's weyrs, so she hadn't tried to wave him down or anything. That brother of her's was always pushing him around, telling him to do things; she felt rather bad for him some times. Cirryyth had once told her that he didn't mind V'ridian's bossy attitude with chores, it had a tendency to round out his lazier attitude.

"As much as I would love my mother's help with chores, she isn't much for them. No, she made V'ridian and I do just about everything, claimed she was "teaching us how to be grown-ups". Fat chance that it did, I think it only taught her how to be more lazy. Maybe when I have children of my own some day, I'll do the same? It's a great plan, really, if you're one for dodging work..." She seemed to pause, scheming out her little moment of mischief to herself.

With a small curtsy to the woman, she gave her respect and smiled. "That is lovely, thank you Miss Rilora. I will have V'ridian bring my things from home as soon as I get a chance to bother him again. He shouldn't be too busy yet, I doubt you've asked him to do much yet, but please do pile on some work for that boy, he mustn't be allowed to be too lax, he will certainly walk all over your plans if it means he can skip out on writing something down. He hates words, of that I'm certain, he much prefers notes of the musical sort."

Lavender scratched her head, allowing her hand to fall and rest on her chin for a moment as she seemed to ponder something. Whatever it was, she didn't bother sharing, and soon enough she was back to smiling, hands behind her back.

[Kaya]

Leave the tricks to the tricky, Rilora supposed. She was happy to show Lavender around the outer parts of the Weyr, just at a more relevant moment. "There are some pools that have shallow banks if you're not overly fond of swimming. Some folks just dip their legs in. Lovely spot for lunch, next to a small pool. Waterfall isn't too loud, usually isn't too crowded, seeing as it's a little harder to take the effort to drag food out there. Gotta fly straight since it's surrounded by trees and is close to the ground. Smallest ones you can't even fly there -- gotta walk."

Rilora noted the amount of time they might have been talking. It was about the appropriate time to scribble down the door number and get Lavender back to the Bowl, or perhaps part ways with the girl. The Bronzes needed placating after all. She was calmed herself and didn't want to leave them ruffled.

"Not my mom. I'm the second eldest of eight. Always lots to do at my home," Rilora commented, stretching before she made the announcement that they ought to leave. She picked up the book from the dresser again and glanced at the door. F7. Nice room for a nice girl. Hopefully the others who moved in would be good matches.

"Trust me, V'ridian will have quite enough to do. Weyr Harper's job to teach the children the songs, or at least assist the other Harpers," Rilora started as she began walking toward the door. Time to go. "Hatching records, getting the updates from the Weyrling and Candidate Masters...lots to do," she grinned. "I do need to be getting back. I'm sure I can manage now, thanks to you miss Lavender. Should I leave you to settle? Would you like Archith to relay a message to your brother?"