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Post by Ruin on Jul 16, 2011 1:53:11 GMT -5
Typically rest came quickly for him, but it had not tonight. Perhaps it had been an oversight to assume that regaining his confidence would make life that much simpler; instead he had continued to meet with various trials, defeats, victories, and punishments since the catharsis of that day on the beach. Which in and of itself had then turned into an ordeal that had led to the severing of a close friendship. Which had in turn led to his disavowed state, and then a strange sort of adoption, and then a betrayal: Then bridges were mended, strangers appeared, studies continued, and students were taken on, and then here he was. Exploring a vast part of Dalibor Weyr he had not yet managed to set foot inside save for those few yards required to fill his belly or stitch his wounds.
The cave system was impressive to say the least, but having so much stone over his head served to drive idle thoughts from his brain as that part of him took over wondering where the sky had gone and what should occur if the walls suddenly slipped free and buried him. Definitely a new sort of living for a boy who had grown up among lush green grasses and open fields, but wouldn’t it be a new sort of living for all of Pern? People had converged on hall, hold, and weyr seeking entrance and work for what would probably be the rest of their lives what with the Pass lasting fifty turns. Fifty. If Thread didn’t manage to claim him he would be an elderly sixty-nine before the skies would clear for another two-hundred turns.
His generation would be the only to stand a chance of seeing—and understanding—Thread for the entirety of its Pass. Many would see only part of it, however, and he would have the privilege of knowing those brave souls that would give their lives for the protection of Pern—their duty: Shared by Dragonrider and Wherhandler the same regardless of the fact that one worked from the ground and the other from the sky. A fact that many would see fit to remember once the grounds had to be scoured for missed filaments. Yes, the Handlers of stone walled structures would have their days in the coming years, as would Weyr’s in general as people remembered the part they played. Perhaps tithing would even increase—something he was told could be difficult for Dalibor.
It was an odd mess of thoughts that suffused his brain as he wandered ever lower; not sure enough to know where he was to even be certain if he was going in any discernable direction. He passed no too few Whers and their bonded; however, so he knew if he became turned about it would only be a matter of begging their help—at least he had never learned the foolish pride of refusing to ask. His future, the future of his friends, and the future of his Weyr: The future of Pern. All of it muddled up into a stream of consciousness that would keep him awake long into the night; so why not explore, expend some energy, and mull to himself—better than running himself ragged around the Bowl, yes?
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 7, 2011 11:37:39 GMT -5
Exploration, for Kalenna, was considered a part of her duty to the Weyr. Her dream was to one day know every single passage, no matter how secret or disused. Of course, it was a bit much to expect Kalesk to remember the geography of the area in the long term, but the observant gold was perfectly happy to prowl after Hers. While Kalenna made a mental note of each door and tunnel they passed, Kalesk listened and sniffed in search of anything she could hunt - or any threat she could handle.
Each person they passed was greeted with a piercing stare, and the young Dragon Candidate was no different. Kalesk took three rapid strides forward to place herself between Hers and him, and tilted her head back to stare at him. He smelled like lies, and her teeth were bared in an instant.
But only for an instant. Kalenna rested a quelling hand on the gold's ridged head, and Kalesk subsided. For all that she could sense the danger boiling just below everyone's skin, she was not a fan of preemptive attacks, especially when Kalenna just seemed to want to talk to everybody. "Good evening," Kalenna said; she made a point of knowing who the wher candidates were, and he had no bonded with him, so it was a reasonable gamble that he was a daydweller who considered this evening, rather than a handler who would call it morning. The question really was what he was doing down here, and as a future guard, it interested her; he didn't walk with the purpose of someone who had a task to accomplish.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 7, 2011 12:16:25 GMT -5
Perhaps he should have been intimidated by the ever-growing form of the gold—for she was Gold—wher that stalked swiftly towards him out of the dim cavernous lighting, but he wasn’t. However for all of his learned serenity around Weyrbeasts since his arrival at Dalibor, he had certainly learned the respect that was deserved by those of Wherhold, weyr, and their bonded. Meeting those angry eyes and bared teeth unflinchingly Sebolaren bowed to the pair—grateful for Reylia’s lessons. Finally he could perform a proper bow that didn’t seem awkwardly out of place with his Herdermannerisms, nor was it sick with pretention; infuriating a Wher was not exactly what he’d had in mind coming down in to the recesses of the caverns.
