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Your location's current time: 17:56 on day 21, month 10, Turn 60, of the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn afternoon.

You glide to a swift landing on the Star Stones. You climb down Leiventh's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds. Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr The Star Stones stand as a silent testament to the dangers Pern faces, as well as a call to action for the protectors of the planet: dragons and their riders. Erected in a time long past, the Star Stones fulfill their purpose only once every two-hundred turns: to pinpoint the start of Threadfall. The stones themselves seem rather plain: as you look across the plateau your eyes automatically focus on the largest of the stones: Finger Rock. On dawn of the winter solstice, Rukbat will appear to balance on the tip of Finger Rock. Almost a full two dragonlengths away from that rock is the Star Stone itself, an unimpressive piece of work: on it are two engraved arrows. One points east, to the Finger Rock, while the other points a little north of east, to the Eye Rock. When you see the Red Star shining through the Eye, another Pass has started. A lone pair, rider and dragon, stand watch over the comings and goings at the weyr this mild fall afternoon. Contents: Leiventh Green Selianth and Th'bin Obvious exits: Sky

High in the bowl, Maxeoth glides to a swift landing on the Star Stones. Maxeoth has arrived.

M'wen jumps down Maxeoth's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. M'wen has arrived.

A stiff breeze blows over the plateau of the star stones, biting deep with the temperature dropping lower in preparation for a cold 'Reaches winter. Despite the unwelcoming weather, a brown dragon is lying near the northern edge, his rider curled into the side of the dragon, riding gear worn to keep out the wind. M'wen stares restlessly out over the edge, tapping a rhythmn on the ground with his foot as Maxeoth looks back into the expanse of the bowl.

There's little change anyone on the starstones would miss Leiventh's arrival; he launches up from the Weyrleader's ledges, lazy spirals taking him higher. His destination, however, seems predetermined, given he angles his way towards the star stones, the cinnamon bronze rumbling a low greeting to Selianth and Maxeoth both as he backwings onto the ledge. R'hin's not rugged up for the cool weather-- he's lacking his flying jacket as he descends to the ground; a nod is given towards Th'bin before he makes his way towards M'wen. "Selianth told Leiventh you two were up here," he says, by way of greeting, shoving hands into the pockets of his pants.

While his rider may not be so observant, Maxeoth's slowly spinning eyes follow the bronzes ascent and subsequent landing with interest, returning the rumble with one of his own. The arrival of the other dragon may not have alerted M'wen, but his dragons greeting gets a swivel of his head to watch the approach of the Weyrleader. R'hin's greeting gets a low nod, though the brownrider doesn't move from his position, replying with a greeting of his own, "It's good to see you too. Your company is always welcome whilst I'm taking my breaks."

"And yours," R'hin replies swiftly, arms folding across his chest in a subtle acknowledgement of the cold wind. "How have you been faring, now you're back under Melata's... auspice?" he asks, phrasing the words with a pause and a slight curl of lip.

With a spread of his hands, M'wen responds, "I'm up here by my free will, that's already an improvement, wouldn't you say?" He lets out a hollow laugh, squinting slightly at the lastest gust of wind, "Outside of Avalanche however, things couldn't be going much better." He leans back against the dragons hide, returning the query, "And how have -you- been faring?"

"I didn't want to presume," there's laughter in R'hin's voice, "As to whether you were here by choice or not. It was an even bet." Pale eyes glimmer with keen interest at the mention of life outside the wing. "Oh, indeed? I'm very pleased to hear that, my friend." His boot scuffs against the ground, shifting slightly, movement in response to the cold. "Well enough. Busy. With Jos and Rilsa both stepping down--" he trails off, with a sidelong glance at Th'bin; he's obviously heard the rumors, if the quirk of lip is anything to go by.

"I've been avoiding her," M'wen lets out in explanation, "Melata that is. It just seemed my best bet to not be stuck up here under Teonath's clutch hatches and I'daur actually wants me back." The look on his face fades to be replaced by a smile, directed out into the wind, "you better believe that so am I, things are just how I want them." His gaze shifts from over the plateau to the bronzerider as he mentions the other riders, "You agreed to be busy by accepting the position, I can't pretend I'm sorry." A curl at the corner of his lips. "And I'm sure busyness will be the business of day for quite a while."

"There's no indication Teonath is close to rising," R'hin says, with a shift of shoulders, though he does add after a pause, "But Leiventh seems to want to stay close to the 'Reaches, regardless, for whatever that's worth." A quirk of brow is accompanied by a wry sort of smile. "It wasn't as if I had the choice to turn down the role as such, if you'll recall." He unfolds his arms, moving closer and crouching next to the brownrider, one hand against the stone for balance. "I need a new Weyrsecond," he says. "Any advice, wise man?"

