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"Reluctant Greenriders' Club" Chapter Meeting
Date/time: 3:06pm on day 19, month 1, turn 2.
Players: Anesath, Dulcieth, Kesida, and Wendra
Summary: Kesida and Wendra commiserate about impressing the wrong color.
Southern Bowl Winter. Snow. 26F / -3C.
The primary feature of this end of the mile-long bowl is the Weyr's lake, which takes up nearly a quarter of the bowl's capacity by itself. About two dragonlengths deep at the deepest part - which is safely nestled along the wall of the bowl, far from the shore - the water is fairly clear for all that it's warm. Even in the winter, the water never really dips below "chilly," heated as it is by the Weyr's internal thermals. Occupying the southwestern corner, the southeastern finger of the lake puddles around the fence to the feeding grounds.
The tunnel to the weyrling barracks opens on the eastern side of the bowl, just north of the patio-like overhang that serves as the Weyr's stables. Almost directly across from this on the western wall is the tunnel leading in to the lower caverns, meeting up with the road out of the Weyr.
It's frigid and snowing on this winter's afternoon, but Wendra is stoically out in the lake bathing Dulcieth. The tiny green is having the time of her short life, splashing around any time Wendra pauses.
Anesath swoops down from above, landing on the edge of the water with a happy trill. She flaps her wings a few times eagerly as her rider slides off. Kesida has a few brief moments during which she manages to get the green's straps off before she's in the air again, splashing down in the middle of the lake.
Wendra glances over from her place in the shallows and salutes the greenrider before affording a small smile and saying "Hello, Kesida. Anesath's looking well."
Kesida jumps a little bit at the voice. She was so focused on folding Anesath's straps that she didn't notice the other pair. "Hello, Wendra. Thank you, so is Dulcieth," she says graciously. Finished with the straps she sits on the sand, tucking her knees to her chin and absently watching her dragon. Anesath is playing in the water as if there will be no tomorrow, splashing and bugling her delight. Kesida can't help but smile. "How are you?"
Dulcieth trills to the larger green, paddling out a few feet before Wendra, reflecting the smile, calls her back. With a disappointed croon she returns for more bathing. "I'm doing fairly well, when she isn't slipping off to play with the older dragons. How are you?"
Kesida nods, "We're doing fine," she says absently, "Fine, really. Just fine," she says a few more times, as if trying to convince herself of the fact. "Thread is very...stressful," she says, before blushing. Anesath finishes her play and drifts back to shore, moving herself with her paws and her wings both.
Wendra nods seriously. "I guess that's something I won't have to worry about while she's the size of a small feline." She struggles with herself for a few seconds, then says "Wingleader S'dric recommended I speak with you about, well, impressing green. Do you have some time?"
Kesida looks, frankly, shocked and then nervous. "Why?" she demands, "Why me? There are lots of other greenriders out there." Anesath prances onto the sand and flops down to shadow her rider, wuffling proudly as she drips dry.
Dulcieth turns around and paddles toward the shore, showing off her elite swimming skills. Wendra smiles and follows, then towels off and slips into some warm overclothes. "I think because we're in the same boat. We both are girls who impressed the wrong color."
Kesida shrugs, "Yes, but there are other female greenriders in the weyr," she protests softly. It seems that she can't possibly believe that anyone would ask her for advice. Anesath snorts and nudges her rider firmly, causing Kesida to have to brace herself against the sand.
Wendra ponders, brushing some of the snowflakes off of her oblivious dragon. "I'm not sure why he does anything, except that he has the best for us all in mind. He must've thought you could tell me something the others couldn't.
Kesida shifts her weight nervously and nods, "Alright. Well...what did you want to know?"
Wendra says, "Mostly just if it'll ever feel... right that I impressed."
Kesida sighs, "I am guilty every day for it," she admits quietly. "Every single day. And no matter how many times Anesath assures me that I was her best choice, there's always that nagging voice that says that if I wasn't there on the sands that day, she would have found someone just the same. And why couldn't they have been better than me?"
Wendra echoes the sigh. "I was hoping maybe I was the only one. The other two girls who impressed seem so much more sure of themselves. L'ten says he wishes she could have found a boy, and as much as I adore her, I can't help but feel the same way."
Kesida frowns, "L'ten was rather rude to say that. It's our duty to feel guilty, not his to force it on us."
Wendra shrugs. "He was answering the Wingleader's question, really. Maybe it's just that he said what most everyone is thinking."
Kesida nods, "Yes, it is what everyone is thinking, but..." She shakes her head, "Isn't it up to us how we feel about it? I mean, I can say I'm a terrible rider and it's fine, but if someone else says it, then it's mean. Isn't that strange?"
Wendra agres "It is strange. And even stranger that some of the girls are ok with it -- like Geneve, and she impressed a brown... that's even worse." She rubs her eyes and looks at Dulcieth. "What *was* she thinking?" Dulcieth pauses in playing in the snow to warble at her Weyrling.
Kesida glances back at Anesath and shakes her head when the green gives a fierce snort. "I don't know," she admits softly, "but she's never wavered on her choice, and I suppose that should make me feel happy."
Wendra smiles both at Anesath and Dulcieth. "I wish I could borrow their confidence."
Kesida nods, "Me too," she admits softly.
Dulcieth nudges Wendra's leg with her snout, then trills up at her Weyrling. Wendra leans down to scritch the green's eyeridges, then straightens back up. "I think I'm up for a mug of concilatory klah. How about you?"
Kesida wraps her arms around herself and realizes that she's a little chilled. She pushes herself to her feet and hefts Anesath's straps onto her shoulder, "Sure, sounds good."
