The Weyrleaders Come

[Spirithawk]

Christae heard the bugle of the watchdragon and sat up hurriedly. She had slept late! Kaith poked her golden head into her rider's weyr. Christae turned her head when the shadow of the great golden Queen fell on her.

You had better get dressed beloved unless you want to greet the weyrleaders in your nightshift and I don't think Sh'iron will like that. I will ask him to present your excuses for not being up and about to greet them. They must understand that you are with child and nearing the end of your term.

Kaith relayed the message through her bronzen mate and then returned to her ledge to greet the older Queens flying in. She might be the youngest of their number but Kaith was easily the largest. Christae sighed and then got to her feet with a groan. She hurriedly washed up and went to put on some decent clothing. She wore Gather clothes. The rest of the Weyrwomen would be doing the same. She wore a dress of red and brown cloth that accented her pregnant belly instead of hiding it. The tailor had been happy to make a dress, especially considering that their Weyrwoman would be hosting the other Weyrleaders.

The other Weyrleaders had been more than willing to meet but they were rather annoyed that the young Weyrleader had requested that the meeting be held at their own Weyr. Normally meetings like this were held at Fort or Benden, but then Sh'iron had explained his weyrmate's condition and most of the Weyrs had readily agreed. The ones that would have caused trouble were overridden by the Weyrleaders who had delt with pregnant mates before.

Christae was glad that her hair did not give her any trouble today. She paused in front of the mirror. The tiredness in her face could not be masked by any amount of paint but other than that she looked presentable. Her baby gave a soft kick as if to remind its mother that it was still in there. Christae had a soft, contented smile on her face.

The Weyr was almost ready, as ready as any Weyr of dragonriders could be when facing Thread. At least they would not be caught off guard like the Ancients were. They could read about Thread-fighting techniques and tactics. They could see old Thread-charts and know how to predict a Fall. The Weyrs would be ready to rise to the occasion. They would fight when the time came.

She and Sh'iron had been working hard to get the Weyr in top shape. Christae had begun training her Queen's wing from the ground, including Miya and Reinath when they were not in Weyrling Lessons. The Wingleaders and Wingseconds had been kept hopping and the Weyrlings woke at dawn and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. G'age had been keeping them busy. The Weyr's Wingriders were finally starting to look like a team instead of a bunch of individual dragonriders.

Christae descended from her Weyr, careful not to trip on the hem of her dress. Kaith launched herself and went to greet the Queen and Bronze dragons on her Fireheights. Christae walked into the Weyr Bowl and saw her weyrmate talking with a pair of Weyrleaders, the first to arrive. She could not tell who they were until she moved closer.

She was proud of Sh'iron. He looked dashing in his riding gear. The other Weyrleader was dressed similarly. Sh'iron looked like he could hold his own with the Weyrleaders. Christae only hoped that she could do the same. She and her mate were the youngest weyrleaders on Pern and they were also the smallest weyr. Christae lifted her head proudly. They might be the smallest but they were still a force to be recokned with. She walked up to them.

"Greetings Weyrleaders. We welcome you to Dark Moon Weyr. We wish to thank your for replying to our call on such short notice. We regret the inconvenience and hope that you will not take offence. Please excuse my lateness." The young woman gestured to her stomach. "As you can see, I am in the family way and I am not as quick as I normally am." She smiled. "If you will follow me, there are refreshments waiting in the Lower Caverns."

Christae hoped the greeting was satisfactory. She still didn't know who the weyrleaders were and Kaith hadn't offered any names. She only hoped the pair would not take offence to the fact that she hadn't called them by name.

