Logs:Wingleader Review
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| RL Date: 27 September, 2011 |
| Who: E'gin, Meara |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Meara calls E'gin in to review his tenure as weyrling wingleader. |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 11, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions |
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| It's the 21st day of the month, and tomorrow? Tomorrow, the weyrling dragons will reach a full five months old. It's an hour or so after dinner, now, and the training cavern has mostly cleared out - save Meara, who has put her feet up on the old, battered couch, stretched out and reading the report she's tucked into her lap. Isath hangs out just outside the lintel leading into the barracks, her wings furled tight at her sides; she extends a narrow thread of moonlight towards Vysravth, inviting, « Perhaps yours should come and join mine. For a chat. » The image of E'gin sitting at a table in the barracks, pausing for a second, and then rising with a stretch is projected. «He is coming.» It is barely a moment before the weyrling is moving through the entrance of the barracks into the training cavern, his hand stuck in the back of his pants as he finishes tucking in his shirt. Vysravth, follow after, at a much more subdued pace, perhaps because he, himself, was not called. The couch is approached with a quick salute to the weyrlingmaster, "Evening." Meara's lackadaisical stance doesn't much shift as the weyrling approaches; after a lazy salute, she waves idly at one of the nearby chairs, encouraging E'gin with a cheerful, "Pull up a seat. So." But she doesn't get further than that, presumably waiting for him to settle. « You can listen, too, » says Isath, brightly. « And share. If /you/ have thoughts. » E'gin slides into a chair, crossing one leg over the other so the ankle is resting on the knee, maintaining a slightly more formal posture than the weyrlingmaster. Vyrsavth perks up, a metallic cranking sound echoes through his thoughts. « Really? » A grin is given to the dragon before E'gin turns back to Meara with a smile. "Okay month?" « A wingleader is only as good as his pair, » is Isath's firm opinion. « I am weyrlingmaster as much as she is. What do you think, Vysravth? » Meara hooks one foot over the far edge of the couch, using it to propel herself into a more seated position, though she's still far from formal. "Is that your assessment of it, E'gin? Or what you're hoping I'll tell you. What's your final report on the month?" There is some air of vindication on the part of Vysravth as he huffs at his rider, « I don't much like everyone hating E'gin, youknowwhatI'mtalkin'about? But he insists that it was the way to bond people. A common enemy. » There is a nod from the boy to the brown, "It could have been better. I'd have like to see the formations a little tighter, but I was working everyone pretty hard, and I guess that was the trade off. Everybody is working better together, and actually talking, which ad to be dealt with first." He pauses, "If I was a wingleader, I mean, for more than a month I might have used a different strategy, but considering the time I think I did what was best." He curls his lips up to onside thoughtfully, and then nods. Isath's tone is light: reflective. « A common enemy. » She's neither approving nor disapproving; she's thoughtful. « And do you think, now that you are no longer the wingleader, it will be easier? Better? What about for the one who comes after? » Meara fastens a thoughtful glance upon E'gin, her expression as unreadable as her lifemate's opinion. "Good. I think that's the most important thing: you did what you thought was best. I /am/ glad to see that everyone is working together better; you're a wing, the lot of you, especially now that you're most of you in the air. It's important, that you can work together. So - the person who comes next. Will they have an easier job? A harder one?" « Easier. Not in the personnel department, but more sleep perhaps. » Vysravth seems amused with his joke, though there is a hint of truth to it. « Though, knowing E'gin he'll still study the charts just as hard. » E'gin draws his eyebrows together and is silent for a moment, thinking, "Easier, at least at first. They won't work them as hard, so everyone will like them more, by default, but it will be hard to say anything negative or call for more work - if they let they let them get to friendly." There is another pause, "I really suppose that whether it is easier or harder is up to them. Though I have weighed the pros and cons of telling them why ran things the way I did. I guess it would depend on who is next, and their temperment. Or really, in the end it is up to you." /That/ seems to amuse Isath, who says, fondly, « Of course he will. He can't afford to slack off... things are only going to get harder, and /some/ of you, » the silver threads, her mental image indicates, « May not make it through. » Is it a warning? Or just information? "Mmm," agrees Meara, twisting so that her feet are, finally, back on the floor. "No, it's not up to me. Your successor will know whatever he or she knows, depending on what you tell them. I won't be interfering: that's not my job. Will you be relieved, to hand over your duties?" A warning? A