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A handful of days post graduation, and no wingleader has (yet) called for T'gar and Asaroth. Mid-morning, however, finds a rattle of bone and chain aimed at the larger bronze: a summons. « He wants to see yours, » Cadejoth reports, sharing an image of the council chambers. He is high up at the rim, wings fanned out to catch the wintry chill. Below, K'del's relatively relaxed in his chair, one foot resting upon the next chair over, one arm wrapped about his knee to support himself as blue eyes watch for the door.

T'gar and Asaroth are out and about the Weyr this day, which has been usual for them - so when the summons came, it doesn't take long at all for the newly minted bronzerider to appear on the threshold. Asaroth's return affirmation to the summons is a mere burning sensation that can be both felt and smelt in a blink of time. "Weyrleader, sir," he greets with an easy salute of one who's done it enough times for it to be automatic as he enters. He takes a look about the chambers before resting his gaze on K'del. "Windy day out. Asah tells me you wanted to see me?"

"Weyrling," greets the elder of the two bronzeriders, correcting himself after a few moments more: "Bronzerider." The inclination of his head acknowledges the offered salute; one hand gestures towards the chairs across the table, inviting T'gar to take a seat. "Blowing away the snow clouds, one hopes. We drilled this morning, though, and it was a mess, then. How are you enjoying your freedom?"

Sitting down with a nod towards K'del, "It's weird, hearing you call me that. Guess I've gotten so used to being a weyrling and everything that comes with that. Duties happen, rain or shine, right?" The Weyrleader's question draws a grin from him as he folds himself into the chair, his head moving briefly side-to-side in a gesture that accompanies, "To be honest, freedom as a weyrling wasn't all that bad, either. You just roll with it. It's nice to be able to sleep more, though. I've been visiting the sites I've always wanted to see. Finally visited my aunt so that she knows I'm alive. You know." He makes it sound like this is the usual for him.

K'del, with no reason to doubt, accepts T'gar's explanation without pause; he even smiles. "Mm," he says. "Remember what it was like. Felt strange, though, too, sometimes-- but then, I was only sixteen, and abruptly outranked most people my own age." The recollection seems a genuine one, his expression thoughtful and considering before he abruptly shakes it away to focus blue eyes back upon the other rider. "Can't promise you'll get those sleep-ins as much, though, going forward."

"I still can't imagine having to go through all of this at sixteen," T'gar muses, shaking his head as he watches the Weyrleader. "Not me. I was a pretty bad sixteen turn old. You wouldn't want me on a dragon back then. At the same time, you've gotten a lot more practice than the lot of us, Impressing early." K'del's last though, that gets his brows to shift with interest as his focus intensifies. "Oh yeah? What's it going to be like, going forward?"

"Impressing early, ending up Weyrleader early." K'del acknowledges both of these things with an easy nod, mouth curved into a rueful smile. "But whenever you Impress, it evens out in the end. In five turns you'll have the same experience as someone who Impressed far younger, but you'll also have the life experience you gained before you Impressed." He rests one hand upon the table, the other still curved about his knee. "As of tomorrow, you fly for Taiga. It'd be F'manis inducting you, but his daughter just gave birth."

"Must've been tough, though, leading so early," T'gar notes with an acknowledging nod. "Me at that age, I would've found it hard not to run off and do what I want. What you've said, though, makes me wonder about the ones in my class like Silva and your son." When K'del speaks of the wing he gets, he does sit up a little straighter. He doesn't manage to hide on his face the fact that he's pleased with this assignment, the light entering his eyes when his chin lifts and his mouth pulls a titch. His voice remaining level and calm, "Thank you, sir," he gets out with an incline of his head. "For giving me a chance. It's not one I'll fuck up." It's perhaps clear that Taiga was his aim in his expression and words.

Something in K'del's expression twists, just a little, at mention of Silva-- or is it N'klas?-- though he doesn't make immediate comment on the topic. Instead, he straightens, dropping his foot back to the floor at last as he reaches into his pocket to draw out the Taiga wing patch, which gets slid across the table towards the other rider. "I believe it," he says. "You'll do fine. F'manis is a good leader to learn from, and it may not be my wing, but my presence... well." A beat; a pause. "Going to ask something of you, though."