((((There is still time for you to sign up. If no one signs up we will just make do with what we have...the ones who did sign up can rp their entrance. One pair can be already here...the pair i mentioned in this post...i didnt want to impose and post a pair without giving you guys a chance to reply....it really doesnt matter which pair of weyrleaders comes))))

[Tenma]

A large bronze dragon popped in from between. He swerved and glided down. The rider dismounted off of the bronze beast and looked around. He removed his helmet which revealed dark shaggy brown hair and green eyes, which were still searching the sky. His face was tanned, as was the rest of his body, but he was still wearing his riding gear so only the skin on his face could be seen. "L'mis, rider of bronze Peth from Southern Weyr." L'mis bowed to Christae. "Excuse Galia, I am not sure if she will be able to make it though." He sighed. ((That is, unless someone else decided to be her, other wise I will have the weyrwoman sick.))

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Miya was staring out the window with her dark eyes like most mornings.
And like most mornings Reinath was still asleep.
Miya thought she saw something out the window and tried to focus her sight on the specs. ~THE MEETING.~ Miya shouted mentally when she realized that these riders were weyrleaders from other weyrs.
Reinath woke with a start when Miya mentally shouted. What? What did I miss? The queen asked sleepily.
Miya was already changing into black leggins and a black top. She slipped on her balck boots and began to brush her black hair out. ~The meeting, yoy lazy golden dragon.~ Miya mumbled in frusteration.
Reinath yawned and crawled off of the couch. Coming, coming. She said tiredly.
The two left the weyrling barrack and headed out to meet Christae. Miya could see the Weyrwoman, but didn't approch. SHe wasn't sure what to do, so she kept to the edge of the crowd.

[Dragon]

(alright pplz this is what spirithawk says: for those people who's weyrmates are not claimed by other people they will rp their weyrmate as well...ALL weyrleaders are REQUIRED to come...those who don't have rpers will just be rpd by the ones who are active in the thread))

[Dragon]

Christae looked up. She bowed her head in greeting to the Southern Weyrleader. "Welcome to Dark Moon Weyr L'mis of bronze Peth. I am happy to see that you could make it and it is my sincerest hope that your Weyrwoman Galia will be able to attend." She gestured to the Lower Caverns. "If you will go this way, there are refreshments waiting for you in our Lower Caverns."

Christae looked up. "Miya come here. L'mis, this is our Junior Queen Reinath and Junior Weyrwoman in training Miya. She will be attending this meeting as part of her training." She smiled at Miya. When the girl came closer she leaned forward and whispered so that only the other queenrider could hear."I am glad I am not the only one to sleep late." She winked and then raised her voice. "Miya, you will be sitting mext to Sh'iron and me."

[Tenma]

((WEll acording to your rule I have to be her so..her is goes.))

A full grown queen dragon, though this one was on the smaller side, came from between and landed on the ground next to Peth. A woman dismounted and removed her helmet, revealing sun bleached hair and blue eyes. Her face was also tanned like L'mis's face. This was because she was the weyrwoman of the Southern Weyr.
"There she is now." L'mis said happily.
The woman walked up to Christae with a smile. "Hello, I am Galia, rider of gold Nysaith, weyrwoman of Southern Weyr. We are glad to be here." Galia said in a soft, sweet voice.
Peth and Nysaid both flapped there wings and flew over to the ledges. THey settle on two ledges, right next to each other. Hello, Kaith. The bronze said to the gold, to be followed by words of his mate.
Hello Myranenth. The queen said to the bronze, wherever he may be.

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Miya slowly walked up to Christae when called. She kept her head down shyly and allowed Christae to talk. She then looked up at Christae when the weyrwoman mentioned being late.

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"Hello, Miya." L'mis bowed politly, almost causing Miya to blush, but the girl was able to stop herself and hide her shyness.
"It is nice to meet you." Galia said politly.

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"Hello." Miya replied simply.
Reinath looked around at all the new faces and dragons and simply stood next to Miya's leg. She held her head up high, as she often did to make herself look larger.

[Spirithawk]

Christae smiled. "You are both most welcome to our weyr."

((sorry for the short post....you don't have to rp both weyrleaders but i would prefer that each weyrleader has an rper...just in the event that no one claims the other weyrleader just rp them i thought more people would sign up than they did...ill be taking over a pair myself))

[Miki]

ooc|| Aaaah! I keep forgetting! Nike and I have to be here with Ruanth and Kylath, right?

