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|when=Day 8, month 8, turn 35 of Interval 10
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Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr

Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge bowl narrows from the even broader plain to

the west, continuing the ever so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the Weyr's lake and surrounding

foliage. More open to sun and wind than the western bowl, but less frequented when there aren't weyrlings in

residence, the bowl's grassy tufts keep the topsoil in place and thicken into a bloodstained meadow within the

feeding pens that adjoin the lake.

At the base of the surrounding cliffs lie entrances to several caverns, including the dragon infirmary and the

weyrling barracks: the former to the northwest near where the spires begin, the latter opposite to the southwest.

Both archways are large and dark enough for any dragon to pass through, but it's the infirmary's that is haunted by

faint smells of redwort and numbweed, as though over generations they have seeped into the very stone. To the

southeast, between the weyrling area and the lake, there are a handful of structures built into the floor of the

bowl, standing out amidst otherwise an empty space.

Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat

with no humidity lingering in the air.

It is a summer afternoon, 19:21 of day 8, month 8, turn 35 of Interval 10.

A cloudless expanse of cerulean greeted the weyrlings on this day of their unmanned fight practice, Rukbat shining

bright high above. They have been working on their flying skills for almost a month now and it's clear there's been

major improvements. Most dragons are happily soaring short stints across the bowl, under the watchful tutelage of

Quinlys, of course. Zmeyth has learned the quick of it since his initial trouble gliding off the ground, and by the

end of their lesson for the day, is winging higher. V'ros is on the ground, shielding his eyes from the sun, with a

big, goofy grin on his face. Some of the other weyrlings are shouting encouragement, but his brown needs none - his

accomplishments stand on their own.

R'hin hasn't exactly been a commonly spotted face around the Weyr since the Hatching -- as with much of his wing.

Today, however, the weyrling dragons are flying, and it's by absolutely no coincidence that the Savannah Wingleader

happens to be jogging around the bowl. It's not the first time he's been around in a non-obvious way during the

weyrling lessons, though this time he's obviously taking note of the lesson to hand, and he's not the only one --

there's a smattering of riders, and a few other Wingleaders or seconds, keeping a close eye on the progress of the

weyrlings and their dragons. R'hin's jogging slows as he does another round of the bowl, settling into a walk and

slowing as he veers towards where V'ros is seated, his approach notable if only for the fact that he casts a shadow

over the weyrling. "He looks as if he's enjoying it," the bronzerider notes, though he's watching the rider rather

than the dragon.

The presence of so many ranking dragonriders 'should' cause the weyrlings to be anxious, but they're all so caught

up in their dragons that they spare little attention to their audience. And who can blame them, with the way the

dragons are soaring and diving, exploring their newfound freedom. V'ros doesn't notice R'hin until he's upon him and

the shadow is cast. "Yeah," he says, pushing himself up and dusting off his pants, "we all are. We're finally..

well.. they're finally.. flying." But the thrill and exhilaration of the experience is obviously spread to the brown

weyrling, his voice taking on that breathless quality. His goofy smile is replaced by a more sensible one. "Nice to

see you again, sir."

"Won't be too much longer till ''you're'' flying," R'hin says, with a low-throated chuckle. Running a hand through

still-damp hair, the Wingleader crouches beside the weyrling as if stopping to catch his breath, though it doesn't

look like he needs it. "Unless Quinlys is about, R'hin serves well enough," he murmurs. "How are you two getting

on?" his head cocks, pale eyes curious and interested.

Speaking of the Weyrlingmaster - V'ros gives a quick glance her way, but she's too busy yelling at someone else to

overhear the sentiment. "Me and Zmeyth? We're.. ok. We're still.. learning." He would probably be wringing his hands

right now if it wasn't 'R'hin' he was talking to. "Zmeyth is starting to compromise, and he's not trying to get me

to.. do things, like before." Then, on second thought, "Me and Quinlys? She's.. good.. at her job. Sometimes.. too

good?" Just to cover all his bases.

It's clear from the slow nod from R'hin that the question was about Zmeyth, not Quinlys, though he's quiet until

V'ros finishes speaking. "Leiventh and I struggled a lot, at the start." He pauses, glances sidelong -- the bronze

isn't really visible from here, but there are several dragons up on the rim, taking in the sun -- "''I'' struggled a

lot," he corrects, a dry amusement in his voice. "Dragons don't have our ''baggage''." A twitch of lips finally

follows this, before he says, "Quinlys knows her stuff," there's a fair bit of respect in the bronzerider's voice

for the bluerider. "You're lucky. If you'd had ''my'' Weyrlingmaster," even after all these Turns, he ''still''

grimaces, perhaps inadvertantly, given the awkward clearing of throat that follows.

