[[Disscussing Mixed]]Hungry[[Up Names]]{Spiffy}

[WhiteAngel28]

/Mine, you did not have to come with me. I am perfectly capable of satisfying my hunger while not under your watchful eye.[/color][/i]/ The bronze stated to the old man next to him, his large eye whirling blue green with amusement.

"Says who?" the old man grumbled back, "For all I know you could get accidently killed by one of those herdbeasts! It wouldn't surprise me either!" The bronze rumbled with amusement as he shook his great head and took to the skies. The old man watched him, mind straying to other thoughts especially of that other young bronze rider and upstart J'thar. He had specifiacally come to the feeding grounds to escape that youngster. Sadly the old timer knew it couldn't last.

He sighed and stared at the sky.

"I really hope that queen lays another queen. Wouldn't look great for us to have to go back North and ask for help now would it? Heck two would be wonderful..." he mumbled to himself, eye returning to his life partner as the bronze went for his second herdbeast. "But then that would just give young J'thar more opportunities wouldn't it?"

/You worry too much Mine.[/color]/ the bronze stated simply.

"And you worry too little!" the man roared back not bothering to use his mind link. After all, he really didn't care who heard him.

OOC;; Ugh. D: I was lazy. And this is short. And horrible. orz. I'm sorry! *flails*[/size]

[Spiffy]

(DS says that she wants to wait a bit to bring in R'fel and Dusk, so maybe we could keep this set before his arrival? We can have them argue about the arrival of the basilisks for later ;] )


Mind wandering, J'thir kicked idly at a pile of snow that his path crossed, watching as the breeze picked up the flakes and carried them away for a dragonlength or so before settling back down to the ground. But though his eyes saw, he paid them no heed as he trudged on, thankful that he'd worn his long wherskin riding jacket. The coat was dull brown in colour, and reached down to his knees, two wide gussets at the side and one at the back which allowed him to wear the coat astride his bronze, but also unfortunately had a habit of allowing the stronger gusts of wind access to his legs, but these weren't all that frequent, so he didn't mind. Better to have cold legs that hypothermia, even if spring were on its way. It certainly didn't seem like it were at the moment.

Finally looking up from the ground he had been treading, he picked out the rough shape of the feeding pens coming into view the herdbeasts within scattering from the dragon belonging to the very man he'd come to see.

He'd known that he would find V'lor at the feeding pens, had seen him ride down there astride Jorinth. He had considered following the old rider down with Adakhanyth, but the gangly bronze had been otherwise occupied on the fireheights, and J'thir decided against disturbing his bronze for something so trivial as a lift, so had donned his long coat and walked down instead. He had been avoiding V'lor since the day of the attack, and knew that V'lor equally had been avoiding him. They'd not talked much before that day except where Weyr business was concerned, but the three remaining bronzeriders - now two - had been forced to work together that day to ensure that their once surviving queen did in fact, survive. No-one wanted to bring the issue up, but at the same time no-one could get it off their minds, out of their thoughts, overshadowing even their own, comparatively trivial worries. Would Aiseth survive to lay her clutch? And perhaps more importantly, would she clutch another queen?

But unknown to his rider, Adakhanyth had not been as tied up in his preoccupation as J'thir had thought. The bronze knew that his rider was not handling the sudden overload of duties and responsibilities of a Weyr in distress as he could have, the bronzerider drinking more than he probably should, and the dragon had taken to keeping a worried eye on his rider the past week. Said eye followed the dark-clad man as he made his way through the WeyrBowl, more of a valley than anything, now ignoring the green who was complaining of her injuries. She couldn't even remember clearly where she'd gotten them, what had given them to her. But Ada remembered, as much through is riders unshielded worries as his own recollection. He knew were J'thir was going, but it was not until his rider was close that he took off on silent wings to glide down to the feeding grounds.

J'thir arrived at the grounds in time to hear V'lor bellowing up at his feeding dragon and couldn't help but smile, though the expression was quickly wiped from his face as he addressed the rider from behind.

"Don't we all?" he said, loud enough for V'lor to hear him over a sudden gust of wind. He looked up, registering that the wind, though on a breezy day, was out of place, to find Adakhanyth settling himself to the ground behind him. The bronze folded his wings, rattling them into a comfortable position that was unlikely to be caught by a stray gust and limping the few steps over to his rider as he said: I thought you were number-crunching. And I thought you were flirting? J'thir replied, unstruck by his dragon's mock-displeased tone as he raised an eyebrow briefly at the bronze. She was boring. And I can't keep an eye on you from there. His rider mentally huffed at him as he rested his hand on his dragons injured shoulder, turning back to V'lor and awaiting the older bronzeriders response. The whole exchange with his dragon had taken barely a second, so V'lor was unlikely to have seen it, facing away as he was. What he was here to say needed saying, but only how?

