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20.Sep.12, 08:16 AM
The young bronzerider watched mutely as the men and women he had been assigned slowly formed up before him. Some, he already had no hope for, though he made no indication that that was the case as he watched riders both stand at attention, and collapse at the feet of their fellows. So long as he had and maintained their attention, R'nya let it slide for the time being. They were too spread all over the spectrum to expect them to all stand before him as he would have been expecting before their exercises began. They would learn, and he would teach (and, undoubtedly, learn himself) as the turn progressed. For now, however, he was content to let them sit when doing so would undoubtedly bring him more of their attention than trying to keep them on their feet.
While a couple offered a few ideas and opinions, most of the wing chose to stay silent, either meeting his gaze or pointedly looking at the ground to avoid being called attention upon. Again, R'nya let it lie, for now, as he instead stoically took in the opinions of the brownriders that stepped forward. He noted both bronzeriders kept their opinions to himself - T'shiro because he had required it of his Second, and M'bal because he appeared to be content scowling at R'nya. The bronzerider had no idea what he'd done to receive the other man's displeasure, but it wasn't a hard conclusion to draw that it was the title he now carried.
The movement of S'kef called R'nya's wandering attention back to course, though all the wing would see would be a slowly shifting gaze of blue-grey eyes as he changed their focus to be from travelling over his fellow riders to focusing on S'kef himself. An eyebrow arched slightly to indicate the other man should speak, and nodded slightly when he stated something intelligent. While R'nya hadn't made a comment on, or given any indication of emotion towards Brownrider Stox or Brownrider05's contributions, he'd found them less than insightful. He wasn't surprised the ex-Weyrsecond actually had a head on his shoulders, though he again made no comment beyond a slight inclining of his head.
"It would seem the dragons are as full of team spirit as their riders are." R'nya's voice was mild, and neither here nor there as he spoke. Indicating that they should all turn their attention to the beasts, he watched with interest as the blue and green continued their exercises, while the rest hovered. Turning back to his wing, R'nya let his gaze travel over each of their faces, watching their features and noting reactions before resting on the two men bonded to the dragons in question. Curled up together, and both visibly albeit individually, shamed. The bronzerider gave a short nod again, and lifted his gaze to include the entire wing.
"Gentlemen. We are going to learn to function as a team," a small pause and he indicated for Xyreith to have all the dragons land, a command the bronze passed on, also calling halt to the task Larrikith and Ayyonth were taking part in, and any of those who might have seen fit to join them. "In the mean time, individual assessment," a nod of acknowledgement was given to S'kef, "will be conducted in the evenings over the course of the next several days. Bulletins will be posted to indicate time and grouping. They will occur at my hut."
Pausing for a moment to let that sink in, R'nya let Xyreith dismiss the dragons, the beasts settling at their leisure; the bronze walked with great dignity to stand behind his rider, watching the little humans with obvious amusement. "You are dismissed. I suggest several of you take the time to stretch, or you will be incredibly sore very shortly." A soft, tolerant amusement touched on his tone there, eyes glancing over several of the collapsed men. And bathe, Xyreith added, for R'nya alone, his tone bored. The stench of sweaty human is overwhelming. R'nya pursed his lips to refrain from smiling.
You can break post-order. If anyone wants to chat with him, they're welcome to. Either in this thread or another =)
While a couple offered a few ideas and opinions, most of the wing chose to stay silent, either meeting his gaze or pointedly looking at the ground to avoid being called attention upon. Again, R'nya let it lie, for now, as he instead stoically took in the opinions of the brownriders that stepped forward. He noted both bronzeriders kept their opinions to himself - T'shiro because he had required it of his Second, and M'bal because he appeared to be content scowling at R'nya. The bronzerider had no idea what he'd done to receive the other man's displeasure, but it wasn't a hard conclusion to draw that it was the title he now carried.
The movement of S'kef called R'nya's wandering attention back to course, though all the wing would see would be a slowly shifting gaze of blue-grey eyes as he changed their focus to be from travelling over his fellow riders to focusing on S'kef himself. An eyebrow arched slightly to indicate the other man should speak, and nodded slightly when he stated something intelligent. While R'nya hadn't made a comment on, or given any indication of emotion towards Brownrider Stox or Brownrider05's contributions, he'd found them less than insightful. He wasn't surprised the ex-Weyrsecond actually had a head on his shoulders, though he again made no comment beyond a slight inclining of his head.
"It would seem the dragons are as full of team spirit as their riders are." R'nya's voice was mild, and neither here nor there as he spoke. Indicating that they should all turn their attention to the beasts, he watched with interest as the blue and green continued their exercises, while the rest hovered. Turning back to his wing, R'nya let his gaze travel over each of their faces, watching their features and noting reactions before resting on the two men bonded to the dragons in question. Curled up together, and both visibly albeit individually, shamed. The bronzerider gave a short nod again, and lifted his gaze to include the entire wing.
"Gentlemen. We are going to learn to function as a team," a small pause and he indicated for Xyreith to have all the dragons land, a command the bronze passed on, also calling halt to the task Larrikith and Ayyonth were taking part in, and any of those who might have seen fit to join them. "In the mean time, individual assessment," a nod of acknowledgement was given to S'kef, "will be conducted in the evenings over the course of the next several days. Bulletins will be posted to indicate time and grouping. They will occur at my hut."
Pausing for a moment to let that sink in, R'nya let Xyreith dismiss the dragons, the beasts settling at their leisure; the bronze walked with great dignity to stand behind his rider, watching the little humans with obvious amusement. "You are dismissed. I suggest several of you take the time to stretch, or you will be incredibly sore very shortly." A soft, tolerant amusement touched on his tone there, eyes glancing over several of the collapsed men. And bathe, Xyreith added, for R'nya alone, his tone bored. The stench of sweaty human is overwhelming. R'nya pursed his lips to refrain from smiling.
You can break post-order. If anyone wants to chat with him, they're welcome to. Either in this thread or another =)