Taken aback, V'ros stares at the older man, blinking a couple times. "You? Struggled?" It is such a far-fetched

prospect, to this weyrling anyway; he shakes his head and focuses his eyes on the sky, where Zmeyth is zipping

around with his clutch siblings. "How did you.. manage? I think we've.. gotten over the worst part, but..

sometimes.." He shifts, letting the sentence hang in the gravest sense. "It's hard. Harder than I thought it would

be." Grimacing, he shakes his head and quickly comes to his own defense - Quinlys's too. "I didn't.. didn't mean she

was a 'bad' Weyrlingmaster. I know if it wasn't for her.. help.. some of these times, we wouldn't be where we are

but.. I don't know, she just knows a lot."

"It isn't easy to -- to ''share'' everything with someone, whether you ''love'' them or not," R'hin says, slowly and

quietly, his hand rubbing against the stubble on his chin, glance following V'ros' briefly towards the brown.

"Leiventh and I... we made peace with each other's failings and foibles, but it took a ''long'' time, and a lot of

scarring. The beauty is, he forgets -- but ''I'' don't. I think that gives him the better part of the deal." The

Wingleader's chuckling darkly under his breath. It's the latter statement that draws pale eyes back to the weyrling

again. "She knows a lot," he agrees, with a fleeting smile, "Not much wiggle room there?"

"That sounds a lot like Zmeyth and me," V'ros says quietly, running a hand over his close-shaved hair. "We are.. so

different. Too different." His good-humor is momentarily derailed, a frown etching itself into his face and causing

a furrow in his brow. "Quinlys? No, no wiggle room. It's hard to.. live up to her ideal of perfection, because

we're.. we're just not. We'll never be 'that'. We're.. whatever we are. That has to be good enough," though he

phrases it more like a question, glancing anxiously to R'hin.

R'hin's gaze is on the dragons again, now. "Some people suggest you can change a dragon. Don't get me wrong --

dragons change, especially once they settle into adulthood. But they change less than we'd like to believe, because

they don't have the benefit of past experience -- they don't ''remember'', unless you do, and sometimes it's easier

to let... some things go. But," he stretches a hand out to clap the weyrling's shoulder lightly, "You'll find your

way. I won't lie and say it will be easy or quick, but there'll be balance in some things and a constant struggle in

others. For some of us -- that never really goes away." Resting his hands on his knees again, the Savannah rider

chuckles under his breath. "She wants to make you the best you can be. Better a high bar than a low stumble, and the

''trying'' will make you better for it." A beat, as his head cocks to one side, curious now: "What happened?"

Zmeyth flies past one of his green sisters, curving back into an arc - it brings back the weyrling's smile, only

briefly. "I wouldn't want to change Zmeyth. He's.. strong, brave, all the good things I'm not. All the bad things

too." He shifts on his feet, redistributing weight, and nods in concurrence with R'hin's wise words. "I'll try to

remember that on the bad days. It's easy to say what you will or not, do, until you actually do it." As for what

happened, well - a grimace as he's brought back to the present and ugly reality of their conversation, unwilling to

meet the bronzerider's eyes with his own. "I've never been good at 'controlling' Zmeyth. I even.. ah, I.. hurt

someone. Quinlys wasn't exactly pleased."

R'hin isn't distracted by the flight of the weyrling's dragon, and instead focuses on the weyrling himself.

"Deliberately?" he asks, tone casual.

There's a confused shake of his head, another pained grimace. "I'm still not.. sure. We were arguing. Zmeyth wanted

me to stand up for myself, so.. I did. I pushed. She fell. Broke her arm." V'ros sets his mouth in a firm line,

keeping his eyes centered on the sky.

"It's hard to separate him-and-you, this young." A beat, then R'hin asks, just as casually as before, "Did ''he''

want to hurt her?"

V'ros looks sharply at R'hin. "I don't think he would.. that he would actually.. not he wouldn't hurt her." But the

nebulous uncertainty in his voice and the worried expression are a dead giveaway - he doesn't 'know'.

