Post by Tig on Dec 8, 2015 6:40:15 GMT
(Anyone feel free to chime in... The settlers are arriving from all over Pern.)
The pair burst from between energetically, circling high above the dense jungle below.
There, Oakley said to her Purple, and she visualized the break in the trees, the large cleared space below.
Got it, spoke Lianath firmly. Below was Xian Weyr. Oakley had been one of the first on that trail-blazing day in which they had discovered the system of caves that would do well to house a Weyr. Now, nearly a Turn later, the Weyr was ready to be settled. Indeed, the man who was to be the new Weyrleader of Xian Weyr, along with some other essential personnel, had already been living there for months, getting things ready for more dragonriders to come. Now was that time, and as Oakley and her Purple Lianath descended, she felt the swooping sensation of pure excitement come over her.
Oakley had been one of the dragonriders from Benden Weyr who had volunteered to transfer at the newly-founded jungle Weyr. Over the last few Turns, the Weyrs had become so overcrowded that it was decided upon that a second Weyr on the Southern Continent was to be opened. Oakley and a ragtag group of other riders from various Weyrs around Pern had explored until they found the very site that she was currently descending upon.
Now, Oakley led the Benden contingent of riders who had also volunteered to leave their safe northern home for this new adventure. Dragonriders were appearing in the skies all around, and the Purplerider smiled to herself as Lianath landed heavily.
Mine, I am hungry and tired and itchy, whined her lifemate petulantly.
We will tend to your needs very soon, Lia, my darling, Her rider replied, sliding expertly from her dragon's back. Her feet had scarcely touched the springy moss below when a tall man ran out to greet her.
"Welcome!" He called as he ran, skidding to a halt right in front of her, "I'm K'lian. You must be Benden's group. You're right on time. High Reaches will be next." Ah, so this was K'lian, Oakley thought as she looked up at her new Weyrleader. He was tall, well-muscled and...young. He looked to be scarcely out of his twenties! Not much older than her, in fact.
"Oakley and Lianath at your service," she said, bobbing a short bow and offering her hand to shake.
"Well met, Oakley," K'lian returned, kissing her hand in a gentlemanly fashion before returning it to her, "Let's get you and the rest of the Bendenites settled before High Reaches arrives, shall we? We are glad you are here."
Behind her, a redheaded Greenrider had just landed and was loosening herself from her riding straps. Her green eyes scanned the Weyrbowl as if looking for something. Laloraine always felt as if she were looking for someone these days. She just wouldn't admit who that someone was. She had gone with the Benden contingent of riders, though she heralded from Fort originally. It had been a necessary step to misdirect her old Weyrmate, who she had recently escaped from.
Laloraine swayed in a feminine manner as she walked forward, inclining her head at each of the riders in turn as she approached.
"I am Laloraine of Green Ilydeth," she introduced herself, smiling up at her new Weyrleader, and the Purplerider in turn.
"Well met," K'lian repeated, and Oakley echoed the sentiments.
Laloraine's eyes slipped away from her companions as they talked amiably, and she looked about her.
He is not here, Mine. You cannot keep doing this to yourself. Ilydeth's words were harsh, but her tone was gentle. Laloraine had been prone to spells of daydreaming lately, and had been ever since she had attended a Gather at Fort Weyr a few sevendays ago. Right now, her rider needed to be listening to the instructions the Weyrleader was dispatching, and taking notice of landmarks of her new home. What she did not need to be doing was fantasizing about a certain Bluerider that she had met, and pinning all of her hopes on the very slim chance that he would show up at Xian Weyr as well.
C'val stayed back and away from the rest of the newly-arrived, happily chattering riders. His dark, broody gaze scanned his surrounds instead. The Weyrbowl beneath him was mossy, and it had made for a nice, soft landing for he and Ragnoroth. In the distance, the entrance to the system of caves that comprised the Weyr was ahead, and on the other side of the Weyrbowl, a river could be seen flowing clear and fast. The air was loud with the sounds of birds calling to each other, and the celebratory, excited talk of his compatriots. It looked as if one of them were coming his way, so he quickly arranged his face in the most forbidding expression possible, and the rider stepped out of his way.
Black Ragnoroth stood disdainfully close by, his judgmental gaze sweeping over his fellow dragons and humans alike. He, like C'val, was not the social type, so the two stood off to the side.
Some Weyr, sneered the Black, It's wet and hot. It was true. The air was thick and dank, and he was already beginning to perspire. C'val heard the sound of his new Weyrleader's voice, and reluctantly stepped forward so that he could hear the instructions the man was doling out.
"Now, I have all of your names arranged into your fighting Wings, and weyr assignments in the Kitchens, where there is plenty of food set out. Purplerider Oakley has already agreed to play some music for us after we eat, and there will be dancing. So, welcome to Xian Weyr, everybody--come on in!" C'val's lips twisted into a sneer. Great, he thought, dancing...
