Scoping the place out (open)

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Geth's long bronze form snapped out of between not over the Weyrbowl proper, but a few miles out. There was no need to alarm everyone there, after all. The last thing Geth wanted was to be challenged for startling the watchdragon. Sailing smoothly on wide-spread wings, Geth sped toward the Weyr, his rider perched atop his outstretched neck.

They had left thier old home with no warning, and had packed only what Geth could comfortably carry ... and that which was also practical at the same time. Now, to see if they could make a place for themselves here in this place.

As he drew in audible range of the Weyr, Geth uttered a low rumble that would carry really well, announcing himself to the watch dragon before too much excitement could be stirred. Sweeping around in a somewhat showy turn, Geth started the decent to the weyrbowl.

R'anl kicked his dragon lightly with his heel for the flourish, in reprimand. They didn't need that kind of thing, they were here for a new life, after all! But despite that, Geth wanted to let any and all that saw know that he was what he was... somewhat prideful and vain, Geth was, yes. He would let all know that he was Bronze!

[Spirithawk]

T'ren whistled as he strode across the Weyr Bowl under the blistering Southern sun. He was actually in a good mood. Danaeth had lost more of the ashy brown color that had been his color since before they had transferred and T'ren was feeling a lot better. He had known that the grief would fade, even though he didn't want to forget Blase and all the others that had died when the plague hit Eteii Weyr. He would never forget them but it was not in the redhead's nature to be gloomy.

We have a new transfer. Danaeth's lazy voice was mildly curious. T'ren scanned the sky, shielding his eyes with a hand that was pale despite the time he spent in the sun. Only the freckles across his nose and cheeks told the story of many days spent in the sun. His red hair stuck out like always and his amber flecked hazel eyes were losing some of the shadow of grief.

He spotted the newcomer, a bronze, and watched as he landed, intending to greet him. Danaeth raised his head from his ledge and bugled a welcome.

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Geth backwinged gracefully into as flashy and graceful a landing as he could pull off. Settling down to the ground and all four legs, the bronze threw his head up and arched his neck, before bugling a return cry to the dragon that had greeted him. Someone had been watching! Excellent!

R'anl kicked him in the neck again, before unsnapping the tethers of the harness, and throwing one leg over the bronze's neck. For a moment he stayed there, like that, taking a moment to suck in a breath of the southern air and look around. That done, he plucked the goggles off his face and allowed them to rest on the helmet he wore ... which he also soon peeled off and rested atop one of the bundles that were tied to Geth's harness. Personal effects, those.

R'anl then finished dismounting, bounding down to land lightly on his toes. Settling his heels to the dirt, he looked around again as he began pulling his gloves off and stripping his jacket open ... sure was awful warm here!!! Allowing his flight jacket to dangle open, R'anl crammed the fingers of his gloves into his belt, and then elbowed Geth. "Behave yourself." He reminded, sternly.

Behave yourself. Geth reiterated. And watch what you say, ye of little pause between thought and speech.

"Shut up." R'anl griped.

[Spirithawk]

T'ren strode forward, his figure almost awkwardly lanky as he walked to where the bronze had landed. He hadn't really cared too much about his appearance in a while and his red hair was doubly unruly.

"Welcome bronzerider. I'm T'ren, rider of brown Danaeth." The dragon in question raised his head, the patch of lighter hide around his eye visible even from the bowl.

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"Greetings, T'ren of Danaeth." R'anl greeted, in turn, with a respectful nod and a slight bend at the waist. "I am R'anl, of Geth." He gestured with an arm, slightly, at Geth behind him. Straightening, he looked around again for a moment, before centering his gaze upon T'ren again.

"I am transferring in from High Reaches ... sorry I didn't send word ahead. I probably should have, but ... well ... life happens I guess. Who should I see about that?" R'anl asked.

Geth fidgeted where he stood, and switched the end of his tail back and forth. Anlmine, political bickering and such can wait for later, can it not? I have all these bags you need to get off me. Find where we will be living, first, and then go see the people about patting hands with. Geth intoned, really wanting the baggage and the harness off.

Have patience ... I will not even know if they will have a place for us until I ... 'pat hands' as you so eloquently put it ... I must do this properly, or they may well send us home again.[/b] R'anl instructed his dragon, silently.

Well! Then, in that case ... do it properly, and make sure not to muddy your feet. The last thing I want to do is trudge all this back to High Reaches again. And it's so nice and warm here, too!! Geth said, settling to the ground ... this was gonna take awhile, he could tell already. Might as well relax and soak up some of that delightful sun. It was a very nice change from the blustery winter of High Reaches mountain air.

[Spirithawk]

T'ren looked surprised. Didn't the bronzerider know about the request Weyrwoman Christae had sent to other weyrs welcoming transfer riders to help bolster Dark Moon's ranks? She had heard about the plague that hit Eteii and offered a home for the surviving riders. T'ren had been the only one to take up the offer thus far though. He knew his surprise showed on his face as he answered the bronzerider's querie.

"I am certain you won't be turned away Bronzerider R'anl. Dark Moon desperately needs full riders. At the moment, Weyrlings outnumber the riders. At least, that's how it was when I transfered here a few of sevendays ago. In fact, Weyrwoman Christae has pretty much extended an open invitation to all transfers."

Welcome Geth. I don't think it will be long before you are shown to your quarters. It didn't take long when we first arrived.

"The Weyrwoman would be the one you need to talk to. Would you like some cold fruit juice first? If you're from the North then you've probably never tasted fruit as good as what's grown here in Southern."

OOC: I don't know if this is before or after the Hatching.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

((Before, by about a week))

R'anl listened as T'ren spoke, and then his brows ooched upwards. "Indeed? Well ... alright, then." He remarked. "I will speak to the Weyrwoman, then ... but yes, I think I'll take you up on that offer. Juice sounds delightful."