R'hin's expression doesn't change, despite the sharp look. Despite the obvious uncertainty in V'ros' voice, the

older rider deliberately takes his word at face value. "Then it was an accident. They happen," the bronzerider

concludes, with an easy shrug of shoulders. "''Especially'' where young dragons are involved. He won't remember; you

will. It's on ''you'' to remind him what happened ''that time'', if it's needed in future."

"Right, it was an accident." V'ros is going to go with that, more confident now; if R'hin says it is, then surely it

must be. "I don't think.. I hope.. no, it 'won't' be an issue in the future." His face is determined, brown eyes

whisking up to the sky again, where Zmeyth is starting to cycle downwards in preparation for landing. It's a purely

innocent question, mixed with a bit of hesitation, but he's ask anyway - "Do you.. remember, what it was like,

before Impression?"

There's an easy, reassuring nod from R'hin that is agreement with V'ros' assertion. This time, there's a longer,

more obvious pause before the bronzerider answers, "It was a long time ago, for me," he says, slowly. "But yes, I

remember, even if I rarely ''think'' about it." His gaze on V'ros is expectant, like he's waiting for a follow-up

question.

Something about the answer obviously satisfies his needs, but there's still that small shadow of a doubt lingering

in his eyes. "I feel.. sometimes.. it likes a distant memory, even now, just four months ago." V'ros watches as

Zmeyth comes to a gangly, clumsy landing, and rights himself with a rumble of pleasure. "I don't know if it's.. me

or.." Then there's the unspeakable; he continues to frown. No direct questions.

"It will always be like that," R'hin says, blandly. "Friendships, relationships, family -- they all come a distant

third to your dragon and your exhaustion. You've got no time for them -- and you won't until after you graduate.

Some," there's a brief, flickering smile of reminiscence, "Use it as an opportunity to move away from that part of

their lives. Others seek to recapture what was lost. But," a slight shrug of shoulders as he straightens, squinting

upwards, "The thing is, you'll have changed. You might not feel that you have, but you will have, and the people

that knew you before will feel as if they don't know you any longer."

V'ros listens raptly, serious and intense for the moment. "That's good to know.. that I'm no different than anyone

else," and a pause, wherein he smiles quirkily, "well, about this. High Reaches is my home, I don't wish for the

past anymore, just.. can't remember, like I used to." The object of their conversation is ambling over, a reptilian

shadow slinking forward with long, slow movements.

Rocking back on his heels briefly, R'hin regards Zmeyth as he approaches, a subtle tip of head given to the weyrling

dragon as he nears. "Sometimes," he says, with a rueful smile, "That's not a ''bad'' thing. V'ros no longer fits the

Valenros-shaped hole you left behind." There's a flicker of wintry cold wind against the brown weyrling's thoughts

for a moment, from high up on the rim, brief and fleeting.

The weyrlings are practicing their unmanned flight lesson today. There's even several Wingleaders and Wingseconds

observing their progress. V'ros and R'hin are off to the side, talking, and Zmeyth is making his way towards them.

"Yeah," he says, unhappily, "that sounds right. I don't fit the same shoes anymore." Not that they were great shoes

in the first place, but, they were his. Zmeyth is all smoke and shadow, full of warmth to chase away the winter's

cold - arrogant.

"Then get new shoes. ''V'ros'' shoes," R'hin's tone is light; he's wearing his usual casual clothes he wears when

jogging, hair slightly damp still. "It's never too early to figure out where ''you'' want to be. You and Zmeyth.

There are options -- why do you think I," a unrepentant grin, "And certain other Wingleaders and seconds are

watching the group of you?"

Walking across the bowl in quick (if short) strides comes an uncharacteristically ''late'' young scribe. At least

one might guess she was late, given the lesson she was supposed to be ''observing'' looks to have already begun. Bag

slung over shoulder she spots a familiar face and at catching the last clip of conversation cannot resist answering,

"Scouting, obviously. But then I should warn you Weyrling, wing assignments are decided in a back room poker game,

very cut throat." She manages to sound serious save for the spark of mischief in those eyes. "Good day to you

Wingleader, and V'ros. How are your lifemates?" Opting for polite.

"Because," V'ros starts, licking his lips anxiously, "you want to see who the strongest is? Who fits in your wing?"

