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Post by HG on Mar 5, 2012 16:51:28 GMT -5
He didn’t care. Not really. Maybe he minded a little more than he dared let on but N’var had given up on the leadership of the Weyr. He was not going to wait any longer. All these riders were going North and he was stuck in the South. Well he was not going to sit around and wait to be given coordinates by the higher ups. He spent several sevendays planning every detail of the picture he would give Nemesyth when the time came. When the time did come, he would go home. He would see his parents and despite there likely disappointment at his rank, he would at least get to say goodbye. They were not allowed South seeing as they were insignificant to the building of crafts and other needed things in the South. Lord Holders were apparently considered worthless.
N’var waited until there was a day where he could plan out exactly when he would not be missed. Nemesyth supported him in this because it meant so much to him. He had so much to talk to them about and to see them and for them to know him as N’var, dragonrider of Pern instead of youngest son of a Lord Holder. Dragonrider sounded so much more glamorous. N’var’s haughtiness was never to be under exaggerated. He had been given so many gifts by his parents, one of them being his determination. N’var was going home if it was the last thing he ever did.
And it might as well be if he got caught. He doubted his Wingleader who happened to be Weyrleader would be all that forgiving for disobeying direct orders and doing whatever he felt like. N’var had grown up knowing what the consequences were to all of his actions. He seriously doubted they could take anything more away from him than they already had. He might even go so far as to save some of the children in his family at some point. If he was going to pull this off, he couldn’t be laden with passengers who weren’t supposed to be there. Then he was really going to be in trouble.
Nemesyth stood on their ledge, the same determination reflected in her stance as her rider’s mindset. N’var packed a comb in with some of the fruit and provisions he had managed to sneak up from the kitchens. He could help, if only minimally. While this was all his own idea, there lingered the fear in the back of his mind that he would once again be viewed as a failure by his father. His mother, well, she would love him despite or perhaps even in spite of his differences. He was most like her of all his siblings because she had taken pains to spend time with him since his father had mostly ignored his existence. He was lifted himself up onto Nemesyth’s back, gave her clear, concise coordinates and waited for the cold of Between.
“Black, blacker, blackest…” And he was there. Keroon Hold. His parents had done what he thought they would in light of the Threadfall. There was no green on the Hold anywhere. The dark, nearly black, green circled above the main courtyard, giving herself enough time to assess where to land below. There seemed to be people crammed in everywhere so she landed just outside the Hold. Do not worry. The people here do not kill dragons.
[/b] She paused as he dismounted. N’var scratched the dragon’s eye ridges lovingly. That was probably the only thing the North had going for them. No fanatical dragon killers. Oh and do not worry about what they think. I am amazing, you are also. If they cannot see that they are not worthy of our attentions or help in the future.[/b] And Nemesyth, unlike most of her kind, knew how to hold a grudge. If she felt slighted the person or dragon who insulted her would be dealt with eventually. One way or another, Nemesyth got back at her enemies. The handsome Lord’s son, was not recognized. Not by anyone. The poor rag tag group of rugged and starving looking people who gathered all around the stone of the Hold were not the Keroonians he remembered. Still he made his way up to the main courtyard where there seemed to have been some sort of food distribution set up. It took some time to wade throught he mass of people before he could get up to the stone staircase that led to the Entry Hall. He was stopped but only for a moment by the Hold Guard who noticed the leathers before anything else. The Lord and Lady had made it clear that all dragonriders were allowed inside and may have an audience with the Lord and Lady whenever they wished. So to N’var’s surprise no one seemed to recognize him in the leathers but they let him in on account that he was a rider. This was getting a bit weird. The steward was not new and when N’var entered the old man’s eyes went wide and he scurried off before N’var could say a word. Where were people’s manners these days? His parent’s hall was not as decedent as he remembered it to be. It seemed they had sold off some of their finer tapestries. He sat down at the table and combed his hair quickly, which after flying and getting through the mess outside he was surprised had not been too messed up. He put the comb away just in time to hear the steward coming back. “Nevarre.” He bowed slightly. “Your parents will be down in a moment.” The trip would be worth it in the end. His mother would see he was well taken care of at least. Rejection was the only thing he could really worry about and who were they to reject him? Three Turns as a dragonrider had done nothing to make him more humble. He was as haughty and arrogant as ever. This showed in the way he stood, in the way he talked, it was part of what made him who he was. His mother was the first to arrive in the hall. N’var