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22.Sep.12, 11:18 AM
R'nya raised his right hand and scratched lightly at his cheek, a small narrowing of his eyes the only outward indication of his otherwise thoughtful consideration to the things his Weyrleader had just said. He wasn't surprised to learn that the other man's wing was full of sour riders, but it was also unfair and disrespectful of the men in question to give their Weyrleader attitude. R'nya lowered his hand and picked up his glass once more, watching the liquid tilt before lifting his gaze to meet D'ren's once more. "We barely top two hundred riders, Sir," R'nya said quietly, thoughtful and dignified. What were the riders expecting? To all receive their own wing? Whom would they lead? Xyreith asked rhetorically, highly amused as he helped himself to commenting on R'nya's thoughts. Three greens and a blue? Xyreith snorted softly in the back of his mind. "There can only be so many wings."
"I noticed," R'nya returned mildly. He was one to notice a lot of things, especially at times when people were not noticing him. The young Wingleader had been in his usual place at one of the Weyrleader's announcements: close enough to hear what needed to be heard, and far enough away to be overlooked or simply remain unseen. If nothing else, R'nya could appreciate the stir Weyrleader D'ren had caused by assigning him as a Wingleader. It had pleased the young man as much as it amused him to discover just how unknown he was within the Weyr. After, of course, he had gotten over the shock of the Weyrleader picking him out. He had never done anything particularly note worthy in his life, and did not consider himself someone that would be considered. Oddly, he didn't realise that that in itself was likely the reason the Weyrleader had chosen him and many of his fellows. A lack of demanding the lime light - either through arrogance or ignorance - was something he had in common with many of his fellow Wingleaders, though he had, in an odd display of ignorance, not noticed that particular fact presently.
"Embarrassment, most likely, Sir. They are both private men." Neither had made much show of their relationships prior to the Announcement, and neither had they claimed to be mates to R'nya's knowledge since. Neither pair denied it, but he had yet to hear - in person, or on the grape vine - any of the four men confirm in their own words and voice that their mated status was more than Weyr gossip. The fact that everyone else could see it was rather irrelevant, obviously. "Yes and no," R'nya murmured thoughtfully. As their Wingleader, R'nya felt it was his right and a priority to be aware of the relationships within the wing, and the current standings of all the couples. If they were having personal issues, he felt he needed to know - it was liable to affect the quality of the Wing's workout, and he didn't wish to have squabbling or cat fights causing interruptions. It was also why he had a solid list of when the greens' flew when on his desk, and who flew each most regularly. He didn't need proddy greens disrupting Practice any more than required, and mated pairs were easier to dismiss for the day to the other side of the Lake than to have them causing issues in his wing continually.
R'nya nodded slightly, "It is," he agreed, though he had his own views on some of his dragons, too. The little green belonging to B'jin was a particular worry, with her unorthodox method of taking off by using between to get up and into the air. From what he had seen of her the day of Practice, she was a well proportioned albeit little dragon. There was no need for her to be so... dangerously lazy and he had no idea why she was so intent upon her method. Thinking back, he could rarely recall the mossy coloured dragon taking off traditionally. Obviously, he would need to quiz her rider on what was going on there. "Xyreith enjoyed it, too." Of course, his bronze enjoyed it because he got to be a bossy bastard to the less worthy colours; R'nya's lips pursed subtly at his dragon's colourist nature, but he didn't comment on it. "I fully expect that you will see a notable improvement in the Weyr at large before the Turn is done." Though that might be pushing it, with the turn half gone. Well, improvement was improvement, and even if the only improvement they were seeing was more eating and sleeping and less fighting, than it was still a positive result.
"I noticed," R'nya returned mildly. He was one to notice a lot of things, especially at times when people were not noticing him. The young Wingleader had been in his usual place at one of the Weyrleader's announcements: close enough to hear what needed to be heard, and far enough away to be overlooked or simply remain unseen. If nothing else, R'nya could appreciate the stir Weyrleader D'ren had caused by assigning him as a Wingleader. It had pleased the young man as much as it amused him to discover just how unknown he was within the Weyr. After, of course, he had gotten over the shock of the Weyrleader picking him out. He had never done anything particularly note worthy in his life, and did not consider himself someone that would be considered. Oddly, he didn't realise that that in itself was likely the reason the Weyrleader had chosen him and many of his fellows. A lack of demanding the lime light - either through arrogance or ignorance - was something he had in common with many of his fellow Wingleaders, though he had, in an odd display of ignorance, not noticed that particular fact presently.
"Embarrassment, most likely, Sir. They are both private men." Neither had made much show of their relationships prior to the Announcement, and neither had they claimed to be mates to R'nya's knowledge since. Neither pair denied it, but he had yet to hear - in person, or on the grape vine - any of the four men confirm in their own words and voice that their mated status was more than Weyr gossip. The fact that everyone else could see it was rather irrelevant, obviously. "Yes and no," R'nya murmured thoughtfully. As their Wingleader, R'nya felt it was his right and a priority to be aware of the relationships within the wing, and the current standings of all the couples. If they were having personal issues, he felt he needed to know - it was liable to affect the quality of the Wing's workout, and he didn't wish to have squabbling or cat fights causing interruptions. It was also why he had a solid list of when the greens' flew when on his desk, and who flew each most regularly. He didn't need proddy greens disrupting Practice any more than required, and mated pairs were easier to dismiss for the day to the other side of the Lake than to have them causing issues in his wing continually.
R'nya nodded slightly, "It is," he agreed, though he had his own views on some of his dragons, too. The little green belonging to B'jin was a particular worry, with her unorthodox method of taking off by using between to get up and into the air. From what he had seen of her the day of Practice, she was a well proportioned albeit little dragon. There was no need for her to be so... dangerously lazy and he had no idea why she was so intent upon her method. Thinking back, he could rarely recall the mossy coloured dragon taking off traditionally. Obviously, he would need to quiz her rider on what was going on there. "Xyreith enjoyed it, too." Of course, his bronze enjoyed it because he got to be a bossy bastard to the less worthy colours; R'nya's lips pursed subtly at his dragon's colourist nature, but he didn't comment on it. "I fully expect that you will see a notable improvement in the Weyr at large before the Turn is done." Though that might be pushing it, with the turn half gone. Well, improvement was improvement, and even if the only improvement they were seeing was more eating and sleeping and less fighting, than it was still a positive result.
