Getting things into Order (V'rak)

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Elisha had awoken naked next to V'rak, the rider she had met a few sevendays ago with the daughter who wanted to ride dragons. She had admired his looks, his maturity, his honor, and thought he would make a decent partner. He was in his thirties, she assumed well liked by his wing since she had heard no complaints, and he seemed very competent. She hoped they could get along well- at least for the next turn or so. She was willing to work so they at least had a strong friendship. The Weyrwoman had no hope for love at this time. She was just too hurt from the last time to worry about love now. If it came it came, if not, well, it wasn't the end of the world. There was no rule that stated a Weyrwoman and a Weyrleader must be lovers.

She had asked V'rak to meet her in her rooms to discuss the dividing of duties and the deciding of his new WingSecond. He had the right to choose his own, she was surely going to have her influences on it.

The woman had her desk and room cleaned spic and span. Though she was always well organised, a skill she was glad to have as Weyrwoman. The goldrider looked expectantly to the door, awaiting her new Weyrleader. At least now Q'tre could step down into retirement with his Marisol.

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V'rak had taken his time in getting both dressed and cleaned the morning after the flight. He was sore in places he forgot could get sore; maybe just a reminder of his age. He moved a little stiffly in the morning, both shaving and bathing before seeking out Elisha once again.

Bristith was just preening, and would surely demand some attention from his rider later, so before that happened the newest Weyrleader wanted to get accounts into order. He had no problem with his new responsibility, and planned on speaking with R'net later in the day. His wingsecond would surely be ecstatic with the new duties the wingleader would pile upon him. The thought brought a smile to V'rak's lips.

He smiled at the few riders that were up and about the halls of the Weyr, for most that were awake would be outside no doubt, or stuffed in their own weyrs to their own devices. V'rak knocked softly before stepping through the threshold into Elisha's weyr. Tidy. Just as he'd expected. Pieces of memory had slowly formed from the flight, things he hadn't recalled doing. But that was normal. He'd avoided flights for a long time, mainly since Jannike's birth. Even so, he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed or awkward. He was Weyr-raised. Flights were normal.

He smiled at the Weyrwoman as he stepped in. "Good morning." he said, taking a seat across from her, however, the movement was slow and careful, his tenderness not to be missed.

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Elisha smiled at her Weyrleader politely and watched him sit slowly. She started to gather up her words. Then he said good morning and she said"Oh, yes, good morning." She had completely forgot to say a greeting. She was a little nervous, and she didn't get that way too often. The queenrider wanted to get to know him better so that she knew his leading style so they could work together smoothly. "How have you been doing? Good, I hope?" Should she remark on the flight? Adeloth was very satisfied. All the gold wanted to do was to sun with her bronze mate Bristith.

Elisha waited for his answer and then went into some business, "I think first we should talk about managment changes first, and then perhaps we could talk about whatever you wish. You'll probably want to pick a WeyrSecond. Do you have an idea? I think that perhaps the riders of Shoth or Caidenth would be good." She did NOT want R'net. He was young and she got the distinct feeling their relationship was strained. Elisha was very interested to hear his ideas. This was an important time in Telgar history, the turning of leadership. "Our new Weyrling Master is doing well, thanks for taking care of that, and our Candidate Master has said nothing of needing replacement. Our Headwoman is suitable, and I think she would choose one of her assistants if she needed a replacement. We have no need of crafters though we are open to transferring. I'd really like to work with you, so do you have any input? I'm thinking about entering Telgar into the Games. I know Marisol was opposed, but what are your thoughts?"

This might be a lot for him on one of his first days, but she wanted to get everything in order. She dared to look at him and smiled, "I'm sorry, am I overwhelming you? I've never really had to brief a Weyrleader before. Q'tre had always known more than me." And D'rian was as new as me. She thought.

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V'rak settled gently in the seat, finding a comfortable position, he settled. He wore his usual riding leather, but today he topped it off with a silky blue shirt, a shade darker than his eyes. "I've been doing just fine..." he replied curtly. She was awkward, he could tell. And it almost amused him.

The Weyrleader listened to his Weyrwoman very carefully, almost to the point of watching her lips moved to distraction. "Both excellent riders." he agreed noncommittally. R'net was out of the question. The Weyrleader already had plenty to pile upon his Wingsecond's desk...