stood up and walked towards her. She was crying and smiling at the same time. “Darling, you look wonderful.” With that they embraced as mother’s and sons will after a long separation. “I was told you were a dragonrider now.” She said with pride. His father had to ruin the fun with, “Yes but we couldn’t understand why you weren’t sent here sooner.” He was a hard man to like, especially for N’var who took his father’s condescending tone and ignored it. “I am now N’var rider of green Nemesyth. She tried to come in closer but the courtyard was full. I brought a small amount of food with me but hopefully it will help you at least a little.” His father had gone completely quiet, mouth tight lipped and jaw clenched. It was obvious to N’var that particular news did not sit well. His mother was the one who continued to show love and interest in her youngest child. “I thought it would be good for you to see me and know I’m well. I know you don’t have much time but I thought we could sit and talk for a while.” He said, trying to include his father who finally burst out with. “You were always different. I should have seen this coming. My son likes men.” He grimaced and turned away. “It would be best if you did not talk to anyone in the Hold about this.” “Best for who?”N’var countered, squaring his shoulders. “I may not be the son you wanted but I am a dragonrider of Pern. I deserve your respect. I’ve fought in physical battles and won. I’ve rescued people and I led the Expedition safely to Refuge Weyr. You are the one who should be ashamed of who you are.” This was as he thought it would be. Nemesyth’s calm yet cold voice came to him clearly, Its not worth being angry. Lets go home before we’re missed.[/b] He turned on heel and hugged his mother one more time. “I hope we see eachother again.” Was all he could muster at that moment. He didn’t care if his father died but his mother was a delicate soul. She would be so good in the Creche or something. There could easily be a place for her at the Weyr if she wanted to come and do menial work. N’var brushed passed the people, his rage was mirrored by the red in his cheeks. He was not coming back here for a while. Not until his emotional outrage cooled. Nemesyth was waiting for him just where he left her. She was the best dragon on all of Pern. Only a fool wouldn’t be able to see that. His father was clearly a fool. N’var swung himself up onto Nemesyth. She took off into the air and within seconds they Betweened back to the Weyr. A couple candlemarks had passed but he really did not think he’d been missed at all. Nemesyth landed in the Bowl which was unfortunately dusty. I am going to eat. Alright. I’ll be by the Lake. He said, taking the riding straps off and slinging them onto his shoulder. Sometimes being a Lord Holder’s son was one of the worst positions in the World to be in. [/blockquote][/center][/font]
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Mar 5, 2012 19:00:42 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithRefuge Weyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader As Issarith had become more and more egg heavy as the sevendays passed Tseravith had become much and much more attentive to every detail that transpired. Not only those of his golden mate, as well as Hers and His, but of all the details of the Weyr that he and J’ldaem were now responsible to guide and protect along with Sakorai and her beautiful Issarith. More often than not J’ldaem himself had scolded the bronze for being so uptight as of late and wanting to keep tabs on everything; but deep down the man could understand the force driving his lifemate.
These were his future children, his clutch with the lovely Issarith, and both dragon and rider still vividly remembered the last raids on the Weyrs by the Holdless. Tseravith would not allow any harm to befall his Queen, or their clutch, not while he was around. Therefore it was of the utmost importance that he remained vigilant and alert.
It was this way of thinking that had turned the bronze into paying close attention not just to the Weyr and the people in it, but the dragons as well. Often and dawn he would lay in his ledge and study them all, day in and day out, and the few times he was not making sure his lovely Issarith was in need of anything. A doting mate to the end, if the small Queen needed him the bronze would be by her side in an instant.
It had been during this practice of silently watching the others that he had noticed faint changes in one of the greens of his wing, the very dark colored Nemesyth. At first he had passed it as unimportant, perhaps she would be rising soon or some minimal thing, but as that morning she and her rider suddenly winked between – and away from his telepathic reach – the bronze snorted ever so slightly as a low rumble vibrated down his throat.
Mine, Nemesyth and her N’var have left Refuge Weyr. He’s probably off to bathe her or something Tseravith, stop fretting so mu— I cannot sense her presence anymore. Not even faintly.
N’var, N’var, N’var... With an inward groan the man grumbled as a hand smacked into his face, stirring among his bedfurs as he forced himself awake. N’var, the rider of green Nemesyth and one of the members of his Pyralis Wing. A north born lad that had reached Refuge along with others by what the scrolls had taught the man, impressed and lived here thereafter. Faintly he remembered reading some of A’lez’ reports about his visits t the North, and among the list of riders brought for the trips he was certain the dark haired lad’s name had never been in them.
