Wing Check (all Wing members)

[cynath]

Bristith perched lazily on the warmest rock he could find -and even that wasn't very warm with the chilling time- at the very edge of the lake. V'rak sat with him, absorbing the evening sun's rays while his behind was numbed by the chill. He'd had Bristith notify all Wingleaders to have their Wings organized and ready for inspection. Down to riding harnass and straps in proper order.

The Weyrleader had been siting for some time, having shown up early. He wanted to be there when the first rider was ready. It was likely to consume most of his evening. Wonderful. One hand rested lazily on Bristith's shoulder, his patience being his virtue.

They are coming, Mine, very soon now, Bristith informed him with a light rumble of mindvoice.

"I know," V'rak said lightly, continuing to turn a leather strap and buckle in his hand. It was a worn old piece of harness, but it occupied him none the less. He was dressed as he expected the others to be dressed, in full riding attire. From rider knots to clean leather soled boots...

[hrsegrl]

We are to meet at the Weyrbowl, for inspections. The Brown woke his rider from a semi dozed state. He had been avoiding getting out of bed. It was cold outside the comfy covers. He wanted to stay all snuggly and warm. Looking up at Ortath's large form laying on his own couch.

"Alright, alright... we are going." The brownrider stood and shivered unintentionally. "should just stay in bed." He grumbled to himself as he took out his good leathers. This sounded important and he wasn't about to go looking like he just rolled out of bed. He washed his face, made sure he shaved well.

We will be late. Ortath said, unimpressed at his rider's attempts to be presentable. Zahra wing would look worse if he wasn't there on time. "Alright, let me finish getting dressed..." The rider made quick work of his shirt and jacket. Then making sure he had a hat and gloves, went to get the straps. He wasn't going to Between to the Bowl, since that could cause an accident.

When they arrived, it was well before anyone else in their wing. Zahra Wing had been a little lax lately. He blamed this on E'riol dealing with woman issues. Not that it was any of his bussiness really.

[darkaire]

If there was one thing Z'ir could have had, anything at all, he would have wanted advance warning. How was he supposed to be presentable for inspection on such short notice? With a groan he'd slipped out of bed and stumbled straight for his bathing chambers. He kept it quick, and minutes later he was digging around for his riding clothes. Things were flung about and dumped to the side in his search for all the parts. He was going to be perfect. If he wasn't, the brownrider was likely to spend the next week walking around in full riding gear and obsessively checking and rechecking Azerith's harness to make sure it was correct.

When he was finally dressed, he readjusted his knots, tugging them into the exact spot they were supposed to be in, taking far more care with it than normal. Inspection always made him nervous for the simple fact that he didn't want to hear that there was something he could have done better. Running a hand through his hair, he poked at the knots once more before deciding he looked presentable. His hair was a little messy from his worried attentions to it, but other than that Z'ir looked pristine. The entire dressing and prepping process had taken a little more time than it should have, and when he realized that he made a bee line for the waiting brown, hopping as he tugged on the second boot.

Before he allowed himself to climb onto Azerith, he bent oer to rub at a nonexistant spot on the boot. The brown carried him down into the Bowl as he tugged off his gloves and put them back on, wiggling his fingers into the fabric until his hand was settled comfortably in the glove. Azerith settled down early (how they were still early after Z'ir had taken too long to get ready was a mystery, save for the fact that he was always early) and Z'ir went about rechecking the harness straps obsessively. He couldn't help it. They just had to be perfect. Had to be.

[kayla]

Jeyna had had other plans for the evening when she got the word that they were required to be present for full inspections this evening. She'd have to send word to her rendevous in the Lower Caverns - who was male this time. She instead spent the evening scrubbing and oiling Ragoth - who told her that he thought this was a much better way to spend her time.

Her riding leathers were oiled and checked and triple checked her straps and then put her Riding Leathers on. "At least I look hot in these." She grinned and took a deep breath, "Not really what I wanted to do tonight, but let's go show how awesome we are."

Are you going to talk about it, or are we going.

Jeyna chuckled and rolled her eyes, as her Dragon got in position for her to get on his back and they flew to the meeting.

***

Mine, if you keep checking the straps, you are going to wear them out again.

Irath loved her Rider, but Ry could be absolutely obsessive at times. Those times were called being awake. From the moment that Ry had gotten word of the inspection, she had gone over every inch of Irath, her riding leathers, her gear, her hair - something that Irath really didn't understand since that'd be under her helmet.

Mine, we are ready. We are going to be late if you check everything another time.

Ry's eyes widened as Irath knew they would. "We can't be late! That'd be horrible. It would look bad on Pyralis and everyone would blame us for making the Wing look bad."

Mine, we will not be late if we leave now. We will be slightly early. Can we go? Ry was pretty sure she heard a draconic sigh, but she pretended to ignore it and took the proffered leg into her saddle. "Yes, let's go."

And so the obsessive Pyralis Green Rider and Dragon landed at the appointed meeting place.

***

V'nes sometimes forgot that he was a member of a wing. He spent so much of his time with the Candidates or meeting with the Headwoman or Weyrling Master and Assistant about the Candidates, that he often forgot he was a part of a group of adults dealing with Thread!