[Dragon]

(yes, Nike and Kia and their dragons)

[nike]

Sh'iron smiled as he spoke with the other Weyrleaders. His riding jacket was slightly open, and the cuffs of it were rolled up. His golden hair was looking nice, while his eyes held a firm leadership in them.
As he spoke to the older pair, he heard Myranenth's voice break into his mind.
Kaith tells me that Christae will be late, you have to excues her lateness. The large bronze said happily. Myranenth had to be one of the largest bronzes there. Well, mabey not the Benden bronze who was Myranenth's sire.

"Excuse my weyrmate, Christae, for her tardiness. She will be down in a moment." Sh'iron said right before he spotted the young woman making her way down the stairs. His eyes dartered over to the Weyrling Barracks where he could see Nike's red hair, Ruanth's white hide, and Zim's golden body. So they were waiting, good.

"There you are Christae." The Weyrleader said putting an arm around her shoulder, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he released her, and led the other Weyrleaders into the Lower Caverens. "Welcome Weyrleader L'mis." He said, then when the Weyrwoman came he added, "and hello Weyrwoman Galia." He spotted Miya and nodded to her in a quick greeting.

"Well, I think the other Weyrleaders will know where the metting will be." Sh'iron said with a smile. "If you will follow us." The young bronze rider led the way over to the Lower Caverens, where all drudges, workers and riders were not allowed to be. That was where the meeting was to take place, for all the Weyrleaders would not be able to fit into Dark Moon's small Meeting Room in the Queen's Weyr.

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Coming from /between/ was a long, slim queen. Her wingspand, oddly big for any queen. Soon she landed and crouched down low to let her rider jump off. An older woman leaped gracefully off, and headed over to the others. Yath jumped into the air and was soon perched next to the others.

Falnor was the eldest of the Weyrleaders, but still kinda young. Taking off her helmet, long black hair fell past her waist in soft curls. There were a few streaks of gray to show her age. Dark, twinkingly eyes shone out of a heartshaped face. Thin dark eyebrows, creamy white skin, almost flawless, a strong chin, and red lips. She looked like a female version of F'tan, for she was his mother.

Falnor was in her mid-fifties, and had been bonded to her Yath for more than 41 Turns. A long time, with many clutches, and many dragons. The weyrwoman had her fair share of children too. Twelve children she had produced. Her first being F'tan. And having the same Weyrmate her whole life.

A smile spread on her face as she entered the Lower Caverens to see, Sh'iron, Christae, Miya, L'mis, Galia, and two other Weyrleaders talking softly. As she walked, a beautiful golden skirt danced around her strong legs. It was a simple gold Gather dress she had for Turns. But today, she decied to wear it.

"Well hello, Sh'iron! I never thought that one day you would be calling this meeting." Falnor said in her sweet, kind voice. Musical, for she was Harper born, and trained to sing her first 14 Turns. "For all of you who don't know me, I am Falnor, Weyrwoman of Benden Weyr, rider of Gold Yath." She said with a little bow. "I'm sorry that my mate isn't here yet. But he should be."
She smiled and took a place that was set out for the Benden Weyrleaders.

Even though Falnor was older, she planned to lead Benden till she died. And that, she also planned wouldn't happen for a few decades.

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Nike woke with a start. The chittering of Zim, Crystal, and wild firelizards filled the room. Green eyes stared widly at the sight. They covered every inch of the room. From her cot, to the stand next to her bed, to Ruanth's couch. The white just sat there, head cocked like she was listening to them.
What are they doing here? Make them go away! Nike yelled at her dragon.
Ruanth looked in her direction, then told the firelizards to go, and they went.
The room was a lot quiter since they had left.