The reasoning had been unclear to the man, though he hadn’t paid much attention to it as he broke night after night catching up with all there was to learn about Refuge and how it had been managed until his arrival. Tseravith had been determined to do things as perfectly as possible now that they had reached the position His had fervently dreamed of for all these turns and that meant there had been no room for slacking.
”Tseravith, inform me once N’var returns.”
* * * They return, mine.
As the warning came from his bonded icy blue eyes lifted from the current scroll in his lap and in the direction of the Weyrbowl, a fine eyebrow raised in mild speculation. Barely a few candlemarks had gone since their unauthorized trip to the North, in all honesty J’ldaem had expected the man to be missing for much longer – after all, he had no drills schedule for his wing this day. Standing from his chair he moved to the door, motioning the nearest drudge to bring forth some food items and klah back to his office, before he returned to the various scrolls scattered around his desk.
Let him know I expect to see him here immediately.
He would use the time until N’var arrived to organize his research enough; after all it wouldn’t do well for the leader of the Weyr to give such a messy appearance. Carefully lifting his head to avoid waking up the resting gold besides him Tseravith contacted Nemesyth without haste. Nemesyth of N’var, J’ldaem wishes to meet with Yours in his office. Now. The message, as well as order, relayed the bronze went back to his original position besides his queen – his mind link strong and focused on J’ldaem as he closed his multifaceted eyes to rest besides his mate.
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Post by HG on Mar 5, 2012 19:24:46 GMT -5
Mine. The Weyrleader wishes to see you in his office. Now. She relayed feeling a little upset about the whole ordeal herself. When her rider was unhappy, she was unhappy. She expressed her emotion by tearing apart the runner she was going to eat, mutilating it beyond recognition and then finally dining. Her maw was covered in blood which she made no move to clean. She was using her anger in a more productive way than N’var would. The dark haired rider grimaced at the relay. I’ll be there shortly. He told her and changed direction from heading to the lake to heading for the inside of the Weyr.
The green relayed the message to Tseravith, N’var is on his way. before getting back to her feeding frenzy. Meanwhile N’var’s face went from flushed and angry to blank as stone. Unlike what other people might think, N’var could control himself when it was imperative that he do so. He was meeting with the WEyrleader that meant keeping himself cool although N’var was never very good around male authority figures; they tended to set him off more than any other type of person. He could even deal with crying babies more easily than men who exercised control over his life.
It took a good ten to fifteen minutes to walk from where he was to the Weyrleader’s office. The cavernous passages of the Weyr were not easily traversed and N’var found himself, not for the first time, wondering what moron designed the plans for this place. Nothing led where it ought to. The place was a maze to people not from there. He found himself avoiding traversing the inner portions of the Weyr when possible. Right now though, he had no choice. The riding straps over his shoulder were starting to bother him so he moved them over to the other shoulder.
No doubt he was about to get talked to about his little trip. He had not caused trouble. He had done nothing but see his parents. No one else even knew he was there except the steward and he wouldn’t dare say anything after what transpired. He would not risk losing his cushy position inside the Hold. N’var squared his shoulders as he stopped at the door. His knock was steady and quick. To him it sounded proper given the situation.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Mar 5, 2012 19:57:20 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithRefuge Weyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader He comes. Good, thank you Tseravith.
Silently the man finished organizing his desk enough, the latest and more important scrolls still pending for his reviewing lying in a neatly stacked pile to the left – the current scroll of the Northern expeditions still opened in his desk. He had been meaning to review them again this morning, it was almost ironic how now he found himself meeting with one of his greenriders about an unauthorized trip to said region. In the back of his mind the man made a mental note to himself – he and Sakorai would soon need to visit the northerner’s allied with the dragonriders to keep communication and relationships in friendly enough terms.
A faint knock was at the door, before the earlier drudge poked his head inside – upon being given an affirmative nod by the Weyrleader he ushered inside with two others. A platter with various food items had been brought from the lower caverns and set aside on an empty table to the left of his office, along with three different pitchers: wine, klah and water. Their task done the drudges departed the office as quick as they had come, the brunette man standing and walking over to the platter of assorted delicacies.
Grabbing one of the two empty cups that had been brought along as well he poured some wine into it, swirling the liquid a few times as he savored it aroma. It was then that the quick, yet steadier, knock of N’var rapped against his door.