challenge? What ever it was it causes Vysravth to lift his stubby head and snake it in the direction of the green. A predatory coolness in his voice, « We will not fail. » The ruthlessness slips from his eyes, and he slowly lowers his head to the ground. E'gin nods, "Then we'll see. Everyone will still dislike me, except for Iolene, I think." There is something calculating behind this, but he bursts into a short snorted chuckle. "That is complicated question. Mostly no. I find it..invigorating, formations, figuring out who works well, capitalizing strengths, covering weaknesses..." He pauses, "I know that as the dragons get older there will be more and more of that..." He smirks, "And it was -challenging-, I will miss that the most." He pauses and snorts, "I suppose I was supposed to say yes, happy to give it to the next guy. Share and what not." He lifts his face to meet the weyrlingmasters with an unapologetic grin. « Good. » Isath seems satisfied by that, at least. Her rider pauses, listening to E'gin, her expression drawing together hesitantly for a few moments before she can't help herself: she grins. "No, you're allowed to say you'll miss it. There's a certain-- something about it. Leadership. Not all of us want it, but for some of us-- it's always something to aspire towards. To be challenged like that." She pauses for a single beat, and then adds, "I hope they don't dislike you for it. Ultimately. Perhaps you'd like to spread the news that, in a few months, we'll be taking you all out camping on that island of yours." She says it quite casually, though her gaze is watching for his reaction intently. "And that you'll be getting your weyrs in another seven or two." "I'll be fine. It would be worse if we couldn't work together, we'd be miserable bunch for the weyr if no one learned anything because we couldn't get along. Oh camp-" E'gin falters visibly, Vysravth is visibly shaken by his rider's reason. Even as the boy recovers quickly, the brown seems less likely to settle back down. "Camping on the island?" Calmed down the boy continues, "Hadn't realized I hadn't thought about that place in while", a slow grin creeps across his face a buried sadness too deep to completly hide. "Well, it'll be good to see it again -better to leave on our own this time. Imagine that. This time I'll fly back on Vysravth." Looking away, he allows his brain time to process the idea. Isath extends a wary, curious thought to the brown, in the wake of that reaction, and Meara leans forward - cautious, faintly concerned, despite the way E'gin calms down. "You'll be able," she says, carefully, "to show the other weyrlings how things worked. How you lived. Where you came from." She's very even with her tone, though, as though she's not entirely sure what the reaction will be. "It'll be good for your dragons, too. To see." "Yes, perhaps they will understand us better." E'gin tilts his head to the side, "Show them how real men fish." He grins and shoves his hands in his pockets. "You know, I've never even shown him." As if suddenly realizing he could, "He asked me what it meant 'exile', you know, right on the sands. First thing he said to me...and I've never even shown him." There is a soft chuckle, "Just been too busy, I guess." There is a confirmation now, "I guess it would be good, for all of us. Can't know where you're going if you don't remember where ya been." "Mm," agrees Meara, and somehow, she seems relieved. "I don't want anyone to think that we're trying to... invade your island or anything. It will be a weyrling-run operation." Whatever that means. "You should share it with him. I think it's important: it's part of you. You're High Reaches Dragonriders, now, but that doesn't mean the past is irrelevant, or unimportant." E'gin nods, "Well in all honesty, I could see a couple taking it the wrong way, but they'd take anything the wrong way, so..." He shrugs softly, "It'll be nice to be back, though, and with Vysravth." Hands are moved from pockets and cross in front of him, "I appreciate that, if the dragons know what they are doing, and they liked what they saw in us, or past can't be too bad, right?" The right side of his mouth curls up. Meara's nod is faintly uncertain, as though she's not entirely sure she's doing the right thing. "It's up to you whether you'd like to share the news with others, E'gin. It will be announced more officially, later; for the rest, we'll see what happens." There's a beat, and she presses a smile back onto her face. "Yes. The dragons always know what they're doing. They wanted you-- that's what matters." She half rises, then pauses. "Anything else you want to share, while we're talking? Otherwise - I'll let you get back to your evening." "No, ma'am." E'gin pauses, "Except that I am greatful you gave me the opportunity. Hope I didn't let you down." With a soft grin, and since he's been excused, the weyrling turns on his heels and heads back into the barracks, as he passes by Vysravth, "Looks like I need to show you some things besides formations tonight." The bulky brown receives one affection slap on his hindquarter, before E'gin continues on, shoving his hands into his pockets. |
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Iolene (Satiet) left a comment on Wed, 28 Sep 2011 03:07:37 GMT.
Camping!!
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