Players: Anesath, Dulcieth, Kesida, and Wendra
Summary: Kesida and Wendra commiserate about impressing the wrong color.
Southern Bowl Winter. Snow. 26F / -3C.
The primary feature of this end of the mile-long bowl is the Weyr's lake, which takes up nearly a quarter of the bowl's capacity by itself. About two dragonlengths deep at the deepest part - which is safely nestled along the wall of the bowl, far from the shore - the water is fairly clear for all that it's warm. Even in the winter, the water never really dips below "chilly," heated as it is by the Weyr's internal thermals. Occupying the southwestern corner, the southeastern finger of the lake puddles around the fence to the feeding grounds.
The tunnel to the weyrling barracks opens on the eastern side of the bowl, just north of the patio-like overhang that serves as the Weyr's stables. Almost directly across from this on the western wall is the tunnel leading in to the lower caverns, meeting up with the road out of the Weyr.
It's frigid and snowing on this winter's afternoon, but Wendra is stoically out in the lake bathing Dulcieth. The tiny green is having the time of her short life, splashing around any time Wendra pauses.
Anesath swoops down from above, landing on the edge of the water with a happy trill. She flaps her wings a few times eagerly as her rider slides off. Kesida has a few brief moments during which she manages to get the green's straps off before she's in the air again, splashing down in the middle of the lake.
Wendra glances over from her place in the shallows and salutes the greenrider before affording a small smile and saying "Hello, Kesida. Anesath's looking well."
Kesida jumps a little bit at the voice. She was so focused on folding Anesath's straps that she didn't notice the other pair. "Hello, Wendra. Thank you, so is Dulcieth," she says graciously. Finished with the straps she sits on the sand, tucking her knees to her chin and absently watching her dragon. Anesath is playing in the water as if there will be no tomorrow, splashing and bugling her delight. Kesida can't help but smile. "How are you?"
Dulcieth trills to the larger green, paddling out a few feet before Wendra, reflecting the smile, calls her back. With a disappointed croon she returns for more bathing. "I'm doing fairly well, when she isn't slipping off to play with the older dragons. How are you?"
Kesida nods, "We're doing fine," she says absently, "Fine, really. Just fine," she says a few more times, as if trying to convince herself of the fact. "Thread is very...stressful," she says, before blushing. Anesath finishes her play and drifts back to shore, moving herself with her paws and her wings both.
Wendra nods seriously. "I guess that's something I won't have to worry about while she's the size of a small feline." She struggles with herself for a few seconds, then says "Wingleader S'dric recommended I speak with you about, well, impressing green. Do you have some time?"
Kesida looks, frankly, shocked and then nervous. "Why?" she demands, "Why me? There are lots of other greenriders out there." Anesath prances onto the sand and flops down to shadow her rider, wuffling proudly as she drips dry.
Dulcieth turns around and paddles toward the shore, showing off her elite swimming skills. Wendra smiles and follows, then towels off and slips into some warm overclothes. "I think because we're in the same boat. We both are girls who impressed the wrong color."
Kesida shrugs, "Yes, but there are other female greenriders in the weyr," she protests softly. It seems that she can't possibly believe that anyone would ask her for advice. Anesath snorts and nudges her rider firmly, causing Kesida to have to brace herself against the sand.
Wendra ponders, brushing some of the snowflakes off of her oblivious dragon. "I'm not sure why he does anything, except that he has the best for us all in mind. He must've thought you could tell me something the others couldn't.
Kesida shifts her weight nervously and nods, "Alright. Well...what did you want to know?"
Wendra says, "Mostly just if it'll ever feel... right that I impressed."
Kesida sighs, "I am guilty every day for it," she admits quietly. "Every single day. And no matter how many times Anesath assures me that I was her best choice, there's always that nagging voice that says that if I wasn't there on the sands that day, she would have found someone just the same. And why couldn't they have been better than me?"
Wendra echoes the sigh. "I was hoping maybe I was the only one. The other two girls who impressed seem so much more sure of themselves. L'ten says he wishes she could have found a boy, and as much as I adore her, I can't help but feel the same way."
Kesida frowns, "L'ten was rather rude to say that. It's our duty to feel guilty, not his to force it on us."
Wendra shrugs. "He was answering the Wingleader's question, really. Maybe it's just that he said what most everyone is thinking."
Kesida nods, "Yes, it is what everyone is thinking, but..." She shakes her head, "Isn't it up to us how we feel about it? I mean, I can say I'm a terrible rider and it's fine, but if someone else says it, then it's mean. Isn't that strange?"
Wendra agres "It is strange. And even stranger that some of the girls are ok with it -- like Geneve, and she impressed a brown... that's even worse." She rubs her eyes and looks at Dulcieth. "What *was* she thinking?" Dulcieth pauses in playing in the snow to warble at her Weyrling.
Kesida glances back at Anesath and shakes her head when the green gives a fierce snort. "I don't know," she admits softly, "but she's never wavered on her choice, and I suppose that should make me feel happy."
Wendra smiles both at Anesath and Dulcieth. "I wish I could borrow their confidence."
Kesida nods, "Me too," she admits softly.
Dulcieth nudges Wendra's leg with her snout, then trills up at her Weyrling. Wendra leans down to scritch the green's eyeridges, then straightens back up. "I think I'm up for a mug of concilatory klah. How about you?"
Kesida wraps her arms around herself and realizes that she's a little chilled. She pushes herself to her feet and hefts Anesath's straps onto her shoulder, "Sure, sounds good."
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