Transfer?

[rdan]

Okay, just stay collected. There is no reason that any of these people should know too much about the situation. I just hope they will be willing to overlook a few...details... It was an accident R'dan-mine. Everyone agrees. Well not everyone. And it was no accident I blew his sharding face in. To everyone important it was an accident. No one cares about a not-Mine like that anyway. That is what I'm counting on.

That was the conversation that took place between rider and dragon as R'dan took his first steps through the caverns of Great Cliffs. His rather sudden departure from Telgar Weyr regarding an unfortunate incident during a tavern fight had left him somewhat apprehensive as to whether he would be welcomed here or not, but considering the great relationship between this Weyr and White Sands, the Weyr of Voraidith's birth, he was not terribly concerned.

The Weyrwoman's office was easy enough to find. He had heard Lady Ampara, though young for a senior Weyrwoman, was wise and level-headed. He hoped she would be reasonable with his request. Even so, he intended to reveal as little information as possible regarding the move, intending to cite difficulties being the son of the Hold bound to the Weyr to which he had, up until now, belonged. After all that /was/ part of the problem....

Pausing before Ampara's door to collect himself, he knocked twice sharply.

The man in front of the door was certainly a fine speciman to behold. He stood a solid six feet tall with broad shoulders, and although his white tunic was cut loosely it could not conceal the power in his chest, arms, and torso. Although all dragonriders were fit by necessity, it was evident this one went above and beyond to maintain physical prowess. More fitted black pants suggested proportionately strong thighs and calves. The white tunic set well against bronzed skin and curly black hair, while cautiously confident brown eyes gazed out from an undeniably handsome, though slightly unshaven face.

((basically he's really hot. LOL!))

[Ampara]

There is someone new coming.[/color]
Transfer?
Yes, a bronze rider.[/color]
That's... interesting.

Perhaps a better word was unusual. There weren't many bronze riders that transferred in really, but she supposed she could handle another ego-tripping dragonrider. Ampara understood Dysmeth's interest all too keenly. That time was coming nigh, and she hated how the worry of it practically consumed her. She felt less nervous thinking about the Lord Holder and his... recent quirks. Ampara ran her fingers through her hair to remove any tangles, and made sure she wasn't covered in ink stains.

She didn't really look the part of pomp and circumstance that the title of Weyrwoman carried, but as she found herself pitching in whenever and wherever more often than not she didn't really bother walking around in fancy attire. She was of course neat, but anything regal came from demeanor rather than clothing.

Ampara was just signing a few things, wondering about her transfer when the sharp knocks came. She steeled herself for what she was sure going to be a rather political encounter of some sort, hoping that the interview would go smoothly so she could get back to some other pressing issues.

"Enter."

Ampara stood to receive her guest, clasping her hands behind her back.

[rdan]

Taking a deep breath, R'dan straightened his tunic with a quick tug before stepping through the door. He gave a polite nod and positioned himself about a step away from the desk before he made steady eye contact. Cautious brown eyes met green ones that to him seemed to reflect inborn leadership. It was the type that was gifted in personality at birth and could never quite be earned by those who did not possess it. It was what he expected from a Weyrwoman.

"Good day Weyrwoman. I apologize for my rather...sudden arrival. I realize this is not the most opportune of times for me to come here."

Dragonrider or not, as the son of a Holder it was impossible for him not to know, at least the sketchy details of the politics of many other Weyrs. Although he knew nothing about it personally or in detail, he had heard that Feytolian was being an insistant thorn in Great Cliff's side. And, of course, there was the unfortunate incident of Lossoth flying the junior gold from /his/ former Weyr. A most interesting matter, indeed. One that could perhaps be to his advantage somewhere down the line...but enough of that. He had to be accepted here first. The last thing he needed to do was push the wrong buttons so early.

[Ampara]

Ampara gave an easy smile at the nod, but of course he no doubt wouldn't be fooled by such. She was personable as her position dictated, but she met his gaze steadily and her posture indicated that she knew who was wearing the pants in the room so to speak.

"Perhaps, but Great Cliffs is always proud to welcome another bronze rider. Please take a seat."

She motioned to the chairs in front of the desk before seating herself, and shuffling a few papers to give herself a clear space. Ampara wasn't sure why he'd want to transfer there, but the name R'dan didn't ring any bells. Considering her recent close contact with Telgar hadn't brought the name up either it was pretty safe to assume that she hadn't heard of any of his recent troubles, and she was rather too wrapped up in her own hold's problems to worry about that of another.