What were they doing here?
I called them to tell me what was going on. There are queens and bronzes arriving now.
Oh Shells! The Weyrleader meeting! Kia, and I have to be there with you and Kylath! Nike said jumping out of her cot. She dashed to her wardrobe and grabed the oil, and then started oiling Ruath and her firelizards.
Once that was done, she washed her arms, and face in the little sink next to her wardrobe. Then she took out an outfit which she had made. But of course, Nike being the worst tanner/weaver on all of Pern, had help from the Lower Caveren's women.

The tunic was a rich and warm red. Just like Nike's hair. It fit her lithe form closely, but really didn't cling. Around the neck, wrists, and waist was a golden trim. It was simple, but beautiful. Her trousers were black, and straight. They made her look taller, and older, and more elegant. But they were very simple, and wouldn't sell for much in a Gather. But there were still nice Gather clothes. Nike was going to wear the tunic and a black skirt for the Spring Gather at Southern Boll when she could fly Ruanth.

Looking in the looking-glass she tamed her mess of hair with her hands, and some water. Once she looked presentable, she told Zim and Crystal to go to her shoulders and Ruanth to stay at her side, then headed outside to wait for Sh'iron to tell her when to come into the meeting. Before doing so, she slipped on one of four pairs of shoes she had. Her sandles wouldn't do. Nor would her riding boots, or slippers which she had grown out of and needed to get rid of them. Only her black boots would work.

So Nike sighed as she waited by the entrance of the Weyrling Barracks for Kia and Sh'iron's singnal. Ruanth sat there, bored, just like her rider. But still, there were the Weyrleaders' dragons to watch all up on the heights.

[Tenma]

((Ok, since someone took Galia, I will stop roleplaying her.))

[Dragon]

Kadire of Eshyrth was with her weyrmate and Sh'iron when Christae came down. "Greetings young weyrwoman. I am Kadire weyrwoman of Fort weyr and rider of Gold Eshyrth and don't worry I understand completely", she said as she winked at the young weyrwoman of Darkmoon weyr. She followed the others to the lower caverns.

[Miki]

Bronze hide streaked through the sky as a large dragon popped out from /between/.
It quickly circled down lower and lower until it had reached the ground.
There was a gently thump and then Ituith lowered.
An elderly man, though he was still in good shape, hopped of.
~You can go rest now.~
The dragon nodded and rose into the air to be with the other dragons who had arrived here.
Br'tan of Benden Weyr walked steadily towards where he had figured the meeting was to be held.
His hair was mostly gray though was a little black, his original color.
Hazel eyes looked over the Weyr Bowl and then back up to his dragon who was flying away.
He took off his helmet and held it beside him.
His boots steadily found where he was going.
"Falnor," he said in greeting to his Weyrwoman.
He bowed slightly to the others who had come.
"Hello to you all," he said in a booming voice, suprising from such a thin man.

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Kia tore the sheets off her and ran to bathe.
She scrubbed quickly, feeling as if she wore scrubbing her skin away.
The Weyrling jumped out of the tup and quickly dressed.
She wore a soft blue dress, puffing a little at the bottom due to many layers of fabric.
The bottom had a small design to the bottom.
~Kylath, let's go!~
[shadow=red,left,300]Go- where... oh yes, I remember.[/shadow]~If you remember then you know we have to go!~
She quickly combed her hair down to a presentable look and slid on a pair of boots that looked relatively nice.
She ran into the Weyrbowl and thankfully saw Nike.
Kia ran up and almost pushed Nike down with the force she gained from running.
"Please say I'm not late," she pleaded.
Kylath, who had been oiled very little, waddled in with Tokagae on her back.

[Tenma]

Miya and Reinath walked side by side as they followed Shiron. The two just ignored everyone else who came. Reinath was now of a size were Miya didn't have to bend over, so she kept her hand on the dragonets neck. ((Or back, depends on what size they would be now.))

[Spirithawk]

Christae looked poised even though she was nervous beyond belief. Dealing with holders was one thing, but these were the Weyrleaders of Pern. She greeted each as they entered, studying them and storing away knowledge about them for later use.

