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Post by cynath on Apr 6, 2007 0:39:28 GMT -5
V'rak watched, keeping his face elegantly neutral. Elisha was giving her too much encouragement. He'd never condoned to encourage Jannike into riding. That would be her mother's doing, he was sure. He cast a glance at his bronze, the dragon seemingly grinning, amused at his rider's agitation.
The Wingleader took a purposeful step towards them, clearing his throat before speaking. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Elisha?" he asked, impatient with the past topic and seeking an easy change of subject matter.
You're acting like some Weyrling just ate your herdbeast, Bristith informed him with a slight tilt of his head, a slight shuffle of wings as he settled down on the ground once again, no doubt for another nap.
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Post by broomie on Apr 7, 2007 15:45:48 GMT -5
The little girl kept her smile, though her father knew as well as she did that this would be a secret fight for the woman's attention. One that she would try her hardest to win. It shouldn't be to hard, everyone loved a cute little kid.
"Of course." Jannike chirped happily, though she was slightly disappointed. She wanted to ride NOW. Oh well, if it took her forever...
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 9, 2007 17:08:00 GMT -5
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Elisha?"
"Oh, just things like if you thought about the weyrling additions to the wings yet. I've been a bit busy lately, and probably will be soon in the future, so I was just wondering if you gave your picks any thought. Nothing that important at the moment." She looked around the room. "I don't want to ruin your family time, so if you'd rather I go, I will. I am a pretty busy woman. Riding's hard work." She spoke the last bit to Jannike. Perhaps she did encourage the girl too much.
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Post by cynath on Apr 9, 2007 17:29:05 GMT -5
A small knowing smile twisted V'rak's lips. He thought about it for a moment. He'd gone to watch some of the graduating Weyrlings. Some had some potential, some had tempers, some were clowns. Funny how all fell into some category. He gave a simple nod of his head. "I've considered some. Nothing concrete yet I'm afraid."
His blue eyes flicked to his daughter, the smile slightly menacing, "I'd like to actually meet some of them when they aren't so busy of course." He'd done this more than once, and he liked to take his time. No point in rushing into bad picks and then have some poor young rider transfered between Wings. Unnecessary stress.
At her offer to leave, his eyes moved back to her. "No need. Jannike surely has something else to do," he said the next as a solid hint, "While I escort the Weyrwoman back to her Weyr?" he offered.
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Post by broomie on Apr 9, 2007 17:42:01 GMT -5
The redhead's smile turned into a angry scowl like a kid about to throw a temper tantrum when she looked away from her, the angry gaze aimed at her father. But then the girl took a deep breath and let it out of her nose, calming down a bit as her face smoothed into something more serene. If he wasn't going to let her chat up Elisha, then she wouldn't let him.
"Aws, but I gave the werynanny a day off so I could spend time with you daddy..." The girl objected in a sad and disappointed voice, bitting her bottom lip on an afterthought. Jannike's blue eyes gleamed deviously though, though changed when she looked up at the Werywoman.
"It'sok though..."
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 9, 2007 18:13:59 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Elisha didn't exactly fall to the whims of the little girl. She would have to learn that her father had a very important job to do, he was a Wingleader, and Elisha also understood that with no loverly attatchment anymore, she had nothing to fall back on come flight. Elisha wanted to get closer to some of the older bronzeriders, and V'rak was one of them. She did feel a little bad for Jannike though. Being holdbred she had loved spending time with her mother. Of course, hard times and death had split them apart when she was Jannike's age.
"Well, Jannike, I'm sure your foster mum has other charges and she wouldn't mind seeing you today. She probably even expects it. Don't worry, I won't take too much of your father's time. We need to talk business." Well, perhaps not exactly, but talk adult talk none-the-less. She was not mean in her tone, though she was not poisonously sweet either, she spoke to Jannike as if they were two adults. She knew that young people her age didn't like to be treated like a child even though they were. "Maybe you can go and play with your friends for a bit while V'rak talks to me?"