”Handler Kalenna and Gold Kalesk; I hope I have not disturbed you; I am Sebolaren, a Dragon Candidate. It is indeed a good evening, but as this time is tending more toward the early hours for Wherhold I thought I should attempt to learn the storerooms while waiting for everyone to wake—I did not want to cost anyone their sleep, and these rooms are a maze I should know for myself so that I don’t need to rely on the Whers to rescue me when I become lost.” Straightening as he spoke he offered her a somewhat rueful smile at the corners of his mouth. ”Even as a Holderbred I did not come to learn the inner stone corridors because I was always in the runnerfields. I do, however, have a purpose that isn’t entirely self-serving.”
Scanning the corridor again before his eyes returned to the Goldhandler he did appear slightly embarrassed. ”Someone became stuck in one of the storerooms a day ago, and I’ve come to see if the door simply needed oiling, and perhaps to alert the Wherhold; although I don’t particularly see how a faulty door would be your territory at least you wouldn’t be surprised if you came across crazed surface-dwellers: You know how we can get in tight places.” It was a genuine smile he offered, he had very little problem in accepting the teasing he received from most Handlers concerning his lot in life—in their eyes—as always he probably held far more respect for the Wherhold than most Weyrfolk.
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 12, 2011 17:31:06 GMT -5
Respectful but not condescending; Kalesk tentatively approved, at least enough to give the young man a pass on being where he should not be. He did not fear her, but that was only sensible. She was no violent red or proddy green. Attacks were for threats, and so far he was no threat. As long as he knew his place, she did not need to prod him into it, nor did she especially need to continue thinking about him.
Wrapping herself around Kalenna's legs for the moment, Kalesk's eyes burned into him, watchful; but she did not attempt to intimidate him. No, she was simply waiting to see if the flaws she sensed in him, the danger beneath his skin, would come to the forefront. If it did, her teeth would meet his neck and snap it. And if not, then he would live. He belonged to the Weyr; only if he endangered that - or worse, Kalenna - would she strike.
Kalenna, for her part, was aware of the potential in her gold - she had been ever since the hatching. Continuing to stroke that beloved head, she smiled a bit at the boy's correct recognition. They hadn't met before, but he obviously knew at least enough about the whers to know there were two golds and only one had a female handler - and their names. She approved of that; it was what she tried to learn for herself. "I am pleased to meet you, Sebolaren," she said. His stated reason for being here, she knew, was not necessarily the whole truth, but acceptable regardless. "That's rather unusual for a Candidate, spending what rare time you have in trying to learn your new home. Unusual, but praiseworthy." The rest of his excuse was also acceptable. If it was true. Kalenna hadn't gotten to where she was or become the woman she was by simply believing all that she was told.
Waving her hand, she said, "It's more likely a drudge or Candidate would oil it, though if someone was trapped, I'm surprised we haven't been alerted yet?" She smiled back at that and added, "Yes, I know how people can get. It's never bothered me." And she was too polite to admit that it bothered Kalesk, who wanted space to roam. "But you'll hopefully be flying soon, not trapped down here."
Hopefully. He seemed to be at the upper age for Candidates, and Kalenna of course had no illusions. Some people never Impressed. People like her.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 12, 2011 18:52:32 GMT -5
Aware of the continuing scrutiny of the Gold, Sebolaren found himself impressed by her conviction and protectiveness; there had been a Hold Weyr at Ruatha, it was true, but that was a beast of the Blood and not for him to interact with. Other than that Weyr, the only others he’d had occasion to meet had been the wilds which chose to prey on the runners: Perhaps not the most ideal situations in which to gain an appreciation for the beasts, but regardless of their feral instincts the ones that were bonded served their masters to a fault. He appreciated that. Having come here and seen what a force they were within the Weyr proper, well he was certainly sold on their existence—and often sought out Handlers to meet.