And so it was that he wasted a bit of time before Perylth reminded him that they needed to get ready. Mine? Are you planning on going to inspection.

V'nes blinked. "Oh, shards. I half forget that I'm part of Zahra."

So it was that V'nes and Perylth had to hurry to get ready. Fortunately for the Candidate Master, he was using Perylth to help keep the Candidates focused for the time being, and today he'd demonstrated how to saddle the dragon - which meant he'd spent the previous night making sure it was good to go.

He was not obsessive, but everyone wanted to pass inspection, so he did take a moment or two to make sure everything was right and in place before he and Perylth too flew to the lake. He was not one of the first ones there, but was not late either, even if he did cut it close.

[thedreamerlady]

As the Wingsecond of the Weyrleader's Wing, you'd think that R'net would be the first one(after the Weyrleader) to arrive. That, however, wasn't quite the truth. R'net wanted to be on time, but he really needed to finish one report on the Wing, and add some comments on his Weyrling Gossip page(he now knew exactly which Bronzerider they did not want from class A11), and then he had to get his harness out, and wake Torenth(not an easy task), and get it all together.

The end result being that while he wasn't late, R'net certainly wasn't early. R'net didn't really care, simply casting his eyes around, and asking Tor to call the Triveni riders who hadn't arrived yet. He gave Z'ir a nod, but didn't try to speak to the other Wingsecond. The Brownrider gave R'net a weird feeling, and not in a good way.

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Del wasn't pleased at having to be out in the cold when it was starting to grow dark. And she told her rider that in no uncertain terms, she wasn't pleased, and didn't want to go, and that Bronzeriders, and their dragons were all bovine headed idiots who needed to have a wherry left in their weyr.

She then calmed down, and sounding very unhappy, allowed herself to be harnessed up, and oiled in a spot that the harness always worn at, not matter how much padding N'zule added.

Why do Bronzes like inspections and practice so much? Del whined, managing to make it sound sweet.

"Because," N'zule said with a drawl, pulling himself onto Del, "It makes them feel good to see us all shiney and pretty."

Del snorted, and glided down to the lake, landing lightly beside Irath, who looked much shinier than herself, but Del didn't mind. The tiny green really wasn't in the mood to be shiney.

It's to cold to be out. Del informed the other green, while N'zule gave Ry a nod, and stood in the brightest patch of sunlight, and tried to be warm, feeling like he was about to come down with a cold. Which would explain why Del was in a bad mood, and so was he.

[cynath]

V'rak sat up the instant the first dragon circled down to the Bowl to join them. He greeted the first rider with a lift of a hand in a wave.

It is Ortath, Bristith told him as the brown grew closer. Ortath's rider was K'dyn. A good rider in any case. Early to arrive too. The Weyrleader slid his numb butt off the chilled rock, Bristith sending a greeting to the brown.

Who would have guessed the first to arrive would have been a Zahra?

Likewise, V'rak was surprised that Jeyna was the first to arrive from his own Triveni wing. Little matter. She was a good rider. Blues were as invaluable as greens in any Wing. Bristith rummbled a similar greeting to the Blue.

He was pleased at the number of riders that arived early. He had not given a specific time, as long as everyone arrived quickly and orderly, it would all run smooth, hopefully. He nodded to R'net, noticing the the near indifference he showed towards Z'ir. It might become a problem, it might not. Time would tell.

Boots scuffled softly on the rocky surface as he strode to his Wingseconds, giving both a proper greeting. He would have done the same with any other Wingleaders or Wingseconds present... but as it were, they had yet to arrive it seemed.

[hrsegrl]

K'dyn was in shock that he was the first one there. Where were all those suck up Triveni riders? This better not get out or he would ruin his reputation for being a rule bender. He greeted the Weyrleader with a hand wave and a smirk. Ortath was respectful to Bristith and returned his greeting as the other riders begen to arrive.

Azerith was next to join them with his rider, Z'ir. K'dyn didn't know him well and didn't think he was about to become friends with the man either. Not that he didn't care it was just that K'dyn wasn't up for making friends on this cold evening. Just as he had gotten comfortable in his weyr, all snuggled in...the Weyrleader called an inspection. He wouldn't doubt that a few riders would be late.

Next to arrive was a blue, Ragoth. His rider was a woman which K'dyn found somewhat interesting. A male dragon with a female rider was an anomoly to him. Then again he had met Marivern, Marisol's blue riding daughter. Female blueriders seemed little different than males, they were all fairly likeable people.

Soon half the dragons in the Weyr were in attendance. He caught sight of N'zule and decided not to think on it. It was better that way. Ortath had moved on from thoughts of Delith and hopefully the green had as well.

[jerith]

Inspection J'ren. We are needed down at the Weyrbowl for inspection

J'ren was standing on the edge of the weyr looking out over the mountains in just his long sleeping pants. This was a rare moment when he normally just took time to try and quiet himself, to ready for the day.

"Yes Gliath, they are seeing how fast we can get ready on a moments notice. We shall not disappoint them."

J'ren pulled on the stiff cold leathers stomped into his boots. "Race you down"

He took off down the steps and made his way out to the bowl, as Gliath glided down and landed next to the others of his wing.