"If I may I'd like to inquire your reasoning for transferring to Great Cliffs Weyr? It's not so often that a bronze rider chooses to transfer in, and what position did you hold in... was it Telgar Weyr?"

Ampara clasped her hands on the desk in front of her and leaned in, keeping her eyes on his. It could be considered intimidating to some, but she had few fears despite the sometimes tangled past of Great Cliffs. She found it was an effective way to keep people from lying to her if they thought she was looking into their head.

[rdan]

"Thank you very much." He flashed a bright smile, dimple and all, although his eyes still betrayed some understandable reserve. Now seated across from Ampara he was able to get a good look at her, and he certainly liked what he saw. Despite the fact the young woman before him was a Weyrwoman, the Weyrwoman whose had his fate in her hands no less, she was still a woman, and when it came to R'dan that was always the top priority. She was quite pretty. And a redhead, which he liked very much. He had yet to meet a young red haired lady who lacked fun in her life...although some certainly had less than others. The before noted green eyes were equally nice as well and really set off her face. Okay, pretty? Check. Now for her figure. Considering their seated positions this was somewhat more difficult to discern, although the top half certainly looked quite nice. A slender, typically feminine build...very nice indeed. This meeting was at a good start. It was an very delicate artform to quickly assess a woman's figure without giving oneself away, but R'dan had it down practically to a science. For all the world it appeared he had glanced at a paper to the left hand of Ampara and instantly back to her face.

"Yes, Telgar Weyr. I was a Wingleader, which makes the circumstances all the more unfortunate. To be frank, I am seeking a transfer for somewhat personal issues. My father is the Lord Holder bound to Telgar and my being chosen by Voraidith has never rested well with him. To prevent further tension from potentially rising between Weyr and Hold I wish to be far enough away from my father's sphere of influence so it is no longer a problem. We would have sought transfer to White Sands as that is Voraidith's place of hatching, but we determined the island climate would not suit us."

[Ampara]

"You're quite welcome."

R'dan was studied in return, but Ampara cared more for body language than actual physique. She couldn't help but notice that he reminded her of X'cer a bit. Tall, dark hair and eyes that and mentions of Telgar triggered an all too familiar heartache. Perhaps a quick glance down to her clasped hands was all to suggest that anything was amiss.

Ampara grabbed a piece of hide and something to mark with to busy her hands. She scrolled some notes to pass onto the other staff. Telgar Weyr, Wingleader, personal issues...check. An extra note to K'ivan to check into those so called "personal issues" as she was sure that fell under the Guardian purview.

"Could you elaborate on these personal issues a bit. I know that it must be difficult, but our own Lord Holder has had some disagreements with us as of late. It would be best therefore to know the general nature. I'm sure your father doesn't bother much with Western Continent business, but Great Cliffs has had its problems in the past I'm sure you're aware so we like to be extra careful."

Ampara was perfectly tactful with a warm and reassuring smile on her face. It was a ploy designed to inspire trust and to be forthcoming with detail. People were always more relaxed when she made it sound such inquiries were mundane and routine. Not to mention it had the added bonus (hidden to her of course) that she was entirely preoccupied with the problems of the west. She smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear as it persistently tickled her chin. It was getting rather long, and she made a mental note to get it trimmed soon.

Welcome to Great Cliffs.[/color] Dysmeth regally extended a greeting to the bronze to help her rider fish further. Sometimes dragons were chattier than her riders, and of course everyone wanted to impress her and hers.

[rdan]

R'dan had not believed for a second he would get away so easily with mentioning vague personal issues--but he had hoped nonetheless. He couldn't help but notice her fidgiting hands, after all she was really the only moving thing to look at in the room. He wondered at the precise cause of her anxiety. Of course he could never guess that he somewhat resembled X'cer as he had never met the man, though he correctly thought it probably had something to do with him being from Telgar. The situation was, after all, most embarrassing and awkward for everyone involved.

Although he attempted to sneak a peek at exactly what it was she was writing, he couldn't quite make it out, instead continuing his explanation as requested.

