Logs:Rank and Expectations
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| RL Date: 23 July, 2015 |
| Who: Keysi, T'mic |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: T'mic needs permanent wingseconds. Keysi and Neianth are the first he asks. |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 5, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of patchy clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| Mentions: Edyis/Mentions |
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| Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr
As various pairs take off back to their weyrs or into the Weyr tunnels attached ot the bowl, Keysi is close to being one of them, though since she's yet to unstrap herself from her flying straps, her destination is either the former, or neither- which may be likely, considering it's still early. The still-small brown's blackened wings are partially spread in preparation for take-off, the pair still a'light from practice. Minimal facade remains when they're practicing, and even now there's an unsheltered smile on the once-healer's sweat-dabbed face. Neianth's white talons grip into the soils to pause his pre-leap forward, and he swings around to curtail that momentum with eyes still awhirl. « We have more to do? » The ripples, aggitated, are pleasantly so. Reflections of lofty mountains are visible in the fresh water pool of his mind, indications of the serenity he so often has during and immediately following their practices. Jorrth waits, in answer, waits tangibly. « Maybe. » T'mic has already dismounted; he closes the distance to Neianth and Keysi on foot, suddenly aware of it, of the delay, and breaking into something of a jog, that wants to turn into a lope, but doesn't quite. As he nears, there's a wave, downwards, a request for her to dismount, also, to meet him there. Jorrth approaches with a great jump, great shaggy wings more for stability than anything, and to help control his bulk as he lands. Neianth shuffles his large wings against his sorrel back, his already stalking gait making lowering himself to allow for Keysi's dropping from his back not a far distance to go. His size making it not so far to go, either, but that's not a topic of public conversation. Or, conversation ever for that matter. She's slow to release the strap she holds as she lands, watching as T'mic purposefully closes the distance to her. "Is something wrong?" It doesn't take long, the change between when she's in the air to when she's holding more normal conversations, the intensity never changed, but the difficult-to-read mask smoothing out much of her features. "It was a good practice today." She offers in lingering positivity. Having arrived: "Nothing's wrong. And yeah, it was okay." A passing bronze overhead warrants a quick glance from the weyrling wingleader, with a tick at the corner of his mouth. Then, he's looking back to Keysi. "We were busy." He nods to Jorrth, who shakes out his head and wings, and snorts. No offense to Paz or anything, surely. "No, nothing wrong," re-iterated, and T'mic seems to centre himself with that, drawing himself up now he's at a standstill, wiping idly at a bit of sweat on his brow. "But I wanted to ask you about wingsecond." "Are you.. sure?" Keysi's seriousness returns without question as he repeats the response, the studiousness of her gaze examining his expression with those intense storm-grey eyes of hers. Eventually she releases the strap to take a step away from Neianth who, still despite his size, manages to ghost in her shadow, his scar-crescent expressive face lingering just beyond her shoulder as he lays behind her as involved in the conversation as she is. Just, quiet for now, reserved. "For tomorrow?" She clarifies, partially assuming he simply means to follow along with the trend that had been going on for some time now. "Of course." Is without hesitation, in regards to that particular assumption. "You just let me know what you need us to do." Neianth's eyes, slower in their whirl than before but still dominated by sated, calm hues, focus on T'mic's lifepartner. His rich barritone follows the ripples that slowly lap at the edge of Jorrth's mind, « Yours is stressed with his position? Keysi's concerned. » T'mic simply raises his eyebrows a little bit at the question of being sure. And then, smiles a little. "You know how we lead. You lead pretty different. Guess I want to be sure you could do it, with us. Make sure you're sure," and that little turn of phrase makes him grin, a quick-fire sort of thing, "you'd want to first. But I was thinking long-term. For Cirrus. I don't... I don't want going into the main wings to be a shock for anyone. Someone tougher than me, it could help." « We're busy, » Jorrth corrects, though there's no ego in it. « We will still be busy, if you help. » Both of them. Keysi's head tips in a shallow nod, at ease and yet naturally rigid, intent, as she stands there listening. That sort of impersonal, formal feeling. "We can do anything." Seems an automatic answer, with almost the hint of question as to why there'd be any doubt to it. "I agree we're very different, but Neianth appreciates both of your eye for detail and your supportive natures." That seems inclusive of how she feels as well, though she doesn't speak of her feelings. "I think it will be, regardless." Keys notes in response to being tapped into the main wings, "A shock of all new riders, dragons, different schedules." No more weyrlingmasters, the list goes on, but she lets the topic fade. "In what aspects do you think you'd like to change?" In using her strictness, she means. Neianth rumbles, approvingly, from his observational position, « It comes with the territory. » That serene pool agrees, « But it is a good busy. » "Jorrth and I," says T'mic, "are good at getting people into groups, and we're good at helping the pairs who need the extra work. I'd rather focus more on that than on pushing them, then on the... like, the individual precision," which may or may not be a phrase he's borrowed from