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Post by cynath on Apr 9, 2007 18:20:02 GMT -5
A small spark of triumph lit in V'rak's eyes. He didn't like having to rise above his daughter in such a sly manner, however, it was a neccessary evil. He masked that little glee with an expert ease, his expression returning to a calm neutral as he nodded again.
Don't give her any ideas, Bristith. The wingleader warned his dragon to which the beast simply gave a snort, rainbow eyes looking at the girl for a moment. Harmless, he'd decided. He could go back to sleep now that his tummy was content.
The Wingleader once again clamped a stern hand on his daughter's shoulder to guide her out ahead of them. Maybe her mother would deal with her, not that V'rak liked that idea either. Sairi encouraged her into riding TOO much. Way too much.
"Go." he said to Jannike once they were clear og his Weyr. It wasn't a request, it was an order. A very clear one. His fingers dug into her shoulder slightly, verging on painfully, before he released her.
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 9, 2007 18:26:35 GMT -5
Elisha watched how he ordered his daughter out with out a flicker of emotion. She had to deal with not being a full mother as she was a queenrider with lots of responsibilities, and he had the same. Jannike, if she really wanted to be a rider would realize the same thing when she got older. Elisha didn't think her chances of being a rider were nearly as high as they were say a turn ago, but Elisha was trying to do what was best for the Weyr. Jannike would come to understand one day.
When the girl was gone, the Weyrwoman looked to the bronzerider and smiled softly, "So, you've been well?"
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Post by cynath on Apr 9, 2007 18:34:27 GMT -5
V'rak smiled easily as he gave his daughter a gentle shove to get her moving before he straightened. He instantly forgot about Jannike, his attention wholly on the Weyrwoman. If Jannike gave any further protest or glare, he ignored them.
He waved an arm slighty to gesture that they should indeed walk. Because if they didn't walk, neither would Jannike. He fell into step easily beside Elisha, his arms casually at his sides, perfectly at ease with the Weyrwoman where many others would be nervous.
"Aye, well enough. Yourself?" he asked, raising one thick brow over bright blue eyes. He didn't look at her directly, but from the corner of his vision, watching where he was walking even though he knew this part of the Weyr better than his own hand. "The pressures of leadership have settled in?" He chuckled softly to himself, his mind calming as he felt Bristith dose off again.
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 9, 2007 19:03:19 GMT -5
The Weyrwoman walked with V'rak, almost pleased to have a man around her again. And such a nice looking man as well. He was a Wingleader of Triveni. D'rian was a Triveni. Was that a bad thing? Well she had fallen in love with him, and she kinda liked the laid back, almost quiet pace of Triveni riders. Not that she had wing prefrence either. They all had their lures for her. She wouldn't doubt that now Deluth was gone Adeloth would have males around her almost constantly until she rose again. Elisha nodded, "I'm fine, thanks."
She smiled, "It's been a shock coming into it, but I think I'm settling in to my position." She chuckled good naturedly, sort of joking about her position, "I find it pretty lonely at the top."
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Post by cynath on Apr 9, 2007 19:10:38 GMT -5
A smile tugged the corners of the Wingleader's mouth, the smile genuine enough, reaching the depths of those vibrant blue eyes. He didn't reassure her. Nor did he make any comment that with power often came that sense of loneliness.
They walked in silence for a moment, the Wingleader seemingly thinking.
"I'm sorry you had to meet Jannike." he said, not looking at the Weyrwoman, but his voice held a little bit of amusement. "Under such circumstances, that is. I wish you could have met her on a better day." he mused. He didn't pretend to love Jannike. Though she was his daughter, he doted very little, fights more often than hugs. Oh well. It didn't matter in the long run.
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 9, 2007 19:25:46 GMT -5
The silence was okay, she liked his presence, and she didn't have anything to really say at the moment. She walked in step with him and thought fleetingly of what to say. Talk of their jobs? Well that wasn't the most interesting thing in the world. And it didn't get you any where.