"Of course. There is nothing really difficult about it, nor anything terribly unusual. My father, like many Lord Holders is simply bitter anytime someone he considers to be of value is, as he sees it, stolen from the Hold by the Weyr. Before me there were a couple valuable crafters. Having his second son Impress threw my father into a rage out of which he's never quite risen above. It has not helped matters that many of my closest friends continue to live at and around the Hold and I never ceased to visit with them in those locations. My father has never directly threatened the Weyr as he realizes there is nothing to be done about the situation, but I believe my close proximity to him being a dragonrider has only kept the wound fresh in his mind."

He paused a moment, as though uncertain whether to continue. Ampara's reassuring smile did little to break the careful barrier he was keeping around himself, but he thought to let a little more of the truth out to hopefully shake her questions off his tail.

"There...is another matter as well if I am to be completely honest, and I now intend to be. I am not certain where you yourself were raised, be it Weyr, Hold, or Hall, but regardless as you are undoubtedly all too aware society runs much differently in the Hold. As a Holder's son I was raised to act a certain way toward people who were not on the same level as me...birthright speaking. Although I have been trying to improve on it ever since I Impressed it is difficult to change one's attitude towards life when one is constantly surrounded by the same people and places one knew when in a different position."

Sighing, he scratched the back of his neck. "Look. I've been a cocky bastard who thought the world and everything in it should just be handed to me my entire life. I've made a lot of enemies at Telgar and I don't blame them for hating me. I'm not a changed man. Not yet. But I want to be. Unfortunately I came to realize I can't do it at home. I need to be thrown into an envirionment where I've never been considered superior to anyone else. Only in such a neutral environment do I stand a chance of ever becoming a decent human being."

Well that is a load of wherry-dung if ever I have heard it. Almost sounds convicing though. I hope so.

"Well there you have it. If you don't want someone of my past description residing in your Weyr I wouldn't blame you. But I would dearly appreciate the chance for a fresh start."

My sincerest gratitude, My Queen. Your Weyr is certainly a grand one, as is befitting a grand Queen.

[Ampara]

Ampara wasn't so much embarrassed as at a loss as how to handle the situation. Awkward was certainly an apt term. It had certainly dealt her and the weyr a blow on more than one level. She straightened her shoulders up. It would be dealt with one way or another.

Her head stayed slightly tilted downward as she copied down notes about his past. She thought the Telgar Lord Holder sounded much like Feyotlian. Ampara supposed that their relationship wasn't the best then if he visited and they had not reconciled, and she thought it a fair assumption that out of sight would constitute out of mind. An idea that she jotted down next to the linear notes that had been made. Some more fact checking to be done also.

Ampara didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue of his own volition. Her patience was rewarded.

She gave a slight nod indicating understanding, but she wondered if he'd make waves fitting into a place where there wasn't always a large buffer between the higher ups and the other folk. It would be good for him if he actually intended to change, but it was easier said than done. Some people did thrive when given responsibility, after all she'd succeeded in that going from harper apprentice to weyrwoman. Not to mention there was being set in his ways.

Ampara penciled that idea in under his desire for transfer heading.

"Enemies that are just content to see you gone and won't come sniffing for trouble?" There were plenty of places that could get a dragonrider in trouble if he or she stepped out of place or line.

"In the interest of preserving our own weyr and hold relations it would just be easier to know about anything...problematic in advance." Ampara put it as tactfully as she could.

She foresaw some possible issues with this rider, but if they could keep him away from the Hold then maybe he'd do well. There wasn't too much at the hold to interest dragonriders anyway, and Feyotlian wasn't hosting anything so perhaps if he settled in and kept his nose clean.

Of course she'd have to pass things along to K'ivan so he could do his Guardian thing, but for the moment the former wingleader was looking to be more of an asset than a problem.

"Well despite your past difficulties I think your willingness to want to start over is a very admirable goal, and there is of course your experience as a wingleader that would be helpful to our weyr. I'd like to pass some things along to a few other officials, and you might be called in to do a couple other interviews. For now I'd be happy to invite you to stay here as a guest while we get things squared away, and that will give you a chance to get to know the weyr a bit."

Ampara smiled. She thought that he seemed promising, but that would remain to be seen.

I'm glad you find Great Cliffs so lovely. We all work hard to keep it that way. [/color]

[rdan]

R'dan glanced down at the hide and back to Ampara's face several times while he was talking, wondering exactly to whom or where all the information would be headed. Surely there were not so many transfers to the Weyr that the Weyrwoman needed records to keep track of them all. Besides, it was easy enough to push him out again if any trouble did erupt, especially considering that, as a complete stranger he had no network to help him stay. Then again, considering the neat but substantial piles of hide and the ink stains that could never quite be cleaned off her hands, perhaps she was just an overly meticulous record keeper and all of this scribbling was out of habit. Never in his wildest dreams would he think this Weyr had some sort of organized group that may check up on his past. If he /had/ known, Great Cliffs would likely have been the last place he would have come. Too late now.

