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Post by laionii on Jul 19, 2008 0:25:04 GMT -5
The last week had been quite busy for W’lam, organizing en mass practices between competing wings. Checking the stores of firestone and making visits to the surrounding holds. All in all he had very little time to spend with his new weyrmate.
He slumped into a chair catching a brief rest.
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Post by brimstone81 on Jul 19, 2008 13:54:37 GMT -5
Elisha was quite used to her role as Weyrwoman now, having more than two solid turns in the position. Not to mention, she had ten turns before that training with Marisol. Of course it must be some what overwhelming to new bronzeriders in the lead position, because literally overnight titles and power and privledge are handed over to them. She had turns of warning to practice and get things in order to her liking. Elisha was lenient with W'lam, for now at least, and understood that he needed some time to himself to get settled.
It was then that Elisha decided to catch up with W'lam.
She wandered to the Weyrleader's weyrs that for two turns belonged to V'rak, and for a short time before that belonged to D'rian. Oh, she was well aquainted with them. She memorised the feel of the wall as she lightly dragged her fingertips acrossed it as she walked. Elisha had come this way often in daydreams of love, as she had first found passion with D'rian, and tenderness with V'rak. And Elisha still loved V'rak. (though the passion between herself and D'rian was there, it was now more of a passionate hate.)
Reaching the door way, she knocked once and entered slowly, "Excuse me? W'lam? I was just wondering how you were settling in?" By now she had long forgotten that her first love had ever inhabited these weyrs, having rearranged the furniture shortly after her sending him to Ista. Yet, she could still see bits of the old Weyrleader. Elisha was glad though, that most things were changed with the change of leadership. "I have heard you are doing well with your new duties."
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Post by laionii on Jul 22, 2008 5:44:27 GMT -5
“It’s more than I expected to be honest Elisha” W’lam answers truthfully running a hand through his hair looking perhaps a bit overwhelmed.
“I’ve been running Pyralis tight for the last few turns but the entire weyr? It will take a bit to get used to the adjustment, though I have to say a better opportunity has never presented itself.” He sighs,
“I am hoping for a good number of bronzes and browns out of this next clutch, and hopefully some natural flyers among the green and blues , but if there’s no one to stand. . . “ he shakes his head.
“I should be asking you how you are doing,” He shakes his head. “Women were never my strong suit though, you can ask my daughter about that one.” He laughs.
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Post by brimstone81 on Jul 22, 2008 19:51:35 GMT -5
Elisha laughed a little, "I think that is a very common response, W'lam. Very normal." Most had not expected such honors. Maybe D'rian had, but then again, his bronze had repeatedly caught her queen, how many times was it? More than any other. Yes, if any one would have expected it, it was arrogant D'rian. Normal men, like W'lam and others, wouldn't.
"I am sure you will do fine. Pyralis is one of our top wings! You've the experience, and now you have to apply what you know to a grand scale." She said encouraginly. She was sure he'd do alright. If not, well, it was only for a turn. Many men would kill for his rank. Maybe kill was a bad word to use. She smiled, "The clutch will be wonderful. Twenty-eight eggs! That is fantastic, Igen isn't pumping out nearly that amount. We might not have the choice, but we'll have enough candidates. I should like 60 candidates, but we might only get 35 at best. It is a dillema I hope we can work out." There was the timing experiment, after all. And still, that had it's limitations.
She laughed with him, "It's fine, I understand. I'm doing very well, keeping busy, of course. How old is your daughter, if I may ask?"
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