Ada settled down next to his rider, careful not no knock either him or his injury. Since the attack the normally graceful bronze had been walking as unsteadily as his ganglynes suggested he should, a fact that the bronze had taken a most affronted view to. He wasn't there to eat, and even if he was he would not have disturbed his fellow bronze's hunt, so settled to watching Jorinth from the ground by the fence. You lost one, he commented idly to the other bronze as a herdbeast he'd been chasing broke off from the group and galloped away to the far side of the pens and making as if to jump the fence. I think you may have scared it, he continued in the same, droll voice.

[WhiteAngel28]

OOC;; Haha, arguement about basilisks ;D I can't wait. Almost as bad as me having to wait until July 22nd to see if I get into Vindictus closed beta, thne of course hoping my computer can run it... I want to chain the giant spider and make it trip while running aorund with arrows sticking out of various spots on my body!! *flails excitedly since she is major gaming junkie, escpecialy Mabinogi gaming junkie* The mage gets a schythe! ;D *dances* Okay, shall concentrate on post now. *types*... Let's not forget the waiting for Hatching Day!...*is as bad as a Pern candidate*

V'lor turned, raising a gray eyebrow over his blind eye. Of course, the scars ran right through said eyebrow, leaving various gaps. Speaking of bronze riders, here was J'thar himself.

"Eh." V'lor grunted in agreement, glancing at Adakhanyth nefore turning back to his own bronze. "So what have you come out here for young 'un?"

/ Of course I scared it./ Jorinth replied, the twitch of a grin appearing as the elder bronze studied the younger. /I am a dragon after all.[/color]/

With that said, the elder lunged after the same herdbeast just as it hit the air to jump. He caught it neatly between his teeth and took it away from the rest of the herd, settling down to finish it off, then perhaps he would go for a third.

/Would you like one, Adakhanyth?[/color]/ Jorinth asked lightly, not wanting to insult the younger bronze at all, only hoping to keep they younger from irritating his injury. Of course, the younger might not be hungry at all but it was rude not to ask.

OOC;; My dad killed my buzz just as I was getting ready to give you a long post D: Sorry...[/size]

[Spiffy]

The bronze pulled is head back slightly, eyeing Jorinth narrowly. Surely that was meant as an insult. This was Jorinth he was talking to after all, they'd been exchanging insults for months now. He decided it must have been.

Scavenge? Me? You're eyesight must be going, Jorinth, if you're mistaking me for a wher now. I can hunt perfectly well, he said, nonchalantly examining one of his claws. Then, realising that maybe that would sting more than he intended, he added : Besides, I'm not hungry.

J'thir frowned as V'lor posed his blunt question. No question about it, V'lor did not want him around. Well, he'd just have to get used to that over the next few sevendays, months even. Before answering, he leaned back against Ada's shoulder with a sigh, wiping the frown from his face in preference for no expression at all.

"V'lor, we need to talk." He took a deep breath before continuing. This was not going to be easy. "I can't do this on my own. No-one can." He gritted his teeth against admitting weakness, as any man would. "Ever since R'mek and Sabriel were... well, killed, I've been doing the job of two. You know," he cut himself off abruptly. Faranth, this was difficult for him. It was a good job rely that he wasn't thinking completely straight, or he may not have been able to overcome his pride. Oh the joys of being a bronzerider!

"V'lor, you've been a Junior Weyrleader before now, I know you have, and I only a Wingsecond." Ouch. "Even if you don't want to tae charge of this shambles of a Weyr the least you could do is give a guy a hand here. You kow as well as I do that this Weyr needs help and it ain't gonna come from the North."

Whoa, that was a lot of words for him in one go. It must be the alcohol affecting him.



(My J'thir muse has done a runner, so I'm sorry this is so crappy once Ada's finished >.< Oh, and he's referring to the late Weyrleader and Weyrwoman up there, just so you know ;] )

[WhiteAngel28]

Jorinth huffed at the sharp tone of the other, but let it slide, deciding it best to apologize rather than start a fight. /Forgive me. I simply wished to keep you off your wound, not insult you. But if you are not hungry, then alright./

The elder gave a roll of his shoulders, a dragon shrug, and went back to his meal, thoroughly happy to be filling his stomach.

Darn it. J'thar brought up the very very subject he was trying to avoid. He really didn't want to get dragged into this leading stuff again, but it looks like he was going to. Curse his luck.