"I should like to speak to both D'ian and E'riol before I choose." he stated simply. He knew both would be up to the job, but V'rak was in no rush. He'd gotten his Weyrling Master... that was a good start. He had high hopes for Lan'ae. He lsitened again in silence when she spoke, slight nods of his head in accord.

The games.

Ahh yes....

V'rak mulled for a moment. What were his thoughts? "The games are dangerous for both dragon and rider." he said aloud.

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((hehe, D'rian was the rider of Deluth, and they are in Ista. D'ian is the rider of brown Stronth. I don't really know what Shoth's rider was named... That's why I used the dragons names. ))

She looked relieved that he would take her direction and look into those riders. Of course he could just be humoring her, but that didn't occur to her until later. Elisha nodded as he spoke. Yes, he would make a fine leader, she knew that already. Good Choice, Addie. Are my choices ever anything but good? The gold had replied lazily from her ledge. The queenrider was glad to get that part done. And that's when he came to the games. He only said:

"The games are dangerous for both dragon and rider."

So he was going to take Marisol's side on this. Elisha's face was blank, though she put on a polite smile, "Yes, they are." Elisha had been hold born, and relativly young. She had certainly not been around when Telgar had been in the Games, nor had she really known why Telgar had pulled out from them. Of course, Elisha had her suspicions from stories, but she was no gossip and never voiced them. Elisha felt the Games were good for morale and good practice. "Thread is also dangerous for both rider and dragon. Do you believe that thread will return?"

She did not indicate her postion on thread, she wanted his candid answer on this. If they had opposing ideas on that, there was going to be a rocky ride ahead of her.

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"I do." V'rak said bluntly. If he didn't believe so, his Wing would be slacking in their drills. No point in working for something that you didn't believe in. He leaned back in his seat. "I see your point however." he paused, pensive. "The Games are exactly that. Games. Threadfall is dangerous yes, but would have worse results if we did not fight it." There was a big difference as far as V'rak was concerned.

The waste of dragon and rider was better fighting to protect, than in a game of proving who was better than someone else. It didn't make sense to the Weyrleader why some Weyrs were so bent on the Games. Oh well.

However, V'rak had never been exposed to the games through Marisol's leadership. He just couldn't justify it.

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Well, he did agree with her that thread would return. But it was business as usual. Well, that's what she had wanted, right? She had asked for some one who was a leader, someone who had a business seriousness about him, right? Elisha was rather hoping though that he would work with her on this. The games were the games. She knew that some of the riders itched to play in the games. Why not let them have their sport? Why not join the other Weyrs? Elisha had the strong urge to argue with him, but knew her efforts would be fruitless. Well. She would have Telgar in the games... eventually.

Elisha bit the inside of her lip. "Right. So you are a no for the games then? Fine." Why did she want to participate in the games? For the thrill of it, for the pride, for the competition, for the edge. It was sort of a test. Why did runners race eachother? Why did boys pretend to have sword fights? Elisha was a woman who was never really frivolous. There was a time for work, and a time for play, and she felt the games was a time for her riders to have a little fun. It's not like any one forced a rider to participate if he didn't want to. But despite her arguments, Elisha was determined not to fight and argue.

"So, how is your daughter, Jannike?" She said serenly

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V'rak sighed. "Elisha, I'll support you in any decision you make, even if I don't agree. If you want to go to the Games, fine. I'll support that, but as an individual I won't be the only one to disagree." His tone was light, apologetic.

He'd been raised under Marisol's leadership. He'd never been to the Games. He'd heard about them, and he rarely liked what he heard.

The abrupt change of topic caught him off guard and it took him a moment to get his thoughts back in line. "I assume she's well as ever, I haven't heard otherwise." In fact, now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen the Weyrbrat in some time. Maybe she'd found someone else to plague.

He pursed his lips, then shrugged. He was certain if something had happened to him that he would have been told, either by a Weyrnanny or her mother.

"And your son?" he asked, his posture relaxing a bit in the chair as the conversation took a more casual turn.

Bristith was contently sunning himself with the Queen, the bronze hide shimmering like polished jewellery. He dared to pipe in, Maybe one of the greens ate her. The bronze was not too fond of Jannike, save the amusement of the frustration it gave V'rak.