"Ahh but the Weyrwoman seems to think she is," M'wen replies, "or so I've been told." The comment about Leiventh gets a quick raise of his brow, before the brownrider gives a small shrug, "enough to guess he knows more then we do is my bet." A small laugh escapes as he sits upright, resting his palms on the ground, "You did have a choice but you caved to the multitudes of peer pressure." The last comment is met with surprise, brown eyes flicking up to gaze steadily at R'hin, "Do you have anyone in mind? Or am I just taking guesses in the dark here?"

"Have you really?" There's surprise in R'hin's voice, expression musing as he gaze slides from M'wen to the view of the bowl below. His crouched position somewhat warmer, he looks marginally more at ease, lips curving slightly. "I've someone in mind-- you know exactly who. But there's bound to be talk of unfairness, that I'm doing it for my own power and personal gain. That I'm gathering friends around me. But I need someone who will pull me up when need be. Someone who can-- and is willing to be diplomatic where I can't be." Pale gaze slides sidelong at M'wen, with a quirk of brow as if asking a silent question.

M'wen only nods at R'hin's surprise, clearly not one to miss on hearing something like that, "That I have. I don't know how reliable the source may be, but I think they have no reason to lie." He makes it very clear who they aren't, not even specifying a gender. The last series of comments elicits a faint tilt of his head, eyes searching the Weyrleader, confirming, "I have my suspicions, yes. Seems to be a popular enough topic amoung the riders I so often happen to be around. But to not look a fool, I'll keep my answer an empathetic no on whether or not I know who you mean."

A tip of head, the Weyrleader's amusement curling his lips upwards. "Then I hope you won't say no to this," R'hin murmurs, tugging his free hand from his pocket and tossing a Weyrsecond's knot towards M'wen. "I need your guidance as much as ever, wise man."

"No, I don't think I would," M'wen sheepishly replies, seeming to have expected the request and be surprised by it at the same time. "You know what scares me the most? Shalyn was right." He lets out a laugh, his smile filling his face. "I'll give you whatever guidance you need, whatever knot you throw on my shoulder."

It seems there was some concern on R'hin's part that his offer might be turned down, if the slow exhale of breath is anything to go by. "Well, even the less clueful sometimes get it right by accident," he observes with a dark sort of chuckle. Eyes, however, are full of glee as he reaches out to grasp M'wen's shoulder for a moment. "Good man," he says warmly, then: "Thank you."

The dark chuckle is echoes, though its tone is anything but dark. "I guess that's a way to put it. I was just as surprised when B'yan agreed with her." M'wen gives a low nod, almost a half bow, before looking back to meet the Weyrleaders gaze, "You can count on me. I think I should be the one to say that," he pauses, "Thank you."

"No, it definitely should be me. You haven't seen the stack of reports that I'm to give you to read over yet," R'hin says, laughter in his voice, but no less honest for all that. A twitch of brow is evidenced as B'yan is mentioned. "And how is our new wingmate? I haven't seen him in quite some time."

M'wen gets the first look of worry after having taken the knot, "Really? Well...I, maybe you're right then." A sulky frown is given before he again breaks into a grin. "He seemed surprisingly docile. It was starting to worry me, but I think Jaireth is havign a positive influence on him."

"I'll try to ease you into it," R'hin promises, "It's not as if we can't go slow and steady. And--" he pauses, "I think perhaps Rilsa will want to speak with you, and it might be worthwhile seeking her out. Get her perspective on things. Whether you accept it or not is, of course, up to you." A little twitch of lips, then: "Appearances can be deceptive. In any case, you'll be able to keep a closer eye on him, now that you're his wingsecond."

M'wen shakes his head, a faint resoluteness set in his features, "No, I don't think thats neccesary. Would be unfair to the lot of you and I don't want to be giving the wrong impressions." The advice is taken with a shrug, "The only time I've really talked to Rilsa we already disagreed. But you are probably right, it would be for the best." In refering to B'yan, a pause is given, the brownriders features marred by thought, "I think he may have changed, if only slightly. Oddly he seems to find me of the same use you do."

"He's changed," R'hin agrees, "In some ways. But at heart he still serves his own best interests first, then the Weyr's. It's something to bear in mind," is all he says of the newest Glacier member. The latter comment earns a bemused twitch of brows. "Indeed? Curious."

"He told me his priorities and I'm inclined to believe them," M'wen begins, "Jaireth is first, then himself, then the weyr. I'd like to believe that as long as his dragon cares for this weyr we will have no problems with our newest bronzerider." He gives a small shake of his head and shrug, "I believe he may even value someone else over himself, but it is only speculation."

"I wouldn't go so far as to say -no- problems. He seems determined to keep up a rivalry between himself and me, even though it is pointless and I haven't the time for it," R'hin says, with a twist of lips. "But I imagine he requires some... excitement after living out there--" his hand gestures, vaguely, and if he sounds like he's being sardonic, he probably is. The latter comments earns a quirk of brow. "Oh? And who would that be?"

