Post by Minute on Sept 18, 2013 20:23:02 GMT -5
{desc=Tag Kila/D'lios}
Are you sure about this?
The question that her dragon had already asked her many times today sounded in her head once again. And, although she was trying to hide the anxiety she felt, it was clear that Tuonetath was worried for her rider. This on its own was rather unusual. If there was one dragon that seemed to break the stereotype of their color as much as they possibly could it was her. She worried about almost nothing, all too happy to let things go with the flow and see what would happen. But when Yenna had discovered that it was Lord Holder D'lios who had won Callistath's mating flight she felt bitter anger begin to well up inside her rider. Anger that, no matter how much she tried to point out was pointless, just wouldn't vanish.
At first the orange had worried that she was angry at her sister, the new senior Weyrwoman. But no, that wasn't it. The truth of the matter was that she was angry at the new Weyrleader for daring to try and seize control over both Weyr and Hold, especially when she was convinced that the flight was fixed. And beneath it all was a river of worry for her sister, no matter how much she tried to deny it. Avalle was Weyrwoman now, and thus would be judged for every little thing, the spotlight firmly on her. In this man messed up it would more than likely be she who was blamed, what with her dragon making the choice and all.
And so, once she discovered the identity of the new Weyrleader, Yenna had decided to confront him and would not be talked down from it. Of course, it would be a very polite confronting, well mannered and all that rot, despite how much she wanted to pin the man down and bite one of his toes off. But that thought alone wasn't enough to reassure her dragon. So, as she slid off of her dragon and onto the ledge of the Weyrleader's weyr, she told Tuonetath, positive.
The orange let out a little hum but did not say anything more to her rider, instead pausing to look her over for a moment. Despite the anger boiling beneath the surface Yenna managed to look rather well put together, her hair pulled back in a nice braid and wearing a orange sundress that went down just past her knees. How you might dress for meeting a, well, a Weyrleader or Lord Holder. Oblivious to her dragons examination the weyrling asked, can you please tell the... man that I would like to speak to him? Man, for she refused to call him either Weyrleader or Lord Holder until he gave up one of the titles.
Tuonetath hovered beside the Weyrleader's ledge, unsure if she should land or not, as she called out to Perbiath, greetings. I am Tuonetath, my rider, Yenna, is at the weyr of yours and would like to speak with him.
