Post by A'ric on Jan 26, 2011 13:28:50 GMT -8
T'was with some reluctance A'ric dismounted Caldreth and travelled across the Weyrbowl. Though for many sevendays he had been at Crashing Seas, and longed to come back to the Weyr he now considered home, the parting had been a hard one. Friends, rare in his life, he made there and so friends he left behind. The new bronze Weyrling could have used his guidance too; however his life did not revolve around the struggling non-traditional Weyr. They were not interested in leadership other than those who worked in conjunction as the Counsel. He had been a visitor and now the Healer (an odd, silent chap) pronounced him able to return to Great Cliffs, he was here. Yet heavy his heart remained for not seeing his new friends. True he could visit yet if he was reinstated as a Wingleader, or elevated later to Flight Leader perhaps, he would have little time for visiting other places for leisure purposes.
A'ric doffed his riding helmet and shook his head to settle his hair. For lack of a comb or brush, he ran his fingers through it further set it right. Graven expression brightened as he looked around while he walked toward the Lower Caverns. New friends aside, Great Cliffs was his home now and he felt the joy of returning that Caldreth echoed as the bronze lifted off from the Weyrbowl.
Still laden with his saddle and their supplies, Caldreth circled the Rim, his eyes blue with the gladness of flight once more. Then, settled on the great ledge that encircled the Weyr. If their weyr was available still, perhaps they could truly go home - but who knew. Though they had expected to return, times changed and perhaps their weyr was taken over by someone else in their absence.
The way to the offices was a familiar one. A'ric passed the door that led to his office and glanced at it. It was closed at present. No placard or sign indicated if there was a resident. Have I been replaced during our time away? T'was not a query he could answer alone and he dared not try the door for the concern he would needlessly disturb a Wingleader, new to the position, now residing in his office. A'ric continued onward until he came to the Weyrleader's office. He lifted his still-gloved hand toward the door however he hesitated prior to knocking.
T'was custom to report to the Weyrleader upon returning to the Weyr, and in this case a necessity as he did not know where he should stay or if he should turn in his Wingleader's knots. So quick had his transfer to Crashing Seas Weyr been such small details had been overlooked. His life on the line, the Healers and others could not be bothered with the triviality of whether or not the dying dragonrider would no longer be a Wingleader when he recovered. Although no dragon or rider indicated he was otherwise, there remained the possibility they shifted his rank while he was gone but did not want to tell him until they could do so face-to-face. Yet I have heard X'cer is no longer the Weyrleader... and have not heard if Dysmeth has Risen again. She has not.
A'ric frowned. He paused there and lowered his hand as he considered whether he should report to the Weyrwoman or the second highest ranking bronze in the Weyr, who as far as he knew was still Baizynth, mated to the junior Weyrwoman. It took him but a moment to decide t'was to Ampara he would report his return. He took a few more steps down the corridor and upon finding the young Weyrwoman's door, knocked.
A'ric doffed his riding helmet and shook his head to settle his hair. For lack of a comb or brush, he ran his fingers through it further set it right. Graven expression brightened as he looked around while he walked toward the Lower Caverns. New friends aside, Great Cliffs was his home now and he felt the joy of returning that Caldreth echoed as the bronze lifted off from the Weyrbowl.
Still laden with his saddle and their supplies, Caldreth circled the Rim, his eyes blue with the gladness of flight once more. Then, settled on the great ledge that encircled the Weyr. If their weyr was available still, perhaps they could truly go home - but who knew. Though they had expected to return, times changed and perhaps their weyr was taken over by someone else in their absence.
The way to the offices was a familiar one. A'ric passed the door that led to his office and glanced at it. It was closed at present. No placard or sign indicated if there was a resident. Have I been replaced during our time away? T'was not a query he could answer alone and he dared not try the door for the concern he would needlessly disturb a Wingleader, new to the position, now residing in his office. A'ric continued onward until he came to the Weyrleader's office. He lifted his still-gloved hand toward the door however he hesitated prior to knocking.
T'was custom to report to the Weyrleader upon returning to the Weyr, and in this case a necessity as he did not know where he should stay or if he should turn in his Wingleader's knots. So quick had his transfer to Crashing Seas Weyr been such small details had been overlooked. His life on the line, the Healers and others could not be bothered with the triviality of whether or not the dying dragonrider would no longer be a Wingleader when he recovered. Although no dragon or rider indicated he was otherwise, there remained the possibility they shifted his rank while he was gone but did not want to tell him until they could do so face-to-face. Yet I have heard X'cer is no longer the Weyrleader... and have not heard if Dysmeth has Risen again. She has not.
A'ric frowned. He paused there and lowered his hand as he considered whether he should report to the Weyrwoman or the second highest ranking bronze in the Weyr, who as far as he knew was still Baizynth, mated to the junior Weyrwoman. It took him but a moment to decide t'was to Ampara he would report his return. He took a few more steps down the corridor and upon finding the young Weyrwoman's door, knocked.