That's a tepid guess, but then there's Edyis and his eyes go vacant, registering the scribe without really

registering her. "Hello.. Edyis, was it?"

"Scouting?" R'hin echoes Edyis even as his gaze is drawn towards the scribe, amusement lighting pale eyes as he

regards her. "More like... sizing each other up. I can take B'ren, F'der and Fayla," of course, it helps that

''she's'' pregnant, "But Mielline and Taikrin scare me." He doesn't answer the scribe's latter question; in fact

he's looking a tad bemused, silent as he glances to V'ros for his answer. "''I'm'' not looking for the strongest,"

he says, with a shrug of his shoulders, if if to imply the ''others'' might be.

There's a stunned blink, apparently she isn't entirely accustomed to people actually recalling her name these days.

There might even be a genuine smile. "Yes, infact -" fishing in her bag she hands over a rolled up paper, a promised

drawing if it is perused at all. "As promised, your copy." Her attention shifts to R'hin thoughtfully. "Fight,

Flight or Poker?" She asks as to ''why'' they would be sizing each other up, before there's a smirk.

"Scouting," V'ros repeats, looking between Edyis and R'hin, a bit confused. He doesn't have time to dwell, as just

after Edyis hands him his copy of Zmeyth's details, the brown gets distracted by someone wheeling a cart of packages

through the bowl. It's a race between him and another green to get to the cart - to see what's in there. V'ros looks

alarmed, giving R'hin a quick salute and both a hasty "bye" before he's jogging after his wayward brown. They're not

quite 'that' grown up yet.

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	"Scouting," V'ros repeats, looking between Edyis and R'hin, a bit confused. He doesn't have time to dwell, as just after Edyis hands him his copy of Zmeyth's details, the brown gets distracted by someone wheeling a cart of packages through the bowl. It's a race between him and another green to get to the cart - to see what's in there. V'ros looks alarmed, giving R'hin a quick salute and both a hasty "bye" before he's jogging after his wayward brown. They're not quite 'that' grown up yet.		"Scouting," V'ros repeats, looking between Edyis and R'hin, a bit confused. He doesn't have time to dwell, as just after Edyis hands him his copy of Zmeyth's details, the brown gets distracted by someone wheeling a cart of packages through the bowl. It's a race between him and another green to get to the cart - to see what's in there. V'ros looks alarmed, giving R'hin a quick salute and both a hasty "bye" before he's jogging after his wayward brown. They're not quite 'that' grown up yet.
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		+	"You don't think we just pull names out of hats the day before graduation? Although," R'hin pauses, gaze lifting skywards. "That ''would'' explain some of the choices I saw back when I was a weyrling," he says, with a low-throated chuckle. It's V'ros he watches as the weyrling retreats to look to his dragon, lips pursed thoughtfully. "Walk with me," he says to Edyis, setting a brisk pace around the bowl. It still allows them to watch the unmanned flights in progress, at least.
		+	Edyis falls into step, as requested watching as the new rider and dragon are running off. "Of course, Sir." When they are a more comfortable distance away, matching his pace with some small effort. "Something particular on your mind?"
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		+	"Some weyrlings... they struggle, with their lifemates." R'hin rubs a hand over his chin, as if thinking, not watching the weyrlings so much as the various other riders watching ''them''. "V'ros is struggling to find his place. Maybe it's with us," he means Savannah of course, "But I'm not sure he's cut out for our line of work. He remembers you," a quick smile, "That's good."
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		+	The young scribe nods thoughtfully, left hand coming to rest on her neck as she considers what must be an unspoken question. Or so she assumes. "It's hard to tell just yet, from the outside looking in just where they all would fit best yet. He remembers my name yes, but that isn't always good." The last spoken softly. She shifts her gaze to study the riders for a moment when she notices R'hin's attention shift. "You want me to find out?" If V'ros would fit Savannah, she must mean, but the edge of uncertianty in her voice lingers.
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		+	R'hin looks down at her for a moment, and says, "I take your opinion very seriously." With a sudden grin, his fingers brush her arm briefly, presumably in farewell, since he abruptly changes direction. "Time for a bath. I take it you'll be at the game tonight?" the Savannah poker game, presumably -- the one that hasn't been ''as'' frequent of late.
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		+	"Of course." She comments in parting, teeth flashing in that smile as she veers back toward the training weyrlings, to keep her appointment however belatedly.

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