Although he had not expected to meet one of the Goldhandlers. ”It is, I will admit , however, that due to my upbringing and various factors surrounding my history and Craft, being left unImpressed was a hard blow to stomach. I decided that in order to Stand again honorably I must prepare myself; make myself more useful for the Weyr through work. I know that, in the end, Impression is so much more than the skills learned, but I feel that I can prepare myself for the possibility of aging out. Perhaps I could still serve a purpose within these stone walls, and to do that—I’d need to navigate them.” That drew a soft smile onto his face, because it was true; he might spend more time down here than anticipated in the future—how useful would he be bumbling around lost?
”I’m afraid that might be my fault, in some ways I am still learning about the hierarchy of Weyrlife. I did not think it was a matter which necessitated bothering the Weyrwoman, and past that I was entirely uncertain of the protocol; what with Dalibor lacking a Headwoman.” Bemusement tinged his voice as his palms spread into the smallest shrug. ”I thought I could kill two birds with one stone and happen upon a Wherhandler who had more of an idea than me.” At her hopeful words he offered a brighter, open, smile. ”That is my hope, Kalenna, but it no longer defines me—I can continue without it if the road goes that way.”
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 14, 2011 15:43:06 GMT -5
Most people didn't expect to meet the goldhandler and her pride and joy, but Kalenna was not a believer in leadership being aloof - nor was she a leader yet. She was but a wherling, and she and Kalesk were both learning, which meant exploration, not hiding in their room between lessons and chores. That, and Kalesk liked to run. No few people had been startled in the night by a tough, sandy-but-shiny form hurtling across the Bowl.
He would probably cope better than she had with aging out, if it happened. Kalenna did not offer empty reassurances that his dragonet was just around the corner, likely in Couineth's clutch; she did not claim that they would recognize his worth. Obviously that wasn't how it worked. She'd been left again and again, and a man like Q'sis had Impressed a subqueen on the first try.
As usual, Kalesk didn't like that train of thought, so Kalenna quickly said, "There are many sorts needed in the Weyr, not only dragonriders; being left is a hard blow, but it is not the end of life. You might find you belong with a wher." As she had, and as she now accepted as the way things had been meant to be all along. "Or perhaps in a position with a Craft. A hard worker is never turned away, especially with the Pass coming."
Ah, Holdbred. She managed a slight smile at that and pointed out, "If it is not beneath you to speak to such, a drudge could easily carry the news to the administrative staff you do not know or need to know." Life in the lower caverns was no mystery to her, of course. "It is good that you have not placed all your hopes and dreams on the back of fragile dragonets, indeed." Assuming he was being honest about that, and not merely trying to make himself look less prideful.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 14, 2011 18:16:44 GMT -5
”Perhaps, I would certainly not turn down the opportunity to Stand for a Wher—and would probably do so until life was taken from me. Did you stand for dragons once?” Sebolaren wouldn’t lie, the thought had crossed his mind: Would a wher find him before a dragon did? Would a wher find him long after dragons had not? Perhaps there were others—no, he knew there were others—who would not find bonding with one of the night creatures to be as honorable, or as useful, as bonding to a dragon, but he would not turn down either opportunity. Even if he would miss the possibility of flying; freedom above the ground and in the sky—it was a draw unlike any other.
There were many other positions, and he nodded as she listed them. He would do well serving in many of those areas, and probably more: Whether it was with a wher, or as a Crafter. So long as his secret remained, perhaps so too could he, because behind all of his issues with finding a place within the Weyr, his brand was still an issue often overlooked by others. Not through their choice, of course, but because he still had told very few.
”I am but a Herderboy from the runnerfields of Ruatha, I did not even walk the tables before a dragon carried me away—in my eyes I am less than those who have toiled here for turns, and what I may someday have in rank; that would only be in name. Respect and usefulness must be earned through hard work and dedication. So no, Kalenna, I would not consider it beneath me.” Actually he had been somewhat nervous to speak to anyone when he arrived, and the Kitchenfolk had put him in his place promptly after by swatting him out of their cooking areas—it had taken moons for him to be allowed back in under the supervision of Taavi. ”I hope so, but more because I hope that my…caution…is not a fault.”
