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Post by shadowreine on Jan 20, 2011 20:31:49 GMT -5
J'tor had found a relatively quiet corner of the dining hall for his meal. He had shooed off Zig and Zag, who had been determined to make it a particularly noisy one.
Now he had the time and space to, well, think. He had a fair bit to think about. Except that it was all of the same stuff. Round and round.
"We need something to happen around here to..."
...take everyone's minds off things. What did you do to take everyone's mind off of things? The brownrider suddenly sprung to his feet, glancing around for the Weyrwoman, Weyrleader, a queenrider, anyone with actual rank and authority.
He knew what Allride Weyr and Renegade Hold needed, but he hardly had the clout to organize it *himself*.
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Post by Lysita on Jan 21, 2011 9:49:23 GMT -5
Lysita had been finding out just how much work being weyrwoman entailed, although she had Idara and Maylina that she could get to help. Tirlynna had offered her services a while back, yet she wasn't sure about the ethics of using a rainbow rider for fausting off work.
While she was thinking things over, she wandered into the dining hall, Muud following close behind. The young brown was rarely seen away from his bonded, as loyal and dedicated as he was to his duties and to his bonded.
"I supposed you're hungry?" She asked the brown, who chirped in affirmation as he landed on her shoulder and eyed the wherry meat that she was transferring to a plate.
Several slices of meat and a generous heaping of roots and tubers later, she went to the head table and took her seat. It had taken a while to get used to sitting in such a prominent position, but she knew it was for ease of others finding her while she was in the dining hall. Little did she know her meal was likely to be interrupted, or she'd have taken her food to her weyr.
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Post by shadowreine on Jan 21, 2011 18:28:28 GMT -5
And...there was the Weyrwoman. J'tor made his way up to the head table. From the look on his face, whatever idea had so energized him was nothing *bad*.
At least he wasn't accompanied by his crazy firelizards, over which he never seemed to have any real *control*. And it wasn't for lack of training, either.
"Weyrwoman. A few minutes of your time?" the brownrider inquired politely. In the old traditions, he would have ranked just below the bronzeriders, a trusted lieutenant.
Things had, of course, changed, with the new ranks to fit in and the new techniques the Weyr had developed. But...brownrider still had a certain meaning to it.
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Post by Lysita on Jan 22, 2011 17:12:02 GMT -5
Lysita had just held out a slice of the meat to Muud when the brownrider's voice called her attention, causing her to look up.
"Of course, J'tor. Please sit. Would you like some klah?" Came her polite responce, reaching out to pour herself a mug of the stimulating drink before adding some sweetener and stirring.
"What's on your mind then?" She asked after the pleasantries were out of the way, her tone held interest and her expression was attentive. One hand dropped to rub over the slight swell of her stomach, however she was clearly oblivious to the action as she didn't seem to notice she'd done it.
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Post by shadowreine on Jan 23, 2011 13:16:43 GMT -5
J'tor settled down. "Everyone is so tense. Everyone is miserable. I understand why...Shards I'm pretty miserable myself."
He paused. "But I think we need something to get people's minds off the past and to get them start looking towards the future."
This was delicate. And maybe it WAS too soon after the Weyrwoman's death, but he only knew that this mood had to be broken, like the tension right before a storm. It was hurting everyone even more, morale was so far down that he suspected the only reason riders weren't defecting in droves was the High Council's continued ban on the new colors leaving the western continent...
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Post by Lysita on Jan 23, 2011 17:22:53 GMT -5
Lysita nodded at J'tor's words, knew they were true and that, yes, something needed to be done to boost the weyr's morale. Only problem was thinking up a good way, without having to mention the previous weyrwoman's death. Her gaze went down to her stomach, noticed her hand gently caressing over the slight bulge. Alright, so that was one thing that might boost morale, but it was still early days and she didn't want to say anything just yet.
"I agree. Did you have something in mind?" She replied, tilting her head curiously as her gaze went back to him. Muud chirped softly, sending the hunger he still felt as a reminder for her to feed him. Yet she sent him an image of him helping himself, so the brown did just that, taking a tuber into his claw and biting into it.
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Post by shadowreine on Jan 24, 2011 17:01:03 GMT -5
J'tor took a deep breath. "I think we need a Gather."
He didn't fail to notice her hand moving to her belly. So, the Weyrwoman was pregnant? Well, that tended to happen fairly regularly around the Weyr and unlike the female riders of fighting dragons, queenriders did not go between enough to lose a child. At least, not as often.
"We don't mention why. Just that it's...I don't know. Blame it on the season or something. But we need something. Something to really get our minds off everything that has happened and remind us there are good things about Allride."
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Post by Lysita on Jan 25, 2011 8:51:02 GMT -5
"A gather, hmm?" She murmured, pondering the idea as she listened to the rest of his words. Blame it on the season? That thought gave her a bit of amusement, thinking of ways that it could be explained.
"Did you have any other ideas? A gather is alot of work to pull off. Not that it wouldn't help, it would just take some time to sort out." Alright, so she was trying to be sensible, as well as knowing that she'd need to talk to F'mar about it, and he'd been rather distant lately. Then an idea came to her, one which she thought might bring out laughter, not just cheer people up.
"Games, races. Something for everyone to participate in. Flying races for the full grown dragons and older weyrlings. Running races for people and the younger weyrlings. Runner races to bet on, and runner rides for the little ones. Don't you think that would be so much fun for everyone?" She wasn't sure where the idea had come from, but she liked it alot.
"Of course, it can be merged with a gather, so there can also be stalls, food and drink too. A celebration of life." She added, the idea growing on her more and more as she thought about it.
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Post by shadowreine on Jan 25, 2011 14:31:27 GMT -5
J'tor grinned. "And we could have contests between the wings. Ooh, and three legged races for the kids."
Sure, it would be a lot of work...and the brownrider realized with sudden horror that he had volunteered for said work. Yeah. He was doomed.
But it was a good kind of doomed. "And we could have a cook off, and maybe...maybe we should ask around, see what kind of events people are interested in...and maybe make them run them. Dragon races would have to be split by size...can't expect a rainbow to go against a bronze. One or the other's going to have an unfair advantage."
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