The First Stop|Misted Reasons Wing; Report!

[Epic Squid of Legend]

M'za had waited patiently for her wing to assemble at the Weyr, had waited patiently for her new wing to listen to it's new Wingleader. She had been Wingleader at New Cove for quiet some time, since her fifth Turn as Dragonrider, actually. And now, bursting from /between/ several dragons-lengths above Talune Hold's watch-heights, she waited patiently for the rest of her wing to appear.
She held Karuopith at his height, having him hover. It was a maneuver that came in handy at all times, especially while she waited... so very patiently. It was her first sevenday at Talune Weyr, and this now was her first drill with the Wing that they assigned her to. She could only hope for minimal debauchery and little or no mutiny. Not many male Wingriders would be very nice to a female, non-Queenrider Wingleader. She hoped as well that her choice in Wingsecond would go over well. She had chosen based purely on skill... not on the fact that the Greenrider was a pretty one or that she was a she. No, and she thought that there would be talk among her Wing due to who happened to be chosen.

But then, men got very hot-headed at times, did they not? Tried to show off for what women might be watching. Yes, a low Greenrider would have probably been the best choice, seeing as she was but a Brownrider. But, oh what a Brownrider! She was female, one of a very select few women to ever Ride a Brown or Brown equivalent! She heard tales from H'say and Rollasin alike about the past female Brownriders. Some were chased from the Weyr, some outcasted, yet a few, very very few, honored and praised. M'za hoped to be one of those few. She had fought hard at New Cove to earn herself the rank of Wingleader, fouhgt hard against a now-dead Weyrwoman who so fought to keep traditions alive. To have two like M'za was a crushing blow to the old woman... poor Jannika. No, she was N'nika now, Rider of that massive but very sweet Amber. The only Female Kingrider known to ever exist... and the only female Weyrsecond, as well as the only female Weyrsecond to be actually leading the affairs of the Weyr behind the absent Weyrleader's back. New Cove was doomed to be brought to shambles by the inexperienced girl, M'za hoped once more for a Queen to hurry up and either Hatch there on their Sands or be brought in to take the Weyr from her hands and lead it rightfully.

M'za sighed, looking back over Talune Hold, still waiting on her Wing to arrive. Surely the trip /between/ wasn't so long that it would take them all this time? Or... perhaps they didn't leave immediatly? Did some get caught /Between/ to die a terrible death of nothingness? //Karuopith, where are they?// she demanded of her Brown, who had managed to stay calm through her entire mental debate.

The big Brown only chortled, swinging his head around to look at his Rider with what could pass as amusement. ~They are on their way, it is hard to get used to a Wingleader such as yourself, give them time.~ he spoke softly, tilting his head to the side in an odd fashion. ~Why do you fret? They will not rise against you, M'zamine, love. Stop your worrying, or you will turn out looking like the Amber Xyurith did when he thought something was wrong with him.~ He then turned back around, bugling to announce their arrival to the Hold.

Word count: 624
Characters: M'za of Brown Karuopith
Notes: I think I went off on a tangent... XDDD

[elainsie]

M'lon for the first time since he had graduated to the ranks of full dragonrider was excited about drills. It had not taken long for the excitement to fade as he had adjusted to his new duties, and the drills to become monotonous and tedious. Oh he knew they were important and necessary, he hardly wanted to die during Threadfall, but his previous Wingleader had such a monotonous, inflectionless voice, and when he had droned on M'lon's mind often wondered no matter how hard he tried to stay on task or Okasrith chided him. They had never been spectacularly riders, but neither had they been dangerous. Most of the time M'lon and Okasrith managed to stay in that grey area beyond notice and it suited them fine. They had fought Thread over the Turns, and were remarkably unscathed for the most part, so they must have been doing somethig right.

But today was different. Today they had a new Wingleader, and a female one at that. M'lon felt it was a welcome change, a female as their Wingleader would hopefully take a different approach in instructing, one that would hopefully hold his attention a little longer than the previous. You better hope so Mine, we have to make a good impression on this pair. As they say the first counts, Okasirth cut into M'lon's thoughts.

It's not that I don't try, you know as well as I do, dear blue, I just have a short attention span,his lips quirked upwards, not quite taking on his usual grin but hinting at it. Okasirth snorted in repsonse well aware of his rider's quirks after the number of Turns they had been bonded.

Well hurry up and hop on, being late will hardly be a good start. M'lon did as instructed, checking his straps were all in good consdition and tight. All set, ready to leave when you are. And with that the Blue took a nimble jump from the ledge gliding to the area they had been instructed to congregate at.
-=--=-
The first meeting seemed to have gone well, M'lon reflected, as they made there way onto the Hold at M'za's command. The woman seemed nice enough though there had been little chance to discuss anything but the upcoming drill. The one major point in her favour was that M'lon's attention had not wavered once as she spoke. Though M'lon was not entirely sure whether that was because he was trying very hard to appear a good rider, a result of Okasrith's influence, or because he had found the rider attractive and captivating.Who cares, keep that up and we may be better than just average.Okasrith teased as they emerged above the Hold and spotted the brown pair.