R'dan actually chuckled at the notion of people coming after him. All of those who would wish to didn't have two coins to rub together, nor a runner nevertheless a dragon. "No, I assure you the trouble will be left behind me. There was nothing so pressing that anyone would travel a day's ride from Telgar...certainly not a continent." For the first time since the initiation of this conversation he sounded completely confident, flashing a small, reassuring smile.

The problem with Ampara's assumption is there were plenty of interesting things in Kajano hold to attract the nave bronze rider: Kajano tavern, pretty girls, and Kajano Reds for gambling on. All things simple and good were found in Holds...the Weyrborn dragonriders just tended not to notice.

Nodding slowly with the shadow of a smile lingering on his face as she passed on her judgment, he looked truly grateful. "Excellent, I'd appreciate that very much. Your hospitality is more than generous." Giving a gracious nod of thanks, he rose from his seat. "Erm...where would it be best for us to stay in the meantime?"

Your hard work shows, though I hope there is nothing too difficult to bother you. Voraidith's keen mind (well, as much as a dragon's ever is) followed the same line of thought as Dysmeth's, thinking that perhaps the Queen herself would be a bit more illuminating on present Weyr politics than her bonded was at first. It was important that His know what was going on so he could find a niche to fit into. He was determined that His should be considered well liked and important as he deserved. It was hard to rebuild a reputation...His needed to connect with the right people as soon as possible.

[cevara]

Cevara had always been famous for her seemingly poor timing that often ended up to actually be good timing. From her initial transfer to Great Cliffs during the middle of an important council meeting, to her recent arrival at the Guardian's drill just late enough to not cause tragic damage, to well...now.

Having kept in mind a conversation she and Ampara had engaged in one late night a while back in the dining hall concerning the situation in the Hold, she decided right now would be a great time to report back on what she had found. After all, it was the middle of a normal afternoon, what could possibly be going on that was important? If she was to be perfectly honest with herself, she really wasn't reporting much at all, but just wanted to pay a visit.

So it was that happily unsuspecting, lost in her own thoughts, she didn't really register the sound of a male voice coming from Ampara's office, just as she didn't pay much attention to the fact the the door was open some when it was usually closed.

"Hello? Hope you're not--oh shards" Having pushed the half open door the rest of the way open (one does not typically knock on an open door do they?) Cevara blinked in surprise as she took in the scene. There was a strange man. Why was there a strange man? And with bronze rider stripes to boot. "My mistake! Sorry I'll just..." motioning at Ampara somewhere down the hallway she indicated that she'd be outside waiting and turned to walk away.

Who is that Mine? Is that a new rider? There is a new bronze in the Weyr no one has seen before. He's very big...not very friendly either from what I gather. You could have told me that a little sooner. I am sorry Mine. I was just finding out now. I cannot do everything at once now can I? Sighing, Cev chuckled. Far from being annoyed, she was amazed as always by how much her bonded had discovered in such a short period of time. No, I suppose you can't. Well, let me know more when you know, you horrible gossip. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more than I can sooner. I am trying to right now, Mine, but you are distracting me! Oh well pardon me then. I'll just stand here all awkward like and keep my mouth shut then, shall I? No, you should talk to the new not-Mine. Yes, thank you for that, love. I shouldn't have thought of it otherwise. Grinning as Gaveneth rumbled his irritations in her head, she fiddled with her braid, hoping she had not interrupted the meeting at too important a moment.

[Ampara]

Even if there weren't so many transfers that she needed an extensive record of it she generally kept a file until she had incorporated the data into her already extensive mind catalogue of names, dates, and natural talents. Besides she was sure that K'ivan kept something a little more extensive considering his paranoia so he was likely to appreciate her foresight to take notes beforehand. Ampara was also especially meticulous since the tithes had stop coming and they'd begun to acquire supplies by quiet other means, and she had also had to stretch what they had on hand, trying her best to keep the general populace from worrying.

Ampara smiled in return, nodding and making another note, finding his confidence on the subject to be a good sign.

