Rider Meeting [ Any Rider ]

[Rose of Pern]

P9 T1
Early Spring

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M'ker was tired and worn. The Weyrhold itself had yet to properly mourn the deathes of so many when there was still the problem at hand. So, the Weyrleader had called a meeting of the remaining able bodied riders. Or at least the ones that did not have dragons that were badly hurt. He had been one of the lucky ones, Kaelisth having managed to dodge most of the thread and only suffering a minor threadscore. If it had not been for going between, it probably would have taken his bronze's wing.

But it didn't. The voice of his dragon gave him strength as he moved into the Office. We will survive. He sighed to himself before moving to the head of the table. It was reserved for the Weyrleader and he still held that position. No one was willing to really argue that right now. Everyone was tired and he knew it. He nodded to those that had arrived before hand and those that were just coming in. His bronze had sent the message along but no one was compelled to come, only that it was expected.

"Evening everyone." M'ker said as he sat in the chair and regarded the faces before him. He was trying to think of how exactly to say it but he was finding it difficult. The whole 'the crazy people were right' just didn't quite go over so well right now. "What we all witnessed yesterday was the first fall of Thread since I don't know how long." Time had swept away the memory of the falling of Thread. Sure, some had believed it would return but most had not. "Death totals are still coming in, we've suffered heavy losses."

M'ker would prefer to do nothing more then to just drink himself into a stupor at this point but he knew he had to lead. There wasn't enough of them left for him to cry like a baby in terror at this point. "We're going to send envoys to the other Weyrs. We need to discuss the possibility of a gold being transferred here. Any volunteers?" He rushed the statement out, trying hard not to think too much on the young woman who had gone between and never returned. "I'm also sending an expedition into the rest of the Western Continent to burn out any Thread that has fallen."

[Kyra]

D'rik sighed as he sat waiting for the meeting to start. This was his first meeting since he was now a full fledged rider status. Hell he didn't even know which wing he was suppose to be in, everything seemed to stop since the thread fell from the skies for the first time in many turns. His eyes were closed as the Weyrleader began speaking. They all seemed uncertain what the death tolls were...D'rik had been lucky this time. He and his Brown seemed to be a pretty good pair when it came to thread. Namoith isn't the quickest or anything but he could last the full thread fall which came as a surprise to D'rik since he though only Bronzes could.

The Weyrleader continued on and at the mention of a expedition, he couldn't help but think he should go. Without another thought D'rik blurted out "I will go." the new rider then shut his mouth in hops of not getting into trouble for saying something without being called upon.

[Rose of Pern]

M'ker smiled over at the young Brownrider. He'd meant to tell all of the graduating Weyrlings their wings, and given them their new knots, but things had simply gotten too out of hand with the Threadfall. The chaos was probably a reason why the numbers had been decimated so. He didn't want to think about that right now. No, he only listened to the young man who suddenly went quiet. "As an Envoy or into the rest of Western?" He wasn't sure which the young man had volunteered himself for but he would ask to be sure.

He had no problems with people speaking out of turn or rank here at this meeting. That was why he had requested all of them. They all needed to decide and help the Weyrhold get back on it's feet. This was no time to worry about who was outranking who. If people wanted to help, then their help would be accepted. It was that simple. He knew the young rider had been in Cepju since his birth so he guessed it was that he wished to scout the rest of the Continent. M'ker did see the value in someone knowledgeable about the area going out to check for Thread.

[Kyra]

D'rik relaxed as the weyr leader did not seem upset. He closed his eyes but only for a moment. "into the rest of Western of course. I believe I would not be the greatest for an Envoy to finding another spare Queen. However i would of course wish to take an experienced rider with me." D'rik said calmly as he looked the weyr leader straight in the eye. "I do know a blue rider who may wish to go, yet must wait to be healed some more."

D'rik admitted it was slightly odd for him to be speaking so out of turn and seemly demanding some things, but it was some sort of instinct that ran through him at odd times. We are going to explore? Namoith asked. 'We are finding thread.' D'rik responded as he looked to his weyr leader waiting for him to say anything at all.

[Zen]

A'zael and Fath

Listening to the Weyrleader speak from his place, his gaze wandered slowly around to the others that had gathered. As a Bluerider he really wasn’t used to being a part of such meetings. As the Weyrleader confirmed what they all knew, it seemed to sink in heavily. Thread had fallen… Thread would be falling for… how long? He wasn’t even sure how long it was supposed to fall… it had never seemed to matter because Thread was gone, if it ever existed at all. Only it wasn’t gone, it was very real, and it was back.

His mind touched Fath’s; the Blue was asleep, exhausted, but relatively unharmed. His Threadscores had been minor at worst, thanks to their quick acrobatics. Stunt Flying had been quite a passion for the two since they were able to fly together, he’d never dreamed it would come in so handy. His mother hadn’t been so lucky. She and her Green had gone Between never to return after a bad score she herself had taken. S’fin had seen it… he said she must not have had the presence of mind, in her panic at being scored so badly, to bring them back out after flashing Between to kill the Thread eating away at her….

He shook his head to get the mental image out of his mind. He couldn’t imagine how S’fin was dealing with actually seeing it when imagining it was bad enough. He’d gone to see his brother almost as soon as Thread had ended, after first seeing to Fath’s wounds that is. His Green had been pretty badly scored along her side, but all of her other wounds were minor. Still, it would be enough to keep her out of the sky for the next month or so while she recovered and S’fin was with her now. A’zael had promised to tell him all about the meeting as soon as it had concluded, since he didn’t want to leave his dragon.

He turned his attention back to the Weyrleader when he spoke of what must be done next and asked for volunteers for certain duties. No one really seemed incredibly eager to act as an envoy…. A Brownrider spoke up, one of the newly graduated Weyrlings, about exploring the rest of the western continent. After that brief conversation there was a pause in which he inserted himself as a volunteer, “I can act as an envoy.” He didn’t say he wasn’t sure what good it would do, considering Cepju’s precarious relationship with the rest of Pern, but he was willing to try. Their only Gold was newly hatched and with Thread falling they needed an egg-laying Gold to boost their numbers and make up for injuries and… deaths.

Talaria

Talaria watched and listened to the others. She thought about volunteering for the exploration, but the thought of a new Gold had her in a sour mood and she kept her mouth shut. Part of her hoped that the request for an adult Gold would be turned down, but another part of her knew how disastrous that might prove, with no new clutches being laid to keep their numbers of fighting dragons up… it would mean more injuries and more deaths. But it would probably be better for her to stick close to Cepju. As a dragonhealer, she felt an obligation to all the injured dragons currently resting and beginning their recoveries.