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Post by claire on May 29, 2011 13:19:48 GMT -5
In the mere candlemark since they had first blinked out of between in the skies over Dalibor, a surprising amount of progress had been made. They had made their presence known to all the important people, found their own personal weyr - where Nadderth was currently making himself at home - and found out various other minutinae such as where the baths were and what time dinner was at...or lunch, rather, despite the fact that Astrid's body seemed convinced she was still in High Reaches. All in all it had been a productive sort of candlemark.
There was still one thing left to do before she collared H'cup and made him show her around: report to her new wingleader. She had been assigned to Dusk Wing, one of the Wings in High Flight, according to what she'd been able to discover so far. One name in particular had jumped out at her from the list of Dusk wingriders; it still seemed strange to her to have transferred into a new weyr and immediately be put in a wing with someone she new from High Reaches. What an odd coincidence.
One of the other riders had directed her to the correct weyr. It was this weyr that she now approached; she knocked smartly on the doorframe and waited patiently for an answer. When it came she nodded politely in greeting and said, "I'm looking for Wingleader R'len of Iron Kaezeth."
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Post by Reky on Jun 12, 2011 10:51:43 GMT -5
It had been an odd sort of day - a mix between lazy and busy. He constantly found himself moving to different parts of the Weyr, but never felt rushed. In the morning, he figured he had spent far too much time having a leisurely breakfast, having ran into Nadeen of green Braksteth. They had had a good chat; though R'len had meant to bring up the fact that her focus had been all over the place the last few wing drills, he figured it wasn't a good time. He was fine with just a talk between coworkers - and maybe she'd be more open to constructive criticism after that. After breakfast, he had oiled the entirety of Kaezeth, had a bath himself, attended to various little administrative errands, went for a walk, grabbed a snack, and found other things to do. He was busy, but with no deadlines, so he felt fine.
Good luck on Astrid's part had R'len in his weyr then, taking a break from mapping out wing drills by lounging against his great iron dragon. The knock got him to his feet, where he called a questioning 'hello,' and then found that whoever it was actually had the right weyr. He grinned and went over to the door, pulling it open.
"That would be me," he said, still smiling. "Can I help you?" He had not seen this girl before, but that wasn't too much of a shock. Dalibor was always getting new transfers. [/blockquote] |
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Post by claire on Jun 16, 2011 8:48:03 GMT -5
A hint of a smile touched her face, pleased that she had found the correct weyr. In some ways one Weyr was much like another; there were only so many sensible ways to lay one out. But for someone who'd never lived anywhere other than High Reaches, even the minor differences were enough to throw her off. She knew she'd get used to it in time. But newly arrived it was a little disorienting.
"I'm Astrid of Blue Nadderth," she replied, inclining her head in polite deference, "I just transferred in from High Reaches." Realising that this still might not make it entirely clear why she was speaking to him, she elabourated; "I've been assigned to Dusk Wing; I thought I should report to my new wingleader."
Most of the more traditionally minded Weyrs back in the Northern Continent tended to disapprove of Dalibor. Fort and High Reaches in particular. But even from them she'd heard grudging praise of the quality of the riders. She was looking forward to judging the truth of this for herself. Rewarding as flying in St'cup's wing had been, she was looking forward to seeing how an entirely new wingleader in an entirely new Weyr did things.
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Post by Reky on Jun 16, 2011 11:28:27 GMT -5
He had been curious to know what exactly this girl was doing here. It was likely a visit on business - people always knocked on his door for business. Either for progress reports on personal flying, refreshers on drill schedules, hurry up with this document, hurry up with that one, 'I'd like to meet the new Jr. Weyrleader,' do you know where the Weyrwomen are? Rarely was it a visit for the sake of visiting these days, unless it was Nimara. As Astrid spoke, it was revealed that yes, this was technically business - but Astrid was new and R'len wasn't going to let her off with a simple, informative answer.
"They told me I'd have a new transfer in," he said, grinning. "Nice to meet you, Astrid. Come in." He moved out of the way so she could get through the door. "High Reaches, hey? I'm from High Reaches. I haven't visited in a while... hm. Maybe I should go do that. I haven't seen my old wingmates in Turns." He didn't bother closing the door after her; he preferred the openness it gave the room.
He had left High Reaches three Turns ago or so. He had briefly been a Wingleader there, but before then, he had served many a Turn as Candidatemaster. He'd seen a lot of kids grow up and Impress. A few, he remembered, had aged out of candidacy. There were a lot of memories to go along with his career, but most specific names and faces were growing fuzzy in his aging head. Astrid's hair was a little familiar, as was her name, but he wondered if his mind was simply fabricating that. Chances were, though, that he had taught her at some point.
"You're probably here for expectations and schedules, yeah?" he asked. "Waiting for me to start grilling you on what you know?" He smirked and chuckled. He had very little intention of grilling anyone. He fancied himself a kind man outside of work. Inside, though... Well, even he couldn't deny how much perfection he demanded.
From his couch, Kaezeth lazily watched the newcomer, but offered a deep rumble in greeting. [/blockquote] |
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