"Oh yes, let's see," Ampara folded over the piece of hide, meaning to call her firelizard for it momentarily, and she rummaged through some of the files on her desk before finding the appropriate one. "There's one on the third tier for guests that should accommodate you nicely," and by that she meant it had been the one that had been dusted and freshened up most recently, "Dysmeth will point it out to Voraidith, and if there's anything you have trouble finding please feel free to ask..."

"Oh Cevara," Ampara's face broke into the most genuine smile she'd had that day, "Actually, please come in, you have good timing we're just finishing up, and I have a few things I'd like you to pass along to K'ivan since you so graciously decided to pay me a visit," she winked, knowing the brown rider wouldn't mind running such a little a errand especially to her weyrmate.

Ampara snapped her fingers, having forgot what she was saying at the sudden intrusion, remember R'dan without too much of a lag. "If you have any questions R'dan, please have your bronze bespeak Gaveneth, Cevara's brown," she nodded to the rider who had just entered, "he's got a knack for knowing precisely whatever you may be curious about."

Nothing mine can't handle.[/color] The pride and admiration for her rider was unmistakable, Dysmeth feeling like she and her rider could do anything, though that was certainly a trait that Ampara had long before she impressed. It was much easier to believe in herself when she had Dysmeth to back her up though.
We just hope we haven't caused Telgar much trouble.[/color] Dysmeth also made sure to pass along the directions to their temporary weyr.

Gaveneth.[/color] Dysmeth's shift of attention was so quick that it at first it sounded as she was going to admonish the brown before instructing him to do precisely what he was attempting to do anyway, speaking only to him. I've told Voraidith to ask you if he needs any help, considering you are the most talented gossip in the weyr mine trusts you'll do us proud?

"And if course if you wish to speak to someone in person I'd also highly recommend Cevara if she isn't off hiding out in the smithy she is both an accomplished weapons master, and a wing second. Cevara this is R'dan, a Wingleader of Telgar wishing to transfer in, I hope I'm not putting you on the spot too much," Ampara specifically didn't mention the guardians yet, not wishing to tip her hand in that manner yet as he didn't seem aware of the organization. There would be time for that after the guardians had cleared him to transfer.

Of course, her reasons for putting Cevara on the spot in the first place was that she was precisely suited to the task of wheedling anything relevant out of the new guy. Also she was a woman which in the case of most bronze riders never hurt anything, and if R'dan was fishing for information himself he would thus be interested in getting to know Cevara a bit, allowing her to get to know him a bit. Information was something that was hardly freely given, after all.

"Is there anything we can help with right now while you are lucky enough to have us in the same room?"

[cevara]

Hearing her name, Cevara had poked her head around the corner of the door, braid held up in mid flip. Yes, she had done it again. Silently congratulating herself for being precisely where she was wanted even though it was unintended, she slipped into the office and slid a bit to the right, so as not to be directly on top of the still mysterious bronze rider. Giving him a sidelong glance, she regretted being rather informally dressed for meeting a new Wingleader. Nothing says 'welcome to our beautiful Weyr' like some loosely put together woman in worn breeches and a rather inappropriately revealing hide bodice with no under shirt. What could she say? It was warm out! Top this with sooty fingernails and strands of rebel hair escaping from her loose braid, she was truly the epitome of class. Ah well. One might wonder why she looked like that to pay the Weyrwoman a visit in the first place, but when informally visiting familiar people, regardless of station, such things just never occurred to her.

"Hmm? Oh, of course of course. I'd be happy to bring them to him." As Ampara correctly noted, it was hardly a task to take something home with her to K'ivan. Returning a warm smile, happy to be unexpectedly useful, she gave the man next to her another long look out of the corner of her eye. To the brown rider there seemed nothing immensely noticeable about him at first. However she did notice that he looked rather finely dressed...the material of clothing not so much the style and he seemed to have a kind of noble air about him. Or arrogant. Probably both considering how often the two coincided. Other than that he was just rather tall and she supposed fairly attractive...at least as men ever are.

Trying her best not to look disconcerted at all as Ampara picked up her conversation where she left it, she was nonetheless a bit startled to hear her dragon's name brought in. Quickly recovering, she shrugged with a half smirk, conceding that the comment was true. Gaveneth was a worse gossip than most greens, that was no secret.

