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07.Jul.12, 06:01 PM
Hello!
D'ren had no idea who Ronarth was calling out to, but undoubtedly it would brighten their day. The news already had Ronarth trembling with delight. It figured, that such an innocent and childlike dragon would be overjoyed by this news. D'ren himself was more focused on the longterm implications and things like 'necessity' and 'logistics', but Ronarth's happiness still managed to put a spring in his step.
The bronzerider stepped into the gather square, his newborn daughter wrapped in his arms. The little gal really knew how to tug on an old man's heartstrings; in the time since she'd arrived, he found it hard to think of anything else. It was hard enough to hand her over to her mother for an afternoon, least of all tend to important Weyrleader duties which suddenly seemed much less important.
They seemed less important, and yet so much more important all at once. 'Implications' rose into the back of D'ren's mind as he looked down at her. He thought about the future, her future, and what this announcement would mean for that future.
There woukld, one day in the not too distant future, be so much riding on dragonwings.
The turnout was good. D'ren stepped onto the makeshift podium he'd had his new Weyrsecond install and looked over the crowd, pleaded to see plenty of familiar faces near the front. D'ren smiled.
"Good afternoon, Katila!" he called out. His voice could still project, but he found it harder than he once had. The turns were wearing on him. He felt old. He looked old. At least he wasn't acting old; or was it that he'd always acted old, and his body had finally caught up.
Um, you can't be old Ronarth reminded him. Because if you were, I would also be old. And old dragons can't do this
With that, Ronarth dropped from his lofty circling vantage point and swooped over the crowd. D'ren jumped, the baby cried, and an awful lot of riders ducked. D'ren glared at Ronarth for a moment, then decided he would pretend it was an intentional ploy to get attention.
That dragon was going to be the death of him.
He spent a moment calming the baby before looking out over the crowd again. "Riders of Katila, I have a very special announcement!" he said, pleased that thw crowd had finally hushed. Ronarth bugled loudly from the sidelines where he'd landed, as if to say 'you're welcome!'.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking about the future," D'ren said, looking fondly at his little girl. "We've been sitting here a long time, my friends. Time has passed, and every day the Red Star comes closer to us. There's a lot that needs to be done, and not a lot of time to do it!"
"There are going to be a lot of changes here in the near future. Time has passed and things have changed. You can all expect a number of announcements in the coming months, but today, there's only one that you need to be concerned with -"
A little teaser never hurt anyone. D'en did have some awfully big changes in store for them, after all. Best to give them time to brace for impact. But today, the order of business was...
"-Fight wings!"
Ronarth crooned like a delighted hatchling. Flying! Flying! Flying in groups!
"Starting in the next few sevendays, new fight wings are going to be assembled and announced. By the middle of summer, practices and periodic games will begin. We've been locked away in the jungle for a long time, friends...it's time we get back to our roots as dragonriders. We have a purpose, and a day will soon come were we much fulfill that purpose!"
"Not only that, but we have a younger generation to guide. The new weyrlings will need someone to learn from, and we will all need as much experience as possible when the time finally comes. Now, I've put a lot of thought into this. I have some of the preliminary formations and rosters planned, but I'll be holding that announcement for a few more days while I perfect it."
"In the meantime, your happiness is important to me. As such, I've arranged for weyrmated pairs to serve in the same wings. That means folks like our lovely B'jin and R'nd or S'kef and J'ver won't have to be separated or rely on anyone else to keep their loved one safe. I'll also be considering transfer requests once the rosters are finalized. I can't guarantee everyone will get the exact wing they want, but I am willing to be flexible."
"Thank you for your time. I hope you all agree with me that it's time to give Katila it's wings back. It's time for us to turn this from a refugee camp into a real weyr."
It was nice to hear a good response from the crowd.
D'ren had no idea who Ronarth was calling out to, but undoubtedly it would brighten their day. The news already had Ronarth trembling with delight. It figured, that such an innocent and childlike dragon would be overjoyed by this news. D'ren himself was more focused on the longterm implications and things like 'necessity' and 'logistics', but Ronarth's happiness still managed to put a spring in his step.
The bronzerider stepped into the gather square, his newborn daughter wrapped in his arms. The little gal really knew how to tug on an old man's heartstrings; in the time since she'd arrived, he found it hard to think of anything else. It was hard enough to hand her over to her mother for an afternoon, least of all tend to important Weyrleader duties which suddenly seemed much less important.
They seemed less important, and yet so much more important all at once. 'Implications' rose into the back of D'ren's mind as he looked down at her. He thought about the future, her future, and what this announcement would mean for that future.
There woukld, one day in the not too distant future, be so much riding on dragonwings.
The turnout was good. D'ren stepped onto the makeshift podium he'd had his new Weyrsecond install and looked over the crowd, pleaded to see plenty of familiar faces near the front. D'ren smiled.
"Good afternoon, Katila!" he called out. His voice could still project, but he found it harder than he once had. The turns were wearing on him. He felt old. He looked old. At least he wasn't acting old; or was it that he'd always acted old, and his body had finally caught up.
Um, you can't be old Ronarth reminded him. Because if you were, I would also be old. And old dragons can't do this
With that, Ronarth dropped from his lofty circling vantage point and swooped over the crowd. D'ren jumped, the baby cried, and an awful lot of riders ducked. D'ren glared at Ronarth for a moment, then decided he would pretend it was an intentional ploy to get attention.
That dragon was going to be the death of him.
He spent a moment calming the baby before looking out over the crowd again. "Riders of Katila, I have a very special announcement!" he said, pleased that thw crowd had finally hushed. Ronarth bugled loudly from the sidelines where he'd landed, as if to say 'you're welcome!'.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking about the future," D'ren said, looking fondly at his little girl. "We've been sitting here a long time, my friends. Time has passed, and every day the Red Star comes closer to us. There's a lot that needs to be done, and not a lot of time to do it!"
"There are going to be a lot of changes here in the near future. Time has passed and things have changed. You can all expect a number of announcements in the coming months, but today, there's only one that you need to be concerned with -"
A little teaser never hurt anyone. D'en did have some awfully big changes in store for them, after all. Best to give them time to brace for impact. But today, the order of business was...
"-Fight wings!"
Ronarth crooned like a delighted hatchling. Flying! Flying! Flying in groups!
"Starting in the next few sevendays, new fight wings are going to be assembled and announced. By the middle of summer, practices and periodic games will begin. We've been locked away in the jungle for a long time, friends...it's time we get back to our roots as dragonriders. We have a purpose, and a day will soon come were we much fulfill that purpose!"
"Not only that, but we have a younger generation to guide. The new weyrlings will need someone to learn from, and we will all need as much experience as possible when the time finally comes. Now, I've put a lot of thought into this. I have some of the preliminary formations and rosters planned, but I'll be holding that announcement for a few more days while I perfect it."
"In the meantime, your happiness is important to me. As such, I've arranged for weyrmated pairs to serve in the same wings. That means folks like our lovely B'jin and R'nd or S'kef and J'ver won't have to be separated or rely on anyone else to keep their loved one safe. I'll also be considering transfer requests once the rosters are finalized. I can't guarantee everyone will get the exact wing they want, but I am willing to be flexible."
"Thank you for your time. I hope you all agree with me that it's time to give Katila it's wings back. It's time for us to turn this from a refugee camp into a real weyr."
It was nice to hear a good response from the crowd.
