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Post by lithle on Jul 26, 2011 20:06:20 GMT -5
It was noon, the day after the hatching. The Weyrlings were mostly settled in their new barracks and L'vey was getting ready to settle there as well. He preferred to bunk with his students, at least in the first few months of the adjustment period. Maybe it helped. Maybe it didn't. But it was habit now.
So he was in his Weyr, packing a few last minute things to bring over to the stone barracks and quietly saying goodbye to the peace and privacy he was allowed when he wasn't busy nursemaiding young dragons and their riders. At least this bunch looked to be a bit easier to handle than the last. For now, anyway. Who knew what the evening would bring.
He needed help. Even he could admit that.
Almost.
We are taking care of that, Love. Remember? Sh'lon. You are to speak to him about assisting you. I shall call for him now. There was, as usual, no arguing with Faeth. This was going to be done and no point debating. Kitath? Is your rider ready for the meeting we discussed? Mine has a few minutes. He is at our Weyr.
Well, fine. L'vey settled in his chair to await the other mans arrival, going over a mental checklist to be sure he had all his things for the barracks.
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Post by Spiffy on Jul 27, 2011 10:43:16 GMT -5
When did you say you'd agreed for us to meet the Weyrlingmaster? Sh'lon thought to his dragon. The thought was accompanied by a verbal mumble, but since that came out through some half chewed biscuit, it wasn't really all that comprehensible.
At noon. Which is about now, Kitath replied, peering out of her tent at the sun which, although not directly overhead as it was in summer, was as high as it was going to get.
"Ohmh," the greenrider replied, swallowing the bite if biscuit before stuffing another mouthful in. At least his stomach wasn't grumbling as much as it had been a half hour ago, when they'd got back from patrols.
He froze in such action when Kitath tilted her head in the characteristic 'listening' style. Yes, he's ready. We're on our way, she sent back, then to her rider Faeth's is waiting for us at their Weyr. You should go now, I don't think they have long, she added, knowing her rider would need something to spur him on if he were to arrive within the week.
"Right," Shea replied, eating the final chunk of biscuit before standing and brushing himself down to get rid of the crumbs.
You should change your shirt first, Kitath said, sniffing him. This one smells of sweat.
He changed without comment, the wholly unusual silence from the greenrider betraying a sudden nervousness. Kitath nuzzled him. Do not worry so, Shea. You will make a good assistant. Now, just remember what I told you.
L'vey wasn't the only one who's life was organised by their dragon, it seemed.
L'vey's Weyr wasn't far from Sh'lon's - but considering how few dragons there were and consequently how few weyrs there were, this was no great surprise - they made good time.
"Weyrlingmaster?" Shea inquired quietly from outside the weyr, peering in to make sure L'vey was there. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Uh, you wanted to see me?"
Kitath plodded along behind him, sitting down outside the tent. Be gentle with him, she said quietly to Faeth, voice tinted for once with slight humour, he's a little nervous today.
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Post by lithle on Aug 2, 2011 19:58:24 GMT -5
They are here, Love. Faeth announced as dragon and rider approached the Weyr. She crooned a greeting to Kitath and settled near the other green. Do not worry, friend. L'vey is good at gentle.
L'vey was good at gentle. Or, at least, he wasn't good at cruel. He just wasn't particularly good at 'fun' or 'happy' either. When Sh'lon called out, he responded with a soft, "Please, come in."
His small Weyr was never particularly welcoming, as L'vey wasn't exactly a skilled collector of things. Now, it was stripped bare, just a very simple, very empty room with a small pile of bags off to one side, ready to be transported to the barracks. It appeared that the Weyrlingmaster did not live what one would call a glamorous life.
Nodding to Sh'lon politely he gestured to one of the rooms two chairs. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I have some fruit juice, if you would like."
He settled into the chair opposite, turning words over in his mind. His expression was serious, though not unfriendly. Tired, yes. "Well, lets not waste your time with chatter. Faeth tells me you're interested in being my assistant?"
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Post by Spiffy on Aug 3, 2011 14:28:01 GMT -5
Yes, he is, Kitath replied, lidding her eyes as she settled down to wait for the meeting to end.
Sh'lon entered upon hearing L'vey's voice from within. He tried not to be too obvious in his peering around L'vey's 'room'. Simple. Less cluttered than his own (but that wasn't difficult), which was mainly due to the fact that Kitath couldn't get into that bit and organise it for him.
He took the seat when offered. "Please, if that's alright with you," he aid in reply to the drinks offer, suddenly realising how dry he was after his hastily consumed biscuit.
"Actually, it was Kitath's idea. She wants to help look after the babies, and... she seems to think that I'll be good at teaching the Weyrlings, too."
Of course you will. Go on
His next words came out in a it of a rush, and after a rather deep intake of breath. "I mean, I'm good with people and animals, and dragons too I suppose, I know basic anatomy and stuff, and I know all the things you taught me, and if there's something I don't know then I can find out an learn it! Or maybe Kitath will know it. She knows lots of useful things."
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Post by puppetmaster on Aug 11, 2011 13:23:28 GMT -5
L'vey wasted no time getting the juice for the young man, handing it over to Sh'lon before he settled down once more. His hands folded on his lap, even and gentle eyes watching even as Faeth busied herself with his words in their heads. A small smile curved L'vey's lips at each declaration of intent, of Sh'lon's rush to speak it.
"I am sure you know more useful things then you're aware of, Sh'lon," L'vey sipped at his own juice, each movement quiet, precise. He spoke in those same gentle tones, set to reassure and keep the other man in the moment without going off into the world fretting. "Being my assistant means helping not only the young dragons, but their inexperienced riders as well. There had been some resistance in the previous clutch."
L'vey masked his hesitance to continue on with that particular memory by studying the cup, lips pursed into a grave line of concentration. "I believe you to be of strong character, and know you have seen things in the prison. While this class may not be hostile, there may be less than pleased with lots in life. I say this not to deter you any, merely to warn. I will, of course, be there with you each step of the way."
He looked up, studied Sh'lon. "You are good with people, Sh'lon, and dragons. I would be pleased to see you as my assistant, even if just on a trial basis if you chose to change your mind."
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