/Quiet you./ V'lor sent to his bronze, sending daggers toward the beast as a chuckle made its way into his mind. Letting out a sigh, V'lor realized the youngster was right, no one could do a job meant for too. Besides the proud fool was admitting weakness, which he rarely to never did, and V'lor had to give him his credit due. Turning on his heel, the elder studied J'that arms crossing over his chest.

"I was wondering when you were going to confront me about this." V'lor rumbled, "Indeed losing R'mek and Sabriel has been a terrible lose for the Weyr, and of course losing at least more than half our numbers worse." V'lor fell silent, tipping his head to the side for a moment as he thought.

"Alright." V'lor answered, "I'll help you. Any news on Ariseth? It's been a while since I've visited the queen and her rider."

OOC;; Finally! A decent long post! ^^

[Spiffy]

V'lor sighed: that means J'thir was right about him not wanting to talk about leadership issues. He knew V'lor didn;t want to lead the Weyr. Apart from the state that they were in, which was a pretty major reason to want to stay as far removed from the issue as possible, V'lor was getting on a bit. He'd had his time, and like many wanted only a quiet life. Well, that quiet had been upturned almost as violently as it was possible to have been, but that didn't mean that V'lor was about to get any sympathy from J'thir.

He didn't speak as V'lor fell silent. He still hadn't given J'thir an answer, and J'thir wasn't about to give him any more rope until he did. But, somewhat grudgingly, V'lor agreed to help. But J'thir didn't miss the quick change of subject. So, he really didn't want to talk about it then. Well, touche, bronzerider. Now that J'thir had said his bit, painful as it was, he wasn't about to let V'lor go that easily, not until he'd evened the standings a little.

"My best guess is that she's not improved much. The healers are still as close as she will allow them to hover. The Dragonhealers are tearing their hair out. Her rider's dosed up to her eyebrows and as delirious as a green on heat. Other than that I cannot tell you more as I've not had time do give her anything more than a cursory glance once a day or so," he said finally, giving V'lor a steely gaze, reciprocating the bronzeriders own stance by crossing his own arms over his chest and leaning back into Adakhanyth.

Lean any closer and you'll be joining my last dinner, Ada commented, giving his claws a final once over before lowering his head to the ground and observing the two riders idly.

"So," he went on, dragging the conversation back to where he had started it. "What would you prefer: Wing reshuffling or tithe reordering?" he said, naming the two tasks which he was least looking forward to, naturally. One made the dragonriders angry with you and the other the holders. It was a choice between bad and worse really, though which was which was subject to opinion. Personally, he'd marginally prefer (in a light use of the word) the wing reshuffling. The riders wouldn't like it very much, and so him, but at least they'd have to stick with it. Relations with the Hold were altogether a lot more shaky. But that was a whole other story.


(OOC: Sorry, J'thir was avoiding the issue of posting *shiftyeyes*)

[WhiteAngel28]

OOC;; Is fine. V'lor does the same thing sometimes. ;D On a side note all my sunsongs seem to want to be female... So I have three queens... It's getting annoying. -_-

V'lor frowned slightly. He was hoping for better news, but beggars can't be choosers. Best he could probably do is have Jorinth speak with the injured queen and hope to get her to allow the healers closer.

/I'm sorry, you want me to talk to an irratated queen? An injured one at that? You really must be going senile, old man.[/i]/ Jorinth replied to the thought, letting out a snort as he went for a limping herdbeast.

/It was just a thought.../ V'lor thought back grudgingly. His attention fully returned to J'thar when the other shifted his stance, the fleeting thought about Ariseth and the small exchange lasting in the space between J'thar's report and his shifting stance. V'lor returned the steely gaze with one of his own, a wry smile twitching at the corner of his lips as he saw J'thar lean back against his dragon, who was licking his claws very close to said rider. Now wouldn't that be a sight, a rider getting eaten by his own dragon? V'lor let out a small chuckle as J'thar dragged the conversation back to where it had started.

Mm... Wing reshuffling or tithe reordering... Very hard choice. Riders yelling at you or Holders yelling at you. Granted the riders probably wouldn't complain that much especially after such an incident, but the Holders... Well they were just pompous windbags weren't they? And they tend to try to get out of giving an appropiate sized tithe. Tithe reordering. Definitely. V'lor didn't think the youngster could gow ithout having one pulled over at him, at least until he learned. And right now they didn't have the time for little J'thar to play the learning game.

"Tithe reordering." V'lor stated simply. "Anything else, J'thar?"

OOC;; I was trying to figure out when V'lor should say J'thir's name wrong outloud, and then I just looked at his last sentence and I was like, 'Yes. Right there. ;D' This should be interesting. [/size]