Talk about anything. Probably not your hatchling. I want to see this man. Adeloth said, very encouraginly. Adeloth knew Bristith, and he was good, but she was interested in the bronzerider as well.
She opened her mouth to remark on what Adeloth had said when he spoke first. It was about his daughter. She said more soft than she intended, "Oh, it's not a problem, I have a son as well. Though he's half Jannike's age and when he talks, it's usually about toys or food. I didn't mind meeting Jannike." Not that the Weyrwoman would have noticed much if she didn't meet the girl. She was more interested in V'rak than his daughter.
They came to her weyr and she opened the door and ushered him in. She shut the door and motioned to a chair. It was padded, not stone alone, and she sat one close to his. "This is my weyr, would you like to sit down and chat at all?" She really hoped he would. "Can I get you anything, Wine, perahps?"
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Post by cynath on Apr 9, 2007 19:33:23 GMT -5
V'rak nodded. He knew she had a son. The entire Weyr would know everything about their Weyrwoman they could possibly find out. Publicity. HA. Once she'd ushered him into her Weyr and closed the door, he took that as invitation enough. He was just going to bid her good day, and linger around her door like a hound for a while, but as it were, he didn't need to do that.
He sat slowly in the offered chair, blue eyes watching her. She seemed kind of anxious and it made the Wingleader chuckle softly.
"Wine would be fabulous." he said with a smile, his posture relaxed as he glanced around the Weyr. After any talk with Jannike he usually went for something stronger to calm his nerves, but wine would suffice for now.
"I assume Adeloth is well?" he asked with a slight smile. It was always safe to discuss one's dragon. Made for easy conversation without any awkward implements. His demeanor remained calm. "Your weyr is very nice." he complimented after finishing a simple visual inspection.
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 9, 2007 20:02:53 GMT -5
"Excellent." Elisha smiled and went to her private stock. She took out a wineskin and two finely wrought cups of metal. It made the drink cooler, in her opinion. Elisha wasn't much of a drinker, hardly at all. She was kind of a light weight, actually. Just a little couldn't hurt though. . . could it? Elisha poured them each a full glass, thought that in itself was not entirely on purpose. She had filled his too full, and did not want to look like she thought he was a drunk or was being unfair so she filled hers up. She frowned, she'd have to drink the whole thing then because she didn't want to look like a waster. . . Hmmm
She gave one to him and kept hers and lifted her cup up, "To new friends!" And after the toast (if he added or not) she took a gulp. It was a sweet vintage, but strong. She winced, but found that it went down smoother after the first drink.
"Adeloth? She's great, lovely girl, she wanted to check you out." She smirked. "She says that Bristith is lovely, and wanted to mee his other half. She's on her stone couch over there." She pointed.
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Post by cynath on Apr 9, 2007 20:13:02 GMT -5
V'rak accepted the generously filled cup. Though he made no comment, maybe he didn't need anything stronger! With enough of this stuff, he'd be tipping over anyways! He joined in her toast, raising his metal cup to hers before he took a generous gulp. He didn't wince as much as he choked it down. He hadn't expected that much... bite. Oh well. He took a smaller sip to ease his throat.
His eyes darted from Elisha to the dragon, watching over the rim of his cup before he lowered it. "May I?" he asked, indicating if he could move closer to the dragon. If she wanted to "check" him out. She'd be free to do so. Bristith liked to inform him on much of the dragon gossip. Almost worse than humans. The wingleader stood from the chair in an easy motion, boots solid as he took a few confident steps closer to the Queen.
His eyes roved over the golden hide, brilliant even in the dim lighting of the Weyr. A beautiful Queen. No doubt she knew it too. The Wingleader smiled, taking another sip of the wine, his posture oddly arrogant, yet a curious expression. He turned back to Elisha to reclaim his seat. "She's as beautiful as her rider." he complimented.
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