The Green Star - originally intended as a refuge from Thread, now a refuge from war, as all of Pern battles for the last scraps of ore that can be dragged from the earth. Can the riders of Discovery Weyr build anew? Or does this new world harbor its own dangers?
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 All in a Day's Work, [Signe/Rainie]
K'el of Yellow Neroth
 Posted: Aug 6 2015, 01:11 PM
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Heavy boots tracked thick mud into the otherwise clean 'weyr' that K'el called home. It was nothing like those thick stone walls they had back home, but he was never the kind to complain. The craftsmanship on the hut was fine, it was a solid foundation that protected him and Neroth from the elements. He had simple furniture, a bed with furs, a desk and chair for paperwork, shelves to house the paperwork until it was transferred to records rooms-whenever they got those, and a few storage boxes for personal artifacts and clothing. Everything was orderly and well kept, as it was entirely possible that people came and went from every room in the Weyr on a daily basis. Some Candidates were tasked with cleaning up the rider's weyrs when they were far too busy doing other work, some came to check just to see that things were in order, and, rather often, people would barge in hoping to speak to him about some problem that they had or other. K'el still would not complain, his metaphorical door was always metaphorically open.

His muscles ached from the most recent scouting mission, which they were just returning from. There had been several attempts to survey their surrounding areas, constantly branching farther and farther out from the Weyr. And, to top it all off, somewhere out there there was a hefty green wher gone feral and possibly mad from the loss of her handler after the skyhunter attack. No parties were permitted without adult riders or whers to aid them and ensure, as much as they could, a safe return to the Weyr. While they had not found even a hint of tracks for the wher, they had come across some of the more ferocious wildlife, and one of the less suited members of his party had nearly had themselves killed. Was it by the ferocious wildlife? Certainly not! It was because they could not muster to manage their own feet, and had tripped and fallen into a trench, too small for Neroth to manage. K'el had been forced to climb down himself and carry the man back to safety. Or, well, to Neroth's back, as the man's leg was quite obviously broken, twisted in some unnatural direction.

So while his boots were muddy, his clothes were dirty, somewhat mangled, and covered in a bit of blood. He really needed a bath. But, one of the lovely facts about Discovery was that it did not have the underground wells of water the way that the holds back home took for granted. If he wanted a proper bath, he would have to between all the way back there! Of course, he was much happier to settle for an improper bath, but at a later date. For now, just removing his tunic and washing at his face with the wake-water bin kept in most rooms. Okay, he had no idea what it was really called, but it was a large bowl of water that you splashed your face with in the morning to help you wake up. Not everyone had one, but K'el always liked the refreshing feeling of cold liquid peeling you into consciousness after a good night's sleep was finally interrupted.

Neroth snorted as his bonded cleaned his face, taking his spot in the large hut. There was am massive divot in the ground that his body had formed over the turns. This was his place, and no other dragon would dare try to take it from him. The yellow eyed his bonded, You have had harder days than this, and I have not heard a complaint, he commented. Of course, he knew that the complaints his rider had were not for the mission, were not for running into the native wildlife, but for simply having to deal with the foolish Harper who couldn't place his feet on solid ground. K'el had become grumpy by the fact that so many Harpers...no, he had nothing against the craft, but perhaps that so many inept people were being brought to his Weyr. Okay, so it was Aulen's Weyr, and it was Indri who came first to discover the planet, but he felt he had far more claim to it than most. So it might as well be his Weyr!

He shook his head and brushed the wet bits of hair from his face, and turned to look at his dragon. "You know as well as I that we should not be allowing just anyone to come along with us on the more dangerous advances," which was any advance, really. Even if they explored an area, the wildlife would come right back in after a day or two, meaning they would have to clear it all over again. "One of these days, someone is going to get themselves killed, and it will be on our heads," he grumbled, tossing his shirt on the floor and glaring at the tracks of mud that followed from where his feet currently stood through the door of the hut.

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 Posted: Aug 7 2015, 11:22 PM
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OOC Name: Rainie

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Being a weyrling meant that the luxury of having any sort of down time was rare. Many took advantage of that fact but when one was a weyrling AND still trying to keep up her normal duties, it meant for no down time at all or at least close to. There was always work that needed to be done and with the recent Skyhunter attack on the weyr, it only seemed to double that work.

The assistant headwoman's brows were currently knitted together as she read over the various reports. So far, the healers in the halls were barking for more help and while there was candidates to spare, OTHER things HAD to be done. Simple things no less but with a certain lack of drudges, candidates filled in the spot that the drudges once had. It was enough to make anyone want to pull their hair out but thankfully, she no longer had to face these problems alone any more. Life might have been more difficult as a weyrling had she been bonded to a dragon whose brain capacity was less then desirable. It was a difficulty she never had to worry about however, given Zelemith clever nature. His own insight into these matters had made her tasks more readily to handle and soon enough, help was delegated out to where it was needed without over stressing anything else.

With those needed matters cleared for now, she was able to finally turned to the problem that really had been bothering her. The attack on the Weyr had proven that they were no where near able to completely defend themselves. There were too few dragons who were capable of fight, especially now that several were grounded and many more lost. They couldn't solely depend on wher handlers and dragon riders alone, no. She had a solution and it wasn't an easy one. Simply put it, ALL weyrfolk would have to be trained on how to utilize a weapon, preferably bow and arrow. They needed as many hands as possible.