Don't take too lone, Anlmine. Geth grumped.

R'anl was surprised to hear that bit of news, especially since he'd done little more than merely vanish without warning from High Reaches. He hadn't even asked around about places ... he'd merely gone. With hope and a lot of luck. He finished stripping off the last of his flight gear, and stuffed it under a strap on Geth's harness. "It's really warm here... and I mean really warm. Especially compared to High Reaches." R'anl commented, picking at the front of his heavy shirt, and flapping it a bit.

Already, he was drenched in sweat. He grinned awkwardly. "Gonna take some getting used to, but it's nice to not always be bone cold." He looked around, turned about in place, and then paused a moment before pointing. "That way?" He asked, wagering an educated guess. He could be completely wrong, and he knew it, but it was his first guess as to which way to that nice, cool juice drink.

That is good, Danaeth. For I think I will not like toting around all this stuff for very long. If I did not know better, I would wonder if mine packed his bathing depression. The Bronze replied, his tone not nearly as scathing or irritated as his wording might have suggested. The warmth on his hide was helping his mood greatly!

[Spirithawk]

T'renmine, it is hot out here so please hurry if you go to get refreshment.

I won't take long. I'm sure the WW won't keep him long.

"We certainly have quite a bit of sun here in Southern. You get used to it though. You might want to watch how much sun you get at first. It's easy for Northerners to get sunburned. Your bronze will love it here though. The only time I've ever been North was when we were learning reference points in Weyrling training. It wasn't winter in High Reaches, but it was still quite a bit colder than it was here."

I don't understand why humans need so many items anyway. A nice brush, some sweet sand and some oil is good for me. Which reminds me, T'ren needs to oil me again. The lake is quite cool right now. Perhaps once your rider is settled you could cool off in there.

"Yeah." T'ren nodded as he set off towards the second biggest opening in the Weyr. The largest was the hatching cavern where the transfer clutch was hardening on the sands.

He strode quickly in, and stopped a passing drudge to inquire about some fresh juice and fruit. The helpful woman disappeared into a tunnel and returned with a pitcher with sweat beading down it and a plate full of various slices of fruit.

"Here we are."

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"Headwoman Uslanee, I know that the weyr can't live off of just fruits. I have a party set to hunt wherries in the wild herds tomorrow but we have to be careful not to hunt too much in the wild herds and we have to make sure we aren't on some Holder's lands. The Weyr is in bad enough standing."

The woman's voice was filled with frustration and tiredness.

"Weyrwoman, I ain't blaming ye for the Holder's being stingy with their tithes. However, ye should go there with a couple of wings of dragons and demand that they send their tithes. That would settle 'em."

"I can't do that. We protect. We don't threaten."

"Ye wouldn't need firestone." The older woman sighed. "Ye're a good Weyrwoman. Just lettin' ya know that the supplies are really low. Caspian's been tithing, but one proper tithe isn't enough to supply us. Especially after that herricane. Even Caspian's wasn't great."

"Everyone's still reeling from it." The WW responded.

"Hump. What was the other's excuse before? Well Weyrwoman. I got work to do. I'll be seein' ye soon enough." The Headwoman bowed and walked away, leaving Christae looking thoughtful and more than a little discouraged.

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T'ren frowned. He hadn't realized that things were this bad. He turned to R'anl, hoping that the bronzerider hadn't heard that. "There's the Weyrwoman right there."

"Weyrwoman Chrisate?" He bowed low.

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"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there." The WW clearly was fishing around for a name.

Danaeth is his dragon. He came from Eteii.

"T'ren! So sorry, things have been hectic. What can I do for you?" She could tell that the brownrider had something more on his mind than idle chit chat and unless she was mistaken, the rider behind him wasn't from Dark Moon, unless he was one of the transfers that was early. She had only met the transfers because she had to file their papers.

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"It's quite alright Weyrwoman. I met this bronzerider as he was flying in. He's looking to transfer."

"Weyrwoman Christae, this is R'anl of bronze Geth. R'anl, this is Weyrwoman Chrisate, rider of golden Kaith. She's Pern's biggest Queen."

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R'anl strode after T'ren as he made his way across the bowl. It was a nice transition, softening the shock of transfer, to step out of the quite warm sun and into the stone-cooled shady interior of the Weyr. Still a lot warmer than he was aclimated to, but it was by far easier to deal with. He ran a sleeve over his face, in an effort to control the dripping. He was going to have to aclimate in a hurry, that was for sure. R'anl only hoped that such a great change would not make him get ill easily. Maybe he should have waited until spring/fall to move from one hemisphere to the next? Who knew ... it was too late now.

He nodded gratefully to the woman who brought the juice and fruit. While for now he ignored the fruit itself, R'anl happily pulled down a whole mug of the cool juice directly. However, this was not to say that he wasn't paying attention. Thankfully, for the moment, he had the wisdom to keep his mouth shut on what he heard, and not make comments. When he was introduced to the Weyrwoman, he smiled and bowed slightly from the waist, empty cup in hand, though he did clap his empty fist to the oposing shoulder for the bow.

"Weyrwoman." He greeted, pleasantly. "It is a pleasure to meet you! And yes, as the good brownrider has stated; I am R'anl, of Bronze Geth. I am hailing from High Reaches, though I am wishing to make Dark Moon our new home, if that is acceptable?" Aware that there were many things that weighed on a Weyrwoman's mind and time, R'anl did not wish to drag things out unneccessarily - she did have other things to see to and tend to, after all. So his statements, while polite, were all quite forward and to the point. No need to beat the bush until it was dead.