She straightened out her brown skirt, making sure the red beading hung straight. She excused herself and went to speak to Uslanee, pleased to see that things were running without a hitch. She returned to the gathering. She spoke the proper responses and inquired about each weyrleader's health and that of their dragons using the names supplied by Kaith in her head.

She let Sh'iron deal with the more weighty matters. She was busy enough playing hostest. She payed keen attention; however, because she would contribute to the conversation after she had time to get her bearings. The Weyrleaders present didn't seem to have a problem with being summoned by the youngest Weyrleaders in history but there were still quite a few of their number missing.

[Miki]

Br'tan spotted Christae and smiled.
"Ah- Chrisate. I have not seen dark Moon in much time," he said loudly, walking over to her.
"Has Falnor said hello?" he asked.
I think you are scarring the poor girl.
~Oh hush, you.~

[kestral]

((I offered to rp Galia; she'll have to come a bit late...I was going to type up a post now; but I have to leave so unfortunately that will have to be delayed until the morrow.))

[meggums]

A large bronze dragon appeared above Dark Moon Weyr. The dragon bugled a welcome to the watch dragon before circling down to let his rider dismount. The bronze’s rider leapt of and landed onto the ground below, a move perfected after many turns. The rider was R’kim, Fort’s Weyrleader, and the great bronze was Tasuth. R’kim glanced around, so this was Dark Moon Weyr…
~ Eshyrth is already here.~ Tasuth said stating the obvious to his rider. There was no mistaking his weyrmate’s golden dragon, but how long ago had she arrived? The Weyrleader tugged on his riding jacket before striding purposefully into the Lower Caverns.

[kestral]

((I'll just bring Galia in again, if tis okay, so I can get a feel for roleplaying her. I hope you dont mind; since I know that Tenma already did an intro for her. I'll keep the base info, I guess...If you dont want the intro, I can always do a different post.))

Yet another golden queen appeared from between, and began the descent down to the Weyrbowl of Dark Moon Weyr. She was relatively small for her hue; with a hide the same rich gold of autumn leaves, and fire rippling across her sides, a golden-red hue that seemed to leap and dance.
Her lithe frame was well proportioned, and as she touched down lightly in the courtyard, an equally slim woman swung agiley off her back, and landed on the ground.
Beaming, the Weyrwoman of Southern Weyr confronted her peers with a graceful incline of her head, as she took off her riding helmet.
The aformentioned piece of gear had been restraining her coppery-gold hair, which now tumbled down in unruly curls about her shoulders.

Galia was silent, though her brilliantly sapphire gaze quickly found the leaders of this particular gathering; despite the fact that she had met neither before...
Or perhaps that had aided her in identifying the pair.
Nysaith dipped her head courteously to the younger Queen, Kaith, and the gold's weyrmate.
The relatively-young weyrwoman's slight frame was hugged tightly by her riding leathers; well made garments that suited her tanned complexion and dainty features well.
Despite the fact that she topped 5' by only one or two inches, there was a vitality about her that made her clearly a force to be reckoned with, and a calculation in her bright gaze that clearly stated that she was not as empty-headed as she could sometimes appear.
Smiling in absent-minded greeting as she surveyed her northern (and other southern) counterparts, Galia -having followed her weyrmate and the other 'leaders into the meeting room- folded her arms across her chest.

[Tenma]

"I see you made it, Galia." L'mis smiled and kissed the woman's cheek.

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Miya looked around, seeing all of the women with
their mates. She sighed and thought back to that night in the weyrbowl.
So are you going to admit you like him? Reinath intruded.
Miya simply smiled and layed her hand upon the dragon once again.

[Spirithawk]

((sorry i havent been here guys and this post is kinda rushed))

"I am pleased that you all could make it." She said, addresing the newcomers. "Welcome to our humble weyr."

She turned to the Benden Weyrleader. "Yes, she has, thankyou." She bowed her head in solemn greeting. They were still waiting for a few of the Weyrleaders. Nike and Kia were waiting in their places.

((I will bring in my weyrleaders next time i post probably tonight...i will make them troublemakers ;D ))