”Come on in, N’var. Please, join me for a drink.”
He had waited long enough for the man to enter his domain before motioning to the empty cup, though by the tones in his voice it was clear it wasn’t much of a request as it was an order. While J’ldaem did enjoy drinking company the man was still unsure how he should be fully addressing this issue at hand. Still, he was not angry – at least not yet – and the bronzerider knew best than anyone that a cup of wine or two a day made wonders to keep his mood in more pleasant and friendly airs.
”To Refuge and her Queens, yes?”
As N’var finally filled his own cup J’ldaem turned to the man with a simple toast, touching his cup to his lightly before taking a single and smooth gulp from the crimson colored contents inside his own. Quietly he walked back to his desk, standing in front of it as he turned and leaned against it for comfort. The cup was no placed on the wooden surface besides him, discarded for the time being as the man focused his vibrant eyes on the other dragonrider.
”Now I am sure you know why I have called you here, N’var of Nemesyth; but before anything I await to hear what you have to say.”
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Post by HG on Mar 13, 2012 19:03:46 GMT -5
Come in and join him for a drink? Seriously? Well N’var was pretty sure he’d never been asked to drink with a Bronzerider before let alone the Weyrleader. He could have had a heart attack right there in the doorway. He kept such thoughts from his face and eyes since it would do no good to exasperate the man who was being so very civil with the errant greenrider. Maybe it was more of an order but it seemed like a request and it was much better if he thought of it that way. No need to get himself worked up for nothing. The greenrider walked closer to the desk where the glasses were and watched the Weyrleader for signs of insanity. People who were calm and then volatile put him on edge. He was not sure that was the case here but he sure didn’t want to find out the hard way. He was watchful but still took the glass as offered then filled it half way.
“Indeed. To Refuge and her Queens.” He lifted the glass to toast and then drank a sip. He let the wine sit on the roof of his mouth as he breathed the taste in. It was clearer than ever that the greenrider was from a Lord’s family. He was not attempting to impress the Weyrleader it was simply how he tasted all wine before he drank more of it. He liked to think about the taste. There were wines that were lesser quality than others though this particular wine was Southern made and more of the mediocre but it was not horrible. He took a seat across the desk from J’ldaem.
He was going to be honest. N’var knew exactly what this was all about. The timing suggested it could not be anything else. He was not going to apologize for it. “I am from Keroon. Thankfully Keroon is still very supportive of dragonriders. I went to visit my parents as a trip North has been denied me for over three Turns. Unlike people with families who work in a craft, my parents and siblings will likely die in the North because they are Holders and will be the last needed to come South. I will be unable to help them. Is it really too much to ask to allow me to visit them once?”
What would anyone else have done in his position? He had been more than patient. More than he felt he should be. Nemesyth and he had been very careful about the geography and the mental picture he had presented. Nemesyth only Betweened when she knew exactly where her rider wanted to go. No one had been hurt, well except for him and possibly his mother. She accepted him for who he was and always had. His father was still the same disappointed, bitter man he had always been. N’var was the son he never wanted and he still seemed to feel that way. Being a dragonrider was not as impressive if he rode a green and it made N’var angry. Nemesyth was one of the best dragons in her wing and if anyone said otherwise they were liars.
Now for judgment of another kind, he thought with a mental sigh. . His leader would have to make a decision on how to punish and what was appropriate. He didn’t see anything really wrong with what he did. The only thing that was wrong was he had not asked permission. Would any sane person ask after being denied for turns? He didn’t think so. Perhaps the other leaders thought he was a loose cannon but N’var was a hard worker, a good wingrider and a solid swordsman. He would not be told he could not be counted on when needed.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Apr 1, 2012 20:49:24 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithRefuge Weyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader He had enjoy the various flavors laced into the wine produced in the south, a wine he was more than accustomed by now but could never quite had enough. This bottle had actually been an experiment he had been told, laced along with a few added spices not commonly used; and while certainly not as smooth as he had hoped the taste was not that undesirable. Silently the man made a mental note to talk with the old man later after this issue was resolved; he was definitely on to something with this new combination, though it still needed more work. His glass, however, was but all forgotten now as he focused his attention on the Greenrider – wine innovation could wait until later.
He was quite appreciative of the young man’s bluntness and honesty; he much preferred not having to play a cat and mouse game with this issue.