his blue. "I know you'll push. And keep the intensity up. At least we can be really good at it, if we're not going to be entirely prepared for wings, right? Really good, at what we do." He rocks back on his heels, and considers Neianth, next. "And if we pull you guys back sometimes, that's going to have to be okay, too." A little shrug, a vague gesture between his chest and his dragon's. "Wingleaders," is explanation there. "That we will." Keysi agrees on pushing, and there may be a remnant smile edging its way onto her pale face, or maybe it's brought on by this topic in and of itself. "We enjoyed our time leading, though Neianth tells me not everyone did." The laughter that Keys has sounds more like a choking, coughing thing, muffled as if it's not meant to be heard, "It wouldn't be a first time, nor unnecessary." She's not blind to her faults, Neianth as quick to highlight them as she is herself, "Edyis needed to do so often. We potentiate each other," The weyrling brownrider has never felt the need to explain that to someone before, but it seems important information now, "And we will get carried away. But pushing each other is as much for personal benefit as to inspire others that they can." More a seriousness to that, "We appreciate your consideration." The bluerider considers Keysi for a moment, pressing his lips together. A quick nod. "Try not to get carried away, though. My grandma, she used to say that your runner pulls stronger when it's being held back. It's not just my job to hold you back. I will, when we have to, but I want you to try." He looks back to Jorrth, again. "I don't have your knot with me. I didn't want to take away from Paz before the drills, and I didn't want it crushed. But we'll get it to you for tomorrow." And finally, "You'll be one of two. I'm allowed two; I want to use everything they're giving me." "I'm not saying we will be unreasonable nor inappropriate." Keysi draws her arms across her chest, losing the grin that had been becoming prominent to an expression much more level, neutral. "Only explaining. We did not give anyone too much trouble during our month." That she knows of, anyway, and she didn't miss too much. "I feel it's necessary to explain if I'll be working with you in such a position until we're tapped for wings." To the explaination of the knot, she only offers another shallow nod and then adds, "Do you know who you want as your other second?" "I'm not saying that, either. Just want you to gauge the wing, that's all. I'm not saying you don't or never have. But it's what we expect." A week after the hatching, that kind of authority coming out of him would have been strange. Today, T'mic just offers it evenly, if unthreateningly. A nod to answer her next question. "Haven't had a chance to talk to him, yet, though. I want to give him the option of saying 'no' first. Just in case." And on that note, "We should meet early tomorrow, before drills. It's a later start anyway," it always has been, when a wingsecond has changed over, "but let's give ourselves an extra hour at least? Get things settled." The bluerider's change hasn't been missed over the course of time in the wing, and Keysi, hearing it more directly now, offers it more than his words directly, a faint approving grin. Neianth's eyes whirl a little faster, sort of an immediate reflection of that change in his rider's expression. "We will meet expectations, so long as we know what they are." Challenges are all they need, always setting the bar higher. "The early hour won't be a problem. And we will meet you whenever you need us. I've spent a great deal of time studying, as well, so if you need assistance in the paperwork, we don't sleep long." All the spare time that creates. There's a glaze over her eyes for a moment in draconic conversation, and when she returns to him, "Do you need to catch him now, or can I buy you a drink?" Given her history, she probably doesn't mean alocholic, but she doesn't clarify. "Now that," says T'mic of paperwork, "I might take you up on. Once everything's sort of settled. I want to see how we all work together, sort of divide things up from there." Hopefully all, but he doesn't specify. And then, a shrug, and his hands find his pockets. "We'll find him later. Drink sounds good." And if there's anyone who will be satisfied with a non-alcoholic drink to celebrate a bright future, probably it's T'mic. « The lake, » Jorrth suggests to Neianth, now things seem to be wrapping up, « is warmer every day. » Social time all around? "Aye," Keysi let her arms fall from their fold as she pulls her riding helmet and gloves off of herself, turning from T'mic briefly to shove the items into the saddlebags. And, as she's working to secure them, her hands pause in their work, and are redirected to unbuckling the riding straps from the brown. Social times. Still an alien concept, but ultimately Neianth's current pursuit for Keysi, and thus she won't let him bypass them either. « I should meditate. » Is said at first, the reflection of his pools a little hazier though the ripples of the surface which carry his barritones are still smooth. « But alright. » The dragon that prefers to be dirty than waste time bathing would be pursuaded for the act of going with Jorrth. "We haven't spoken in awhile." One-on-one, that is, "We needed to catch up." With Neianth's straps removed and folded, she starts to head towards the nearest tunnel and, shortly, the Snowaisis so long as he joins her, to follow through on her offer. T'mic mirrors Keysi's motions with Jorrth's straps, the bulky blue waiting patiently as it all goes down. « I won't keep you long, » he promises his brother. As T'mic finishes, and drapes everything over those big shoulders of his, Keysi receives a nod. "Sort of what I figured, too," is agreed. And he follows. |
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Alida (00:36, 24 July 2015 (PDT)) said...
These two as Cirrus 'leaders seems like it should be stabilizing, maybe event pleasant, overall. :)
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