}:Okasrith and M'lon are present.:{ Okasrith bespoke the brown, holding the pair steadily in the air.

[Onyxaeon]

You gotta give me what's mine.
I want you to burn, I want you to steal.
I want you to bleed, and see how it feels.
I want you to beg, I want you to crawl.
Give more than you take, and smile through it all.
And know that everything you do, I do it for you.

|!/|D'nasrin|!!| Masinanth|\!|[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b]

Several minutes after M'lon and his Blue Okasrith had appeared over the Hold, Masinanth breaking free from the icy grip of between to glide overhead a spare moment. His vastly indifferent optics skimmed dully over the surface area around the Hold, searching for a decent landing area around the Sand Banks as he awaited for the Blue to fold his wings against his sides and allow for the Brown to land easier and also give the remaining wingriders their own space. As his wings turned the perfect degree to catch the wind currents, he angled his mass gradually downward, careful to observe the surrounding air space for any sudden new arrivals as well as a shift in the location of those already settled on the ground. Indeed he, just as a few others of this wing, had been a touch startled by the abrupt replacement of their previous wingleader. It had come as no shock to see him leave-no, the man should never have been appointed to his rank in the first place for his endless failures to command the attention of his wing and, let it be known, D'nasrin was glad to see him gone-but the replacement, now that had perked his interest.

Female Brownriders were not unheard of. They Impressed just as any normal candidate did, and it was not as if they had some special glow about them that made them stick out at Hatchings, so the fact of that matter did not bother him in the least. Every Weyr had them, their own Female Brown and Blue riders, and even Talune had its own fair share. So he, as well as his Masinanth, were used to the concept. Even the rank had come as no shock, for unlike most Weyrs, Talune was an equal opportunity Weyr. Everyone could have their chance if they put in enough effort. For some wild and obscure reason, he just could not shake the distinct sense of bewilderment he felt looking back at his new wingleader. Perhaps time would aid him in this, though. After all, time did make the perfect balm for many ailments.

As Masinanth eased his way onto the soft sands, he bespoke his rider, his clawed feet touching the earth and allowing him to support his weight with the pedestals he claimed as legs now instead of his wide wings. Mine, perhaps it would be best if you explain the reason for our tardiness. Our new wingleader looks ill at ease that only Okasrith and His along with you and I have shown ourselves for duties. Yes, after all, none of it was our fault. The rider affectionately slapped his dragon's shoulder blade, the Brown extending his leg for his rider to slide down form the height until he had joined the others off and away from dragonback. As he moved to stand next to M'lon, Masinanth took the liberty to bespeak his new wingleader. Masinanth and D'nasrin are accounted for.

"Apologies for our tardiness. A Green and her rider were a touch too excited to get to their drills this morning and, while packing up their share of firestone for flaming away the unwanted weeds, the contents of the firestone shed over turned and made a right mess of things." The Brownrider side, arms crossing over his chest as he reflected over the matter in a dull, almost distasteful tone. "It greatly hindered both she and Hers getting ready as well as everyone behind them, myself and Masinanth included in the mass chaos. But, we did manage to collect our share, and the shed seems somewhat intact from the incident, at least."[/size][/color][/font]

[Epic Squid of Legend]

M'za nodded as her Wingriders appeared, waiting patiently while they landed and dismounted. It looked like most of her Wing decided not to come. They would be punished later, possibly with some firestone sacking or by taking Hold-Watch duties. She narrowed her eyes in gthe bright sunlight, taking off her helm and letting her long and lusterous brown hair fall free over her shoulders. She smiled slightly at D'nasrin. More at his plight than with any pleasure she felt towards him, "At least you two showed. It seems my Wing needs a show of force to follow their new Wingleader." She turned on her heel, looking over at M'lon and his Blue. She nodded to him, buying time for the Lord Holder to make his appearance and welcome what of her wing showed up. They would be inspecting his Hold today. Everything from the Fireheights to the watch-wher's lair. She needed to know that this Hold was ready for both Threadfall and outside attack. Fighting wasn't imminent... but Threadfall was. They had to be ready at a moment's notice, and that included Talune's tithing holds.

She frowned, looking around the sandy area. No plants, that was a good thing. But then again, not much grew in sand...
She looked back over to M'lon and D'nasrin, speaking to them both this time; "Once the Lord Holder greets us we can go up to the Fire Heights and inspect the whole Hold. Be on the lookout for anything green. We can sear what they have with some agenothree... provided they have the tanks full." Her voice was firm and commanding, but did hold it's own air of femininity. M'za was female, of course, so her voice was higher-pitched than her male counterparts. And her voice was smooth, nothing sticking out like a sore thumb while she spoke... unles you wanted to talk about her southern accent.