The pair burst from between energetically, circling high above the dense jungle below.
There, Oakley said to her Purple, and she visualized the break in the trees, the large cleared space below.
Got it, spoke Lianath firmly. Below was Xian Weyr. Oakley had been one of the first on that trail-blazing day in which they had discovered the system of caves that would do well to house a Weyr. Now, nearly a Turn later, the Weyr was ready to be settled. Indeed, the man who was to be the new Weyrleader of Xian Weyr, along with some other essential personnel, had already been living there for months, getting things ready for more dragonriders to come. Now was that time, and as Oakley and her Purple Lianath descended, she felt the swooping sensation of pure excitement come over her.
Oakley had been one of the dragonriders from Benden Weyr who had volunteered to transfer at the newly-founded jungle Weyr. Over the last few Turns, the Weyrs had become so overcrowded that it was decided upon that a second Weyr on the Southern Continent was to be opened. Oakley and a ragtag group of other riders from various Weyrs around Pern had explored until they found the very site that she was currently descending upon.
Now, Oakley led the Benden contingent of riders who had also volunteered to leave their safe northern home for this new adventure. Dragonriders were appearing in the skies all around, and the Purplerider smiled to herself as Lianath landed heavily.
Mine, I am hungry and tired and itchy, whined her lifemate petulantly.
We will tend to your needs very soon, Lia, my darling, Her rider replied, sliding expertly from her dragon's back. Her feet had scarcely touched the springy moss below when a tall man ran out to greet her.
"Welcome!" He called as he ran, skidding to a halt right in front of her, "I'm K'lian. You must be Benden's group. You're right on time. High Reaches will be next." Ah, so this was K'lian, Oakley thought as she looked up at her new Weyrleader. He was tall, well-muscled and...young. He looked to be scarcely out of his twenties! Not much older than her, in fact.
"Oakley and Lianath at your service," she said, bobbing a short bow and offering her hand to shake.
"Well met, Oakley," K'lian returned, kissing her hand in a gentlemanly fashion before returning it to her, "Let's get you and the rest of the Bendenites settled before High Reaches arrives, shall we? We are glad you are here."
Behind her, a redheaded Greenrider had just landed and was loosening herself from her riding straps. Her green eyes scanned the Weyrbowl as if looking for something. Laloraine always felt as if she were looking for someone these days. She just wouldn't admit who that someone was. She had gone with the Benden contingent of riders, though she heralded from Fort originally. It had been a necessary step to misdirect her old Weyrmate, who she had recently escaped from.
Laloraine swayed in a feminine manner as she walked forward, inclining her head at each of the riders in turn as she approached.
"I am Laloraine of Green Ilydeth," she introduced herself, smiling up at her new Weyrleader, and the Purplerider in turn.
"Well met," K'lian repeated, and Oakley echoed the sentiments.
Laloraine's eyes slipped away from her companions as they talked amiably, and she looked about her.
He is not here, Mine. You cannot keep doing this to yourself. Ilydeth's words were harsh, but her tone was gentle. Laloraine had been prone to spells of daydreaming lately, and had been ever since she had attended a Gather at Fort Weyr a few sevendays ago. Right now, her rider needed to be listening to the instructions the Weyrleader was dispatching, and taking notice of landmarks of her new home. What she did not need to be doing was fantasizing about a certain Bluerider that she had met, and pinning all of her hopes on the very slim chance that he would show up at Xian Weyr as well.
C'val stayed back and away from the rest of the newly-arrived, happily chattering riders. His dark, broody gaze scanned his surrounds instead. The Weyrbowl beneath him was mossy, and it had made for a nice, soft landing for he and Ragnoroth. In the distance, the entrance to the system of caves that comprised the Weyr was ahead, and on the other side of the Weyrbowl, a river could be seen flowing clear and fast. The air was loud with the sounds of birds calling to each other, and the celebratory, excited talk of his compatriots. It looked as if one of them were coming his way, so he quickly arranged his face in the most forbidding expression possible, and the rider stepped out of his way.
Black Ragnoroth stood disdainfully close by, his judgmental gaze sweeping over his fellow dragons and humans alike. He, like C'val, was not the social type, so the two stood off to the side.
Some Weyr, sneered the Black, It's wet and hot. It was true. The air was thick and dank, and he was already beginning to perspire. C'val heard the sound of his new Weyrleader's voice, and reluctantly stepped forward so that he could hear the instructions the man was doling out.
"Now, I have all of your names arranged into your fighting Wings, and weyr assignments in the Kitchens, where there is plenty of food set out. Purplerider Oakley has already agreed to play some music for us after we eat, and there will be dancing. So, welcome to Xian Weyr, everybody--come on in!" C'val's lips twisted into a sneer. Great, he thought, dancing...