Leaning forward to pick up and run his thumb over the colors of Taiga's patch - and not missing that twist of expression from K'del - "I've heard he's good," T'gar says of F'manis, nodding. "It's going to be strange not being with my clutchmates anymore, I'll admit." The pause follows on the last before there's a slight furrow of brows at it. "What's going on?" he asks now.

"Always is, graduating," acknowledges K'del. "You spend all that time with them, and then... but the people you're actually friends with, you'll keep in touch with them." He hesitates, after that, his lips drawn together tightly before, exhaling, he says: "You mentioned Silva. Haven't spoken to her yet, but she's also going to be joining us in Taiga." If there's a specific reason for that, there's no sign of it in his expression-- just thoughtfulness. "I'd like you to look out for her. Help her out, if she needs it."

"Didn't make many friends," T'gar is amused at that for some reason. "I can see maybe one or two of them even wanting to keep in touch." And really, he doesn't bother hiding the surprised look in his blue eyes upon hearing that Silva will be his wingmate. Silence meets it as he listens with a touch of concern to his features, and when K'del is done, he spreads his hands wide before answering back, "Silva. She'll take my help as my wanting to get into her pants. Which I don't. I must have that face. I don't think she would want me around, so that might be difficult." Beat. "Unless you mean, I keep an eye on her without her knowing. That sort of thing. Rush in if some guy gets too handsy on her."

That surprise? K'del acknowledges it with a jut of his chin-- it, and the comments that follow, too. Calmly, "If the latter is what works best, that's good enough. Don't want you put in a position that's uncomfortable. But frankly, whatever wing she goes in, she's going to have... an adjustment to make. Rather be able to keep an eye on her, help her through it. And you're a familiar face, more than most in the wing."

T'gar is frowning a bit, but at least he didn't decline. He nods some through the points K'del makes for why he should, and as his silence grows, it's perhaps clear that he doesn't really have a reason to send back in counter. Straightening up with the knot in hand, "I'll try my best," he decides to say then, meeting K'del gaze straight on. "Wouldn't be the first time I've had to guard someone from themselves, in a sense."

Quietly, "I appreciate it. Won't all be on you, but... doesn't hurt. In any case, we've drills in the morning-- you can meet the rest of the wing properly, then. We'll get you into the sweep schedule and take it from there, starting with a shadow so you can get a better feel for how we'll do it all. Poker night on the fifth day of the seven, if you're so inclined."

T'gar nods; he seems to be content with it. As to the wing, "Sleep ins over for now," he says with a grin to drills. "Lucky for you all, I like being busy. Look forward to meeting everyone. Do you come to the drills?" He's openly amused at there being a poker night, and he wryly states, "Not much of a gambler and drinker, but I'll be there. I really appreciate this, sir." His free hand is out, aiming to shake on it.

K'del extends his hand, rising to his feet so that he's in a better position to reach across the table; his grip is firm and sure, and comes with a nod and what does seem to be a genuine smile. "I'm there when I can be," he explains. "Used to try and do more, when I was still officially F'manis' Wingsecond, but Cadejoth likes the exercise, so we're there as much as we can be. There are those who'll argue I ought to have taken the wing for my own, but... it works this way, for us. You're going to do fine, T'gar. We're glad to have you."

Standing and gripping K'del's hand firmly with a grin, "Do you play any?" he asks on poker, once they shake. "Perhaps I can tempt you in a game once I learn my way around the wing." On the drills and their dragons, there's low laughter and, "Yeah, I hear you on that one. Asah's like that, too. He was thrilled when I got to be leading drills for awhile. Well, as long as it works out, right? Looking forward to seeing everyone tomorrow." Releasing the grip, "Guess I'll be seeing you, sir," he says, something in his wording bringing forth that eager gleam.

"Some," is K'del's answer to that question, but he grins as he says it, his nod seeming to confirm that he'll be happy to play with the younger bronzerider. "Guess you will. Have a good one, T'gar. Congratulations. If you need anything..." It's an expansive gesture: K'del is happy to be of assistance. "For now, go enjoy what's left of your freedom, mm?"

"Good," T'gar agrees on a future game, stepping away from the table. "Enjoy the rest of your day, sir. The same to you, if you need anything." Straightening with a salute, "Guess I better go get as much sleep as I want while I can," is his joke to that when it comes to freedom before the new Taiga rider turns and makes his way out of the chamber.