Said gossipy brown was startled out of another conversation, snapping quickly to attention when his Queen addressed him out of no where. Mentally cringing, he had the initial feeling he had somehow done something terribly wrong before the rest of Dysmeth's words reached him. Most talented gossip? He sounding jokingly appalled and chortled through his words. Not true at all, surely you have me mistaken with someone else, lovely Queen. Necessary flirtation over with, he carried on in a more serious tone, rather proud to have been given free rein to use his often frowned upon talent to help out. I would be only too happy to help if he needs it.

Shifting from her heels to her toes and back again while the conversation continued, she just smiled and nodded, agreeing with what Ampara said. While she had admittedly not been expecting to show a potential transfer around the Weyr if he needed it, truth be told she didn't have anything pressing at the moment. Sleep could wait before her late night Guardian patrol. No one needed that anyway.

Turning to R'dan for the first time now that they were officially being introduced, she extended a hand, smiling in a truly friendly manner. "Hello, a pleasure, I'm sure. A real pleasure." Turning back toward the Weyrwoman to address her question she continued, "No, no, it's no trouble at all. I was actually planning to run down to the Dining hall and grab a bit to eat. If you'd like to accompany me, R'dan you are more than welcome. Find out straight away where the most important part of the Weyr is." Giving her stomach a pat, she chuckled at her own joke. "But seriously, we really do have excellent food....wouldn't you say, Ampara? I have lived at two other Weyrs in the past and Great Cliffs has the best food hands down...and everything else of course." She added amiably.

[rdan]

"That is most kind of you. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it..." What was meant to be the politest of smiles fell off his face even as Ampara's spread across hers. Pivoting sharply around to see just who had come bouncing into the office during a meeting, he at first saw only the tail of a wheat-gold braid flick out of view and back around the corner. What sort of place is this where people just barrage into the Weyrwoman's office like that? Voraidith gave an indignant sort of agreement. Some people just had no concept of propriety. Totally unacceptable.

Considering these thoughts, nothing could have shocked R'dan more than the eager reception of the unaccepted guest. Face wrinkling into the shadow of a scowl despite his greatest efforts, he had turned fully to the side to get a good look at the intruder. And look he did. The bronze rider really couldn't be blamed. While Cevara was correct that she looked far from well put together, that certainly did not make her any less attractive. It didn't help that the bodice which worked so well in keeping her breasts firmly in place during her extremely active days also had the effect of pushing them up into high and quite generous cleavage. While R'dan had been prepared to meet the Weyrwoman respectfully and had taken her in very discreetly, his eyes very obviously fixed directly on Cevara's chest before taking in the rest of her...not even thinking about what a crude scoundrel he must look like.

That female not-Mine is bonded to a /brown/. Voraidith did not bother to hide the disdain in his mental voice. It was clear that he thought very little of such a match. That is not normal at all. Females are not supposed to bond with browns. He must be very strange. Or she is...or both are.

His bonded's voice saved him from further embarrassment as it snapped R'dan from his unscrupulous thoughts and back to the present situation: he was supposed to be behaving himself to look good so he could have a place to live. Feeling his cheeks grow hot, he clenched his jaw in annoyance at himself and fixed his eyes on his boot, as though something very interesting at just appeared there. She is a brown rider, really? In his distraction, he had not taken in what Ampara had just said. I have never heard of that before. You are right that does seem very strange. Last he had been aware, women were only green riders and gold riders with the occasional blue.

Falling gradually back into the present situation, he swallowed, realizing he had been spoken to by both women. "Oh...yes...that would be appreciated erm..." Cevara Cevara. Thank you both. It would be nice to know my way around a bit."

For Dysmeth, Voraidith toned down the sour and put on as much charm as he could muster. I certainly believe it. Your bonded seems very organized and effective. Of course she would have to be to be yours. The careful bronze waited a moment before answering the gold's question. It was a simple one, but it was loaded. Hardly an idiot, he knew Dysmeth would be scrutinizing him even more closely, if possible, than her bonded studied His. Certainly no more trouble than has been caused here, and none of /your/ doing of course. I was fortunate to have missed the cause of the situation. Myself and Mine were visiting my clutchmates at White Sands at the time. It seems like we had been there for quite some time... As with most dragons, his memory grew fuzzier on the details as time passed, even though it was relatively recent. Still, the heart of the situation was fresh in his mind, and it had not escaped him that he could push this moment to his advantage. After all, he felt it was vital for Dysmeth to know that he had not flown against and lost to Lossoth. I wish now we had been there, perhaps the situation would be less messy.