He listened with particular attention to all N’var had to say; between his arrival here, Issarith’s sudden appearance, her flight and his sudden promotion to Weyrleader of Refuge Weyr the brunette man had certainly not had much time to acclimate himself and mingle with many of the other inhabitants of the Weyr before him. It was something that had been quite damaging in turn, rumors flew fast and high in these places and it was no secret that many did not agree with his sudden new position – or that of Sakorai’s. But while the woman would be Weyrwoman until her death he did not run such an easy fate, and J’ldaem had that pressure in the back of his mind constantly.
It was quite exhausting really.
Is hand moved to the previously forgotten cup, lifting the object close to his nostrils as he gently swirled the wine inside with a precise and smooth movement of his wrist, enjoying the aroma of the spices laced wine before taking another drink and setting it down once more. He turned to N’var, finally seeming to be done analyzing the man’s previous statement. From the scrolls A’lez had left behind (though their rather thin and scarce amount made J’ldaem quite suspicious) he had indeed learned that his wingmember was originally from the North, no other than one of the sons of the Lord Holders in Keroon. N’var had confirmed this, and as he moved onto his main reason for wanting to go J’ldaem could not really fault the man.
He understood from where the Greenrider came; the turn he had spent separated from the sole direct family member left, his little sister Kreallie, had been all but grueling and unforgiving. To think N’var had gone three years instead of one, especially with how the conditions in the North had turned from not favorable to worse... well, he was surprised really that the man had not acted sooner.
”No, I agree that it is not too much to ask. However I am left to assume A’lez had some reasoning behind it.” What those reasons might’ve been the new Weyrleader could only speculate – the older Bronzerider and he hadn’t crossed paths since Issarith’s flight. ”However, from what I have seen of you and Nemesyth in our wing drills you are both very cautious and reliable members.”
He would let the man off the hook easily this one time, the Weyrleader decided, his mind already working overtime on how he would play it all out. It was true what he said, so far N’var had never given him reason to suspect the man of much – and even Tseravith had sounded quite shocked and surprised when Nemesyth had suddenly disappeared with the man earlier that morning. Another glance at the rather small amount of scrolls and records about the dealings of the North was the final push the young man needed to seal his decision. N’var was already subordinated to himself before his new promotion, and would probably continue to be for a good turn or so until the future hatchlings of his bronze and the queen were ready to join in the wing ranks.
”Well N’var, considering no one else but ourselves are currently aware of your little escapade to the North I’ve decided we will keep this between ourselves. This, of course, means that by all accounts if anyone asks you had been previously authorized by me to carry on such a visit.” He waited a few moments to let this sink in for the northerner Greenrider. He, J’ldaem, would let him off the hook this once; if only because he could understand the man’s own plight. ”However since you are in need of a reason to be going to the North—and I am in need of some aid gathering the information lacking from these scrolls,” a hand moved to signal them, flicking one slightly to make his point and opinion of them before he resumed, ”you are from now on to report to me all of the dealings of the North in each of your scheduled trips. I want to know how are things moving over there; both in translating population here to the South as well as the political situation up North. This will also include, of course, Threadfall reports.”
It did sound like quite the handful once he revaluated the tasks he had just assigned upon the young man, the Weyrleader taking a moment to raise his fingers close to his lips as he thought for a few moments, before finally addressing N’var once more. ”You may choose one other dragonrider to aid you with all of these new duties, and I expect your reports to always arrive on time – and directly into my hands.” He was giving N’var some freedom in the North, but in return he expected the Greenrider to deliver – and deliver good. Already the young Weyrleader knew this decision of his could play out either way in his current reputation in the Weyr; he was taking a gamble with N’var, and if N’var wanted to keep this new privilege He had better deliver and be on to shape with all the things J’ldaem expected of him in return.
If his performance slacked just a bit too much for his approval he would revoke this privilege right back.
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Post by HG on Apr 2, 2012 15:47:42 GMT -5
N’var was quite certain he was going to be given latrine duty and extra watch duties at the very least. His anticipation was from the previous leaders feelings on his character. He might not be the most likeable person around but he had never considered himself disloyal. Past leadership did not trust him, it was simple as that. Though he knew D’seus thought well enough of him to be reluctant to let him go to Pyralis Wing.
He felt himself shrug and sip at his wine again. He might be a little aware of their concerns previously but there was no need for them to be concerned about him possibly stirring the political pot up in the North. They had more important concerns up there now. He would always side with Keroon but Keroon had been a leader when it came to seeking out the dragonriders and since then had been accommodating in every way they could be to the dragonriders.
