Face the Music [D'ren]

R'nya's stiff posture leant back just slightly, the only visible sign of any state of relaxation as the bronzerider watched his Weyrleader with an internal amusement though it made no claim upon his features; even his lightly coloured gaze was without any particular sparkle that would indicate his train of thought. A slight twitch collected R'nya's eyebrows for a moment, though it was gone almost as fast as it had appeared.

The sparkle finally appeared in his eyes as D'ren pulled himself up mid sentence and blushed with a laugh. The younger man allowed a small smile to curl up one corner of his lips, raising his glass slowly to hide the expression as he sipped lightly at the liquid. "On the contrary," R'nya stated mildly, the amusement not quite hidden as it leaked into his voice. He wasn't laughing at the Weyrleader, but he found his antics worthy of the emotion and was having trouble smothering it down - a testament of exactly how amused by D'ren he currently was. R'nya was a master of his own emotions, or rather, simply not sharing them. "Fun and games is exactly what I have planned for them." The light gaze turned slightly sly as R'nya lowered his glass.

"Weyrling based activities, actually. As you said, they are as much a team as the newly Impressed. Weyrling team activities are generally good natured and their riders-to-be are hardly in desired shape," R'nya shrugged slightly, realising he was babbling himself now. "I expect many of them will find it demeaning," he was unsure if he should be amused or concerned that he could name several of those individuals before they even got a wiff of what he had planned, "but it works on weyrlings, and no one has more to learn than the Newly Impressed."

While R'nya planned to use some of the more traditional weyrling activities to train his wing back up to standard and get them to work together as a team with a little more enthusiasm than their first practice had brought about, he mostly planned to bastardise the activities. These men knew what was needed of them; they just required assistance with remembering how to do it. R'nya would like to see anything do that faster than demotion to weyrling status during wing practice.

Realising he still hadn't answered D'ren's final question, R'nya considered it for a moment, thinking over his wing and the interactions he had viewed for the short time they had all been collected together.

"Not currently, Sir. I will be calling them in for Assessment later in the month." R'nya swirled his glass lightly, watching the liquid make its rounds before returning his gaze to D'ren's face, meeting his Weyrleader's eye mildly. "I plan to meet with the young Master Healer tomorrow - I know a few of my riders have been in his care for various reasons." And he wanted to find out why, so he could avoid putting them back there. "In the meant time, I plan to let them over think." Perhaps that was mean, but R'nya could cope with that. They needed time to think on what he had said during their wing practice, and what he would say during their Assessment sessions. After that, well, "Regular wing practice will build up slowly. I have little desire to give them heart attacks." R'nya failed to smile, but his eyes sparkled mischievously as he tossed a subtle wink at D'ren that could easily be missed by a casual observer, or even the Weyrleader himself.