Neorth and the Councilman have returned from their rompings outside the weyr. The brown was quick to inform his lady rider, settled outside. He was far too large now to be permitted inside now but it wasn't a total loss. At least he could observe what was going on around where Signe was working somewhat and keep her informed of what she needed to know. The brunette gave a nod before gathering up her things and ventured out. Zelemith was big enough to carry her at this point but still too young yet to be allowed to try and carry a rider. Zelemith was fully capable of flying to their destination ahead of Signe herself but opted to choose to escort his rider to the huts that fully fledged ones called home. There was no challenge in finding K'el hut, partly due to past visitations before. Zelemith moved around to the back where Neroth had his wallow, reaching out to touch the mind of the elder yellow. Signe has come to have words with your rider, perhaps while they chatter about their own doings, you can shed light on what you have discovered so far out in the forests? the weyrling inquired as his lady rider strode up to the hut. She only gave a single knock before stepping in.

A lesser woman might have been flustered over the fact that the yellow rider was currently without a tunic. Signe was no such woman and barely batted an eye at the Coucilman's state. Her gaze however drew upon the heaping pile of cloth that one had to assume was what once had been said tunic, unimpressed on his location on the floor. " Councilman. " Came the dry tone of respect before striding forward. There wasn't enough time in the day to waste on simple pleasantries or inquiring on his well being. " I have come to discuss some issues that plague the weyr, namely our lack of Fighting dragons and lack of Weyrfolk who are able to be useful in combat. "
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K'el of Yellow Neroth
 Posted: Aug 10 2015, 08:28 AM
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OOC Name: Kinder

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Neroth watched as the little brown approached him. Not little by a brown's standards, but little in that the brown was still very much a hatchling. He knew that this was Zelemith, and that the brown had bonded to the lady Signe, Assistant Headwoman. She was a pretty thing, by people standards, and Neroth liked her well enough. So far she hadn't cared a hoot about tossing him out for his shade of hide, and so that tended to make him like a person more. Signe has come to have words with your rider, perhaps while they chatter about their own doings, you can shed light on what you have discovered so far out in the forests? Neroth was amused that the little brown wanted him to report to him about what they had discovered in the forests. There was definitely a marked ambition in the little brown that made him speak to others as if he was in charge. It mattered little to him that K'el sat on a council, or that they had been one of the original explorers of this planet, what mattered to the little brown was that Neroth tell him what he knew.

There was not much to tell of this past exploration, we had to deal with injuries. There were no signs of skyhunters, but then that is not unusual for the area where we were scouting. The forests themselves seem to be a bit quiet in the aftermath of the attack, he said simply enough. It would take too long to impart all of his knowledge on this youth, and Neroth didn't particularly want to take away from the brown's future exploration either. Certainly Zelemith would do well as a scout, but perhaps the brown would prefer to remain in the Guard's Wing instead and stay close to the Weyr. Not for a fear of seeing what it as that was out there, but for a need to stay close to what he so obviously wanted in his future.

K'el looked up when he heard the short knock and saw the movement of someone entering his room. Signe, the Assistant Headwoman, was now standing in his little hut and talking to him. A little forewarning would have been nice, I'm sure you saw them coming, he shot to his dragon moodily. K'el, Signe and Zelemith are here to speak with us, his yellow stated back simply, though K'el knew there was humor edging those words. Neroth had gotten into the habit of letting pretty ladies in whenever they pleased, almost as if the yellow was tired of the bachelor life and wanted to set his rider up. K'el rolled his eyes, but hid this behind a towel he used to dry off his face and shoulders.

Signe was already addressing him, calling him by his title. Must be important and very serious business. Poor Neroth was not going to get what he wanted today. But as soon as she had addressed him, she was closing in on him, which brought forth amusement from his yellow. Perhaps K'el had spoken too soon? And then she spoke again. She had come to discuss some "issues" that plague the weyr, namely the lack of Fighting dragons and the lack of Weyrfolk who were able to be useful in combat. K'el chuckled and shook his head, boy if she hadn't thrown a net right on their wherry of a problem.

He tossed the towel down beside the basin of water, and kicked the rumpled tunic on the floor with one muddy boot, before opening up the wooden chest by his bed to retrieve a new tunic. "Not that he was much good for being useful in combat, but we had another injury today. Some harper, I think, he'll be down for a few months. Broke his leg, I'm no healer but I'm guessing in at least two spots," he said simply as he pulled the tunic on over his head. It perhaps did not bother Signe the way it bothered other ladies, but K'el was raised to be a leader and a gentleman. Wearing a tunic in formal discussions was at the very least considered 'polite'.

He turned to face Signe, lowering his head a bit as he looked at her, "Our fighting dragons have lessened since the attack, but so has our ability to recruit more from Pern. The skyhunters don't know the damage they've caused, as many now officially see that the Green Star is not all paradise and adventure overflowing with glory and majesty. And we've recruited what we can by way of Candidates and Crafters, but the Holds of Pern are not fanciful about us bringing over their well trained armies. Seems they'd like to keep them close, given the constant shifting of the war down there," boy was he glad he had gotten out of that mess. The Green Star was by far a better place to be, and that was without the stigma of yellow dragons that had flown him away. "But if you are thinking of some solution beyond those, I'm all ears!"

He wasn't usually such a grump, but he had not had a great start to his morning.

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