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 14, 2011 18:31:49 GMT -5
Kalenna did not lie, of course, about her past; neither did she take pleasure in chatting about it. "I did," she said. "At Igen." No need to explain how long she'd been Standing there or how badly she'd wanted it. In the end, good things came to those who waited. Who survived. And after painful years of merely surviving in the face of what she, as a youth, had considered utter failure - she had Kalesk, and she could live again.
A Herder of Ruatha. She considered that, then murmured, "If walking the tables is important to you and you do not Impress, you might go to Herder Hall at Keroon, could you not?" Returning home in disgrace would certainly not be easy, even though she did not know his personal problems with doing so.
For a Herderboy, he certainly did have pretty words, though. That made her wonder, really, just how often he rehearsed conversations such as this in his mind. Easy enough for someone to say what they thought would be well-received. "So long as you keep in mind that respect is earned, you will do well here," she said. "Whether you Impress a king or remain on as a Crafter. Thread is coming. We need every pair of hands, and not only those on wing." And it would do some people well to remember that, she thought. Even drudges were a part of the well-oiled machine that was Pern. A vital part. "Caution on its own isn't a fault; it's how you handle it. Personally I prefer well-timed caution to reckless bravado."
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Post by Ruin on Aug 14, 2011 19:05:34 GMT -5
Accepting her short-lived tale with a nod, he did not press further; whatever she had been, she was Goldhandler now, one of only two at Dalibor. Purpose; what everyone sought in one way or another, a place in the world to their liking, usefulness; even Xiro’el and his perpetual need to flee sought happiness and a place. It wasn’t here, but it was a place. Although her suggestion was a fine one, it did carry worries for him; still quite convinced he would be hard-put to be accepted into any Crafthall. ”Perhaps. I do believe, however, that I might have made a new start for myself here, and I would like to pursue that—even if it requires I receive further training elsewhere to be of use.”
Thread. His skin prickled with the word in a way that wasn’t at all fear. He respected the coming threat, that was true enough, but he also relished it. What greater purpose to Pern than one who helped combat thread; whether it was as a Rider, a Wherhandler, or a member of the Ground Crews. Did others feel as he did? Possessed to serve against the threat? They must, to be here and not run, that he believed. Those final words, however, did pull a grin from him that might have been partially impish. ”Unfortunately I may have a streak of bravado in me, I have this great urge to help everyone, but I assure you that I am working on it—or rather the wounds I’ve received are helping me work on it.”
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 14, 2011 19:18:32 GMT -5
For a long time she'd lived without purpose, or so it had felt; it was only recently she'd found it. The hope of being Headwoman, once; and now, Kalesk. Hopefully he would find the same, and hopefully it would not take him as long.
Kalenna smiled at that. "Dalibor is a special Weyr," she said softly. "Is it your first?" He had sounded like it was, but Ruatha looked to Fort, of course. "With the Pass coming, perhaps special arrangements might be made for you, if you have the talent. Dalibor has a Master Herder; you might be allowed to train here." He was old enough to have done most of his apprenticeship already, after all. Sending him away wouldn't help Dalibor much, if he was as hard a worker as he claimed.
There was nowhere to run from Thread; Kalenna knew that. But she did want to fight it. That had always been her greatest desire in life: to cry challenge to the invader from space, and save that which lived and thrived on Pern in its absence. Once, naively, she'd believed only a dragonrider could do so meaningfully. No longer. She snorted at that, memory sparking - a man so tall as Sebol was hard not to notice. "You mean the fire? I believe I saw you there, hauling people from the flames. I wished I could, but it was left to me to do a bit of organization." A goldhandler could not be risked. "It is a noble urge, though a dangerous one. We can only hope such a disaster will not occur again, to spark your protective nature."
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Post by Ruin on Aug 14, 2011 19:28:45 GMT -5
”It is my first, and it has been an experience. Until I arrived, I had expected to know only runners and beasts for the rest of my days, but I do not regret it.” Coming here, that was, though he doubted he needed to expand on his words with that much precision: Kalenna did not seem like a stupid woman. “Honestly, that is my hope should I age out of dragon Impression. Perhaps I could even study alongside duties as becoming a Wher Candidate.” Giving a small shrug he contemporized—not entirely sure what Wher Candidacy entailed, nor being at that point in his life just yet. Soon, but not yet.