There was no reason not to be allied with Keroon on a political level in N’var’s mind. Still he wasn’t going to fly to Bitra and start trouble. Everyone knew you could not trust a Bitran. The punishment he waited for never came. Instead they were going to act like his visit was sanctioned by the Weyrleader and therefore was perfectly okay. He was in shock for just a moment before nodding. Yes, he would gladly tell anyone who might ask that he was on official Weyr business. Little did he know his escapade would lead to more work. N’var did not mind work, especially when he thought he was being more useful than other greenriders. Nemesyth saw herself above the lot of them and N’var was only happy to agree with her.
The enormity of the task was in many ways more than he had ever anticipated being given as a greenrider. On the other hand, N’var had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Becoming J’ldaem’s informant on the North would mean garnering not only trust from the man but even respect. Normally he would not be so quick to be under the thumb of a man in power, especially after growing up with his father.
However, ever since joining Pyralis Wing he had felt much less judged by his past and more by his present actions. He was not just a Lord Holder’s son, spoiled and arrogant. He was a dragonrider, he put his duty first. Even when he was a Lord Holder’s son, he was taught that. He had finally proven his worth during the Holdless attack. N’var was quite handy in a sword fight.
After all the tasks had been listed, he figured he would need help. Again the Weyrleader surprised him. He was going to allow N’var to choose who would travel North with him. There were many people at the Weyr who he knew but he had not allowed himself to grow particularly close with many of them. Perhaps he should choose someone he did not know well though. There were several riders on his mind almost immediately but more questions bombarded him as he thought about whether the other rider should be from the South to allow for a less partisan view of the political situation in the North.
“Yes sir. How often would you like to have these reports?” It was really his only question, being raised a Lord Holder’s son had many advantages, including perusing many detailed reports and knowing what information was important and what information was not. He was a perfectionist, there would be few mistakes and though his writing was a bit feminine, it was easy to read.
“I’ll inform you of the other person involved as soon as I figure out who is worthy of the task.” He was not going to act on emotion in this. He needed to work with a reliable, hard working person who did not easily get angered. Although he did get angry much more easily than he would like, the greenrider would prefer to only have to watch his own temper. He did not really care what the color of the dragon or gender of the other rider was. It was not likely he would ever have a true lover again and he would rather keep this relationship as platonic as possible. The mission should be more important than any relationship gains.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Apr 2, 2012 16:38:10 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithRefuge Weyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader It was evident on more than one occasion that N’var had been surprised again, and again, by the decisions of his Wingleader and Weyrleader. It was something that in turn amused the Bronzerider, taking another sip of his wine as he listened to N’var once he finally started speaking once more.
”Every two sevendays you will report to me; anything you might deem rather important and of immediate attention can be reported as soon as you’re clear on what you’re dealing with.” He took a moment to consider a decent, but still perhaps too fast, time deadline for the Threadfall reports. ”Thread reports should be from two to five days after the fall. For now A’lez is adamant on letting his wing cover them; so you will be temporarily assigned to him whenever they head North to flame. You will, of course participate and help in Threadfall; but once Nemesyth’s stamina is depleted your main focus will be recording every detail. Same goes to whoever you choose to aid you in these tasks; I trust you’ll make a smart choice in this.”
N’var rode, after all, a green; and no green would ever last a Threadfall fully. A’lez, riding Neinoth, would be busy throughout the entire thing however, giving N’var plenty of free time to do his own thing and record as much as he could about everything: from strategies and pattern of the falling thread to any injuries and whatnot. Frankly the new Weyrleader did not trust the reports A’lez had left behind; they felt much too incomplete and superficial considering the matters at hand and left many large lagoons of missing information J’ldaem had no other way to fill in.
”As for your visits you may go North anywhere from one to thrice in a sevenday; though the more time you spend up there the more detailed and thick I expect your reports to be. While I do expect you to keep up with Pyralis wing drills if you feel you absolutely need the time to instead work on the reports notify me before hand.” Finishing his wine he set the glass aside, striding to return back to his chair and continue with his work before halting and turning to address N’var one last time. ”Do not make me regret this decision, N’var of Nemesyth.” While his tone of voice was serious, in order to implicate just how important this detail was, the Weyrleader offered the Greenrider a smile and a pat on his shoulder.
So far N’var had proven to be quite reliable for the short time he had known the man; J’ldaem was determined to continue judging the Greenrider based on his accomplishments from here on out.
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