"Weaponsmith, really?" Sounding genuinely impressed, he looked at the woman next to him again with interest. That would explain the highly defined arms and allover sculpted muscle. The only thing the intrigued him more than the fact he had located one of the few Weyrs were the Craft was apparently re emerging, was the face that the Master was female. Well...that rather seemed befitting with the brown dragon and all.

Taking her hand in a firm and surprisingly strong shake, he smiled conservatively. "Thank you. Yes...I would like to come. Something to eat sounds good right about now, especially if it's as delicious as you say."

At Ampara's question he paused a minute to think. It was unlikely he would have both the Weyrwoman and another apparently knowledgeable Weyr member in the same place at once. Unfortunately, he just drew a blank. "No, I think you have covered everything. Truthfully this was more help than I ever could have expected. I do hope to live here now if this is a reflection on how wonderful the general population is." He flashed the Weyrwoman a truly winning smile.

"Shall I wait outside while you ladies finish up business?"

[Ampara]

Ampara truthfully didn't mind Cevara's state of dress. Her own was hardly impressive by any means though perhaps in better repair. As a candidate she really hadn't the inclination to be in such a good shape as Cevara was, and it was something she'd chafed against as a weyrling. Decorum was tedious and tiresome, and Ampara liked to pitch in precisely so she had an excuse to abandon it any opportunity possible. Weyrwoman and lady holder were two roles that she felt were shoved close together that ought to have been much further removed, being a dragonrider made things different even for the leaders of the weyr.

"Thanks a bunch, saves me a trip, it's a bit much for firelizards." Not that it was that far of a trip really, but as busy as K'ivan was the distance could have been a toss up; next door or across the weyrbowl, maybe not even in the weyr. However, by entrusting it to Cevara she knew that they would cross paths soon enough.

Ampara couldn't help but notice R'dan's blatant staring, but she didn't take too much offense to it. Most men probably would have found it difficult not to, and he at least snapped back to himself without too much of a horrible delay.

"I feel like the layout is pretty ah... intuitive, it shouldn't take you long to get your bearings." She decided to encourage him a bit, knowing that it could be daunting trying to find one's way around any unfamiliar territory much less one where getting lost meant finding the way out of a maze.

I knew I could rely on you.[/color] Dysmeth's tone was affectionate, but not overtly encouraging, they had a long friendship after all.

Dysmeth was fairly pleased with Voraidith's responses though she wasn't really getting anywhere information-wise. She would have to wait a while until he let his guard down a bit, and became more relaxed, assuming the transfer went according to plan.

Perhaps, but as mine says it is best not to worry about things that can't be changed, we are looking forward to seeing how you might improve the future.[/color] She liked to challenge the bronzes a bit, perhaps sometimes liking to be the center of attention more than she would admit.

"Of course." Ampara echoed Cevara's statement with a smile, aware of the irony of herself claiming that everything at Great Cliffs was the best of the best.

"I'm glad we could help," and she inclined her head to him and his smile, inwardly pleased with how it had all gone initially at any rate.

"Yes, thank you for your patience, outside will be fine."

[rdan]

Pleased that his lapse in manners had apparently not caused some terrible offense, regaining his smooth and collected demeanor was only too simple. He would be glad to leave the office. Making a good impression required far too much effort and he was looking forward now to a more relaxed meal. From the first impression anyway, Cevara seemed laid back and friendly enough. Not that he would completely let his guard down, but perhaps he could act a bit more natural.

That is a wise observation. It is true we can only look to the future. Voraidith had been thoroughly, if pleasantly surprised by the challenge, and actually emitted a soft chuckle. Although he would be put to the task seriously, perhaps much more so than his bonded, he thought he detected some playfulness in the phrase. Given the chance, I will take that challenge to heart, my Queen. Myself and Mine have no greater desire than to make our future home an even better place in any way we can.

"Again, thank you..." Flashing a last smile to Ampara, he turned his attention more to Cevara and added, "I will just wait right outside, then."

Turning on his heel, R'dan strode out of the office, clicking the door shut behind him. They would hear his footsteps retreat further down the hall. He determined waiting directly outside of the door would be rude, although he greatly wished to hear what the two women had to say. Assuredly at least some of it would be about him.

Leaning against the wall, trying to look nonchalant, the bronze rider strained his ears, hoping to catch something, though through the stone walls he realized it was highly unlikely.