”Aye, the fire, and other times before that.” Nodding at her words, he did not feel any change within him concerning his opinion of her. ”The Weyr cannot lose her Queens, regardless of the bravery or experience of those bonded to them; that was an understandable decision, and it shows a great deal of restraint.” For one long moment he very nearly asked her the question which had been on his mind since that day; since he had pulled those pieces of twisted metal from the stone while cleaning, since he had asked the healers about the bits of metal being drawn from the bodies of his friends—which Queenrider had left the flamethrower in the Hall. He did not. The words would not come, as they could not, he was bound by her rank, his brand, and his need to survive here when there were very few places he could go.
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 15, 2011 15:40:41 GMT -5
"Generally speaking, most Candidates who care to continue to pursue their Craft are able to do so," Kalenna said. Obviously she had never had a Craft, but she knew all about Candidacy. "It's very much like dragon Candidacy, but the lessons and chores take place at night, preparing you for a nocturnal existence. If you wish to continue Herding, they will likely find a way to have more of your chores involve it so you can learn on the job, or have you teach others. It will take a great deal longer than focusing solely on the Craft and you would likely never be able to make Master, but a trained Herder as a wherhandler is a great asset to the Weyr."
Perhaps she had a slight ulterior motive; it was part of her duty as a goldhandler to ensure the success of the wher program. Talking it up to Sebol could mean him joining as a wher Candidate faster, after the pain of aging out of dragons - or he might in turn present it as a solution to a friend who aged out. More Candidates could only be a good thing. If they were good Candidates, that is; Kalesk would hardly accept any less for her children.
Kalenna nodded to that. "There were plenty who were willing and able to dive into the flames, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for them," she said. Some might call him reckless, but lives had been saved. Hopefully when he had a bonded, he would show the same restraint; now he was only risking himself. "We were fortunate to escape with our lives in the first place."
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Post by Ruin on Aug 18, 2011 0:07:31 GMT -5
”The adjustment would probably happen more easily than I expect, the stable already keeps me long into the hours of a Wherhandler’s day,” Sebol replied with a smile, and then that smile turned into a grin at a thought that occurred to him. ”A Herdcrafter Wherhandler would be an interesting occupation indeed, reinforcing to the new-born wher that the runners are not for eating—a few of the dragons still don’t understand that concept—or if they do, they don’t enjoy it. All of the four-leggers are food.” Predators. Much like women they could have their own peculiarities—but couldn’t everyone?
”Aye, willing, though I admit I find myself expendable—perhaps a depressing thought, but I’d rather see me in there than one who is bonded: Far too much to lose, but with me—well—the Weyr rarely hurts for those willing to Stand.” Perhaps it was a bleak outlook, but he didn’t view it as such, it was simply life. He would have run into a burning stable to save the runners—had done it before, and been trained to do it for turns, so why not for human life? Taavi was correct, he did manage to do many stupidly heroic things, but at least they gave him a purpose—for now—until his purpose was more than just himself. Until his oath belonged to dragon and sky—or wher and terra.
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 18, 2011 1:04:32 GMT -5
Kalenna laughed, at that; as Kalesk's handler, she knew all about how whers viewed food. "Fortunately for me, Kalesk is somewhat intelligent in that respect; it may be due to her status as a queen, but she understands fairly well what is food and what is not. She only eats what I give to her, and what she is allowed to hunt in the pens. Some of them, though..." She thought with a grin of the black Kisk who liked to chew on his handler. He didn't think she was food, either...but if he loved her so much he had to bite her, who knew what damage he might do to an animal that got in his way?
But she would not share such gossip about her fellow wherlings with him. Listening to his words, her grin faded a bit, but she did have to agree. "Having heard the cries of the dragons at the losses, I must say you have a point," she said softly. "Dalibor is also not yet at full fighting strength and cannot afford to lose a single dragon, no matter how small - or a wher, either. It may seem cold to say it, and my heart is with all those who were lost regardless of who they were and what they did, but - well, better you save who you could, than we lose a rider to the flames. For what it's worth, however, I am glad you did not fall. You seem like a bright, sensible young man, and I am sure you will do Dalibor proud if you Impress."
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