"No one can ever be considered to have -no- problems," M'wen responds, "people's passions can overtake even the strongest of loyalties. But I think he may be more stable here then you give him credit for. I don't think wanderlust is enough to make him betray the weyrs trust." A twitch of M'wens lips is given, "our most illustrious Weyrwoman. I may be way off here, but B'yan seems to have an unhealthy attraction towards her."

"We shall see," is all R'hin says, non-commital for now. "Oh, ho, indeed? That would explain why he so often gets upset about my accusing him of having intentions towards her. Seems I wasn't that far off the mark after all." He seems somewhat pleased about that.

High in the bowl, Oenoneth swoops down to a landing on the Star Stones. Oenoneth has arrived.

M'wen gives a nod, pushing his palms outward, "But please, don't mention I said it, or rub it in, I'd like to believe and let him believe I can keep his confidence." He gives a twisted smile, "He didn't even say it directly, I'm just making an educated guess."

Shalyn clambers down Oenoneth's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Shalyn has arrived.

"Don't worry. It's nothing I haven't rubbed in before, so I can hold my tongue," R'hin says by way of reassurance, though the quirk of his lip might make it seem otherwise. He's currently crouched down near M'wen and Maxeoth; Leiventh is settled further back, offering a low rumbling greeting to the arriving green. "And, it's nothing I hadn't noticed either. He's welcome to try," he says, a certain amount of amusement lacing his tone. Leiventh's rumbling greeting turns his head to take note of the new arrival with a quirk of brow.

Shalyn scritches Oenoneth just after she jumps down from her back, "Yes love, we'll turn in soon." she smiles as she turns to the others on the Star Stone heights, "I thought I recognized that Bronze and Brown. Hi R'hin, M'wen." she greets cheerfully.

M'wen gives the arriving greenrider a half wave, half salute as Maxeoth swivels his head ever so slightly to warble a quick greeting to the other dragon. Turning back to R'hin he lets out a low chuckle, nodding slowly while replying, "I think you can, as long as my name dosen't come up it should be fine. I'd like to see where he gets with all this."

"Shalyn," comes R'hin's easy greeting, rising from his crouch. "I'd heard you were back. How are you and Oenoneth?" he asks, tones polite. M'wen's comment earns a tip of head and a curl of lips. "Not very far, I imagine. But it will be amusing to watch nonetheless."

Shalyn smiles as Oenoneth warbles happily to the large bronze and brown. "Flirt!" she teases her lifemate just before she strides to the others, "I arrived back last week for the start of Rilsa's dragonhealing classes. Oenoneth is fine and I'm doing wonderfully, I feel more like my old self again." she giggles, "Although it seems I can't leave the weyr unsupervised for even a couple of months. I come back and here everything's been turned topsy turvey, a new weyrwoman, a retired weyrsecond. What's next? You going to reform Blizzard wing?"

"Doesn't sound like that bad an idea..." M'wen begins with a grin, eyes glimmering in jest. He gives a small tilt of his head up at Shalyn, "Where did you go? I can't say I rememer you leaving." He grins sheepishly, considering what he just said. "Welcome back though."

Shalyn smiles, "I took some leave and went sailing for a couple of months. From the Reaches to Igen and back."

R'hin's brows draw downwards in confusion. "And I would reform Blizzard Wing after I'd just debanded it why? The changes you listed are out of -my- hands; I'm not changing things merely for fun," the Weyrleader says, a sharper note creeping into his tone. M'wen's comment, in jest or not, receives a flat sort of look from the bronzerider, along with a snort.

M'wens smile fades to one of apology, muttering, "Sorry, didn't mean anything by it." He looks away from the bronzerider to Shalyn replying, "Sounds relaxing, especially when it's starting to get cold like this." The grin flits onto his face again, but looking a bit hesitant, glances given to the Weyrleader.

Shalyn blinks, taken aback for a second before she smiles, "I was just teasing. I know things sometimes happen." she chuckles, "Although if you ever do want to reform Blizzard I wouldn't mind my old wingmates back together." she smiles towards M'wen, "It was wonderful, I would have taken someone but I needed time to myself."

A tip of head is R'hin's initial response to Shalyn's comment about the Blizzard Wing, and he says plainly, "I doubt that will happen. Regardless, it's about time I got back to work. M'wen-- you'll come and see me later?" he asks, glancing at the brownrider.

Shalyn smiles, "I know, but hope springs eternal."

A small nod is given as a hand is raised in farewell, "I'll be sure to stop by. If you can catch Rilsa, be sure to tell her I would like to have a talk. Clear skies R'hin." He looks back ot Shalyn, "You were in Blizzard? I never could keep track of who was where."

"I will," R'hin assures M'wen with a brief smile. Shalyn receives a sharp nod, before the Weyrleader heads for Leiventh, the bronze dropping off the ledge fairly quickly.

You clamber up onto Leiventh's back, as the dragon warbles a greeting.

You rise effortlessly off of the Star Stones.