Karuopith rumbled at the fellow Brown and the Blue that arrived, standing next to his mine and waiting for them to land as well. As they introduced themselves, Karuopith nodded, taking each name in as he knew his Rider was. ~My M'za is no oridnary female. Your Riders will have to work at her to keep on her good side. She takes offense easily but is a generally friendly person. I do not Rise, so neither of your Riders will have an easy go at her; fair warning.~ he replied to them both, giving a bit of information about his that he knew they would need very badly in the long run.
He stretched his wings, looking over at D'nasrin and M'lon with a keen eye. His needed a Wingsecond, and one of those two would be the best choice. They did, after all, show up. And he knew his Rider would /not/ choose someone who didn't.

[elainsie]

M'lon supressed the smile as he listened to D'nasrin's explanation of why they were late, easily guessing which Green pair he spoke of. They were infamous for working themselves up over things often resulting in calamitous happenings, and this was just the latest in a long line of accidents. However as M'za started to speak, her tone revealing her displeasure, M'lon was rather glad he had kept his face impassive. It would not do at all for her to think he was mocking her. However neither was he going to allow his fellow wing riders to be criticised quite so early on, though he if they were indeed boycotting this Drill, M'lon was of the private opinion they would deserve whatever retriubtion they received.

"I am sure more will appear shortly, it is not like any of them to shirk their duties usually, and everyone seemed rather glad to hear we were getting a new Wingleader," he hastened to add. He realised how bad it looked having so few riders turn up. And if it was so easy for M'lon to see the slight implied to M'za by the other rider's flouting of her leadership then there was no doubt it had not passed M'za's notice.

I hope you're right Mine, for with fewer of us here it means the more scrutiny ourselves and the brown pair will be under. The blue shuffled anxiously at the thought, however stopped the movement when M'za walked up to the pair and looked them over. M'lon pulled his shoudlers back in an attempt to straighten his postue, trying to give off the image of the seasoned rider he was. Okasrith however spoiled this with an untimely comment. If it's the I-am-about-to-fall-over look your trying to achieve you're doing well, but aside from that you're failing miserably, to which M'lon could no longer fight back the smile that so regularly graced his face.

As M'za looked at the area around the Hold so too did M'lon. The task she asked of them was not a particularly hard one, he had done as such any number of times in previous Drills. The problem that had arisen however was that with so few numbers, assuming no one else did show up, the job would take them much longer than M'lon had anticipated. After all there was a lot of ground to cover, and they could not risk even the smallest bit of growth going by unnoticed. And here I was thinking we might get out of this earlier than expected.

As Karupoith had chosen that moment to speak to himself and Masinath, Okasrith let M'lon's grumble slide, instead relaying the message. We have been warned, Okasrith added solemnly, before replying to his Wingleader, Thank you for the word of caution, both myself and my rider will attempt to be respectful and obliging. In no way do we wish to offend either yourself or Yours. The blue dipped his head in acknowldegment.

[Onyxaeon]

You gotta give me what's mine.
I want you to burn, I want you to steal.
I want you to bleed, and see how it feels.
I want you to beg, I want you to crawl.
Give more than you take, and smile through it all.
And know that everything you do, I do it for you.

|!/|D'nasrin|!!| Masinanth|\!|[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b]


D'nasrin took a moment to pause, his eyes carefully watching his new wingleader with his hand brought up under his chin, the other arm folded across his torso with his body leaning back against his Brown. M'lon had a point and, thank Faranth he had mentioned it. At least now the attention and intent eyes weren't on he and his Masinanth. It indeed was not like anyone bearing the Misted Reason shoulder knot to miss a duty, nor ignore drills they had long known would be happening. Though, the Brownrider could see their point: change was hard to accept no matter how much it was desperately needed and had been pleaded for. Even he had experienced a touch of doubt to this new wingleader of their's but, he figured, it was better to accept it and move on without complaining. It wasn't worth the trouble of having to perform Hold Watch Duty or cleaning out the sheds as punishment for insubordination.

A brow arched as M'za spoke of the 'Fire Heights'. Well, he had gathered her point but, they were already on one of the many watchposts of the Hold. The Sand Banks were Talune Hold's Fire Heights. It couldn't hurt to gently nudge that thought, especially considering there wasn't much of a threat of her reprimanding him since only he and the Blue Okasrith and His were among them. "With due respects, Talune Hold does not have a Fire Heights for their watchposts and the likes.-We've actually landed on one of the many outlooks used by our own watch dragons and their whers. They tend to leave these areas open for us, usually though, and their other sentries that are not bonded to dragon kin line the north side of the territory. If it aids the inspection, not a wing of Talune has ever had problems with this Hold. By all accounts, we lucked out and got the nicer portion of Pern settled into one area. Nusa, however, is a different story."

Masinanth's outer lids closed, narrowing his vision as he looked down from his superior height to His. Tact, MyOwn. We were just warned of her being easily offended, and you may have just put us in her bad graces. The Brownrider's shoulders rolled in a shrug and Masinanth had to fight back a snort as he turned his attention to Karuopith. I assure you both I and Mine will keep those notions reserved for appropriate times. He may not show it, but he does have a shred of respect, and I will keep him in line as an indifferent attitude often leads him to boredom and you can guess where that road leads down.