27.Aug.12, 04:26 AM
When Volfetti had received the note to meet Jada in the Dining Hall she had initially frowned and tossed it back at the messenger dismissively. She had little opinion of the Goldrider beyond being a wherry-brained child that couldn't control her dragon. Not only had she been stupid enough to retreat from the circle of Candidates during the last hatching which had resulted in Indivara's mauling, she let the Gold gorge and be caught by a Brown. If there was one thing Volfetti could say was positive about the metallic beasts, it was that Bronzes were excellent at siring Golds when they were needed. Now in the dragon's time of need they would be short of another potential Gold who could clutch more of the chromatics.
Not that the chromatic dragons were particularly liked by her anymore either.
She spent the rest of the day musing over the summons despite having dismissed it. There was no reason for the Weyrling Goldrider to interact with Volfetti unless it involved the clutch. The Seacrafter was yet to decide whether she would take the opportunity to stand or not. Last time Benden had been very small, too small to give away to some stranger for the chance of a grubby dragon. Now he was a turn old, almost a turn and one month even! But was it still too young? If Volfetti had it her way she would be far away from the dragons, raising her son and daughter with their fathers. But there was no escaping this.
The plight of the dragonrider's made perfect sense to Volfetti. Given all the turmoil that was eating away at the Weyr however, there had to be a better way to solve the current problems. It baffled her as to why the riders had stayed south for so long. Why not return north once Nirinath had flown that first time? Before then they had no guarantee of the dragons continuing to survive as a race, there had been no reason to impose themselves on the Holds, nor would the Holds have deigned to tithe, no doubt. But with a Gold ready to clutch, ready to populate the Weyrs again... That would have been the perfect time. Not now, five turns later with angst fuelling the desire.
Evenutally Volfetti had decided to humour Jada. Perhaps she would be able to glean some information from the young woman about returning North, after all she did seem to be having more than enough meetings with the Weyrleaders. She had no idea that the Goldrider was cut off from such plans; to Volfetti it seemed that the Goldriders held the reigns of the Weyr.
She walked into the Dining Hall at the specified time, her loose white clothes fluttering around her as she walked. She had changed out of her more practical pants and tunic into a plain top and skirt of quite a thin fabric that covered most of her body, a dressing habit she had acquired in Ista and greatly appreciated in Katila's heat. It didn't take her long to spot the Goldrider at the empty table, the hall was filling quickly but her table remained cleared for the meeting. Making her way past the serving tables to collect a plate and some food she then approached Jada, almost appearing to glide from her flowy clothing.
"Evening Jada." She nodded as she aproached, placing her plate down and taking a seat. Should she have referred to her as Lady? Volfetti shrugged mentally, this woman was eight years younger than her, that was a long time for someone that wasn't a dragonrider. She wouldn't refer to anyone that much younger than her as a Lady, for the time being anyway.
"What was it you wished to speak to me about?" While she suspected the meeting was about the clutch, the note hadn't revealed Jada's intentions and she looked a little nervous. She had no qualms in starting the conversation. One couldn't be afraid or nervous of talking when you were on the boats. If there was a problem left to stew because one was too nervous to strike up a conversation about it, it would only become worse for everyone on board. Nevermind if you were dealing with a child. She began to eat as she waited for Jada to lead on. She couldn't do all the work now, Jada had to learn somehow.
[sub]I think I went on a lot of tangents and it may not make a lot of sense... sorry! x.x[/sub]
Not that the chromatic dragons were particularly liked by her anymore either.
She spent the rest of the day musing over the summons despite having dismissed it. There was no reason for the Weyrling Goldrider to interact with Volfetti unless it involved the clutch. The Seacrafter was yet to decide whether she would take the opportunity to stand or not. Last time Benden had been very small, too small to give away to some stranger for the chance of a grubby dragon. Now he was a turn old, almost a turn and one month even! But was it still too young? If Volfetti had it her way she would be far away from the dragons, raising her son and daughter with their fathers. But there was no escaping this.
The plight of the dragonrider's made perfect sense to Volfetti. Given all the turmoil that was eating away at the Weyr however, there had to be a better way to solve the current problems. It baffled her as to why the riders had stayed south for so long. Why not return north once Nirinath had flown that first time? Before then they had no guarantee of the dragons continuing to survive as a race, there had been no reason to impose themselves on the Holds, nor would the Holds have deigned to tithe, no doubt. But with a Gold ready to clutch, ready to populate the Weyrs again... That would have been the perfect time. Not now, five turns later with angst fuelling the desire.
Evenutally Volfetti had decided to humour Jada. Perhaps she would be able to glean some information from the young woman about returning North, after all she did seem to be having more than enough meetings with the Weyrleaders. She had no idea that the Goldrider was cut off from such plans; to Volfetti it seemed that the Goldriders held the reigns of the Weyr.
She walked into the Dining Hall at the specified time, her loose white clothes fluttering around her as she walked. She had changed out of her more practical pants and tunic into a plain top and skirt of quite a thin fabric that covered most of her body, a dressing habit she had acquired in Ista and greatly appreciated in Katila's heat. It didn't take her long to spot the Goldrider at the empty table, the hall was filling quickly but her table remained cleared for the meeting. Making her way past the serving tables to collect a plate and some food she then approached Jada, almost appearing to glide from her flowy clothing.
"Evening Jada." She nodded as she aproached, placing her plate down and taking a seat. Should she have referred to her as Lady? Volfetti shrugged mentally, this woman was eight years younger than her, that was a long time for someone that wasn't a dragonrider. She wouldn't refer to anyone that much younger than her as a Lady, for the time being anyway.
"What was it you wished to speak to me about?" While she suspected the meeting was about the clutch, the note hadn't revealed Jada's intentions and she looked a little nervous. She had no qualms in starting the conversation. One couldn't be afraid or nervous of talking when you were on the boats. If there was a problem left to stew because one was too nervous to strike up a conversation about it, it would only become worse for everyone on board. Nevermind if you were dealing with a child. She began to eat as she waited for Jada to lead on. She couldn't do all the work now, Jada had to learn somehow.
[sub]I think I went on a lot of tangents and it may not make a lot of sense... sorry! x.x[/sub]