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Date Posted: 23:33:08 12/17/04 Fri
Author: T'gan and company
Subject: ((*mutters uncomplimentary things about Voy's lineage and the "clear" button*))
In reply to: T'gan & Chuth, Kestor, Westar, Tresta :|: Dustin, Orsten, Wista 's message, ">~<" on 23:29:58 12/17/04 Fri

((And things that would normally be in italics are in {}, because Voy hates me and HTML.))

Trailing behind D'ctor, T'gan quickly pauses and ducks as he enters the Lower Caverns and five eager firelizards descend on him, jockeying for perches. Rescuing the smallest, his own green Tresta, he sets her safely on the shoulder opposite from Kestor, and then winces as blue Westar takes a perch on his head. His sister's trio chirp indignantly and settle for whizzing around his head as he makes he way to the table D'ctor has chosen. "Sorry about them," he says, batting ineffectually at Dustin and Orsten. "Behave, you little monsters! Why are you harassing me anyway? Akema told you to wait for me, didn't she? Sisters," he mutters with fond exasperation, finally convincing the various firelizards to perch on the table, with bossy green Wista's help. "She LIKES you things uncivilized, I swear." Tapping a few noses to keep the small fair from getting too curious about D'ctor and his 'lizards, T'gan smiles sheepishly at the older bronzerider. "Like I said, I'm sorry. My sister and I tend to babysit each others' firelizards, and she's...." He trails off, waving vaguely in the direction of the Flight Air. Not that he has any problem with the thought of green flights and everything involved in them - far from it, he's a healthy young man after all - but this is his little sister, and he doesn't think he'll ever be able to think about HER dragon flying without being uncomfortable. It's hard to break the habit of being an older sibling.

The firelizards subdued, T'gan turns his full attention from them back to D'ctor just in time to hear the older man's question. Following D'ctor's gaze, T'gan nods. "That's Gisella, the new Headwoman. She and a boy were found on a rickety raft by one of the dolphineers, and I think she was in here all of five minutes before taking over the Lower Caverns." He smiles in amused rememberance. "I think we're the better for it - she certainly has a talent for organization." He turns his pale green eyes back to D'ctor, folding his hands under his chin and resting his elbows on the table. "Other changes... ah... did you leave before or after Kylith's clutch Hatched?" There's a note of sorrow in his voice, for the lost queen who had been mother to those eggs, but T'gan quickly shakes it off, burying it under his usual quiet solemnity. "There's been a number of interruptions, so weyrling training is behind schedule for them, which means we're STILL living with the noise." His tone indicates his low opinion of noisy weyrlings. It's not the weyrlings he dislikes; it's just that T'gan has never been a great fan of noise and disturbance, which both come in large amounts during weyrling training. {And just as they finish up, the next batch will start, now,} he thinks gloomily.

{So much for my afternoon naps,} Chuth notes, with equal gloom. {I'd just started enjoying them when this lot started training, and I haven't had any peace since. I'm getting old, T'gan, I need my naps.}

Not wanting to explain the joke to D'ctor, T'gan chokes down a laugh. {/We're not getting OLD, Chuth. I'm only 25 Turns, and you're only a little over seven. You're just finally surrendering to my good influence and quieting down, that's all, and I have to say it's about time. Weyrlings are supposed to be energetic, but you outgrew that stage a LONG time ago./}

{"Good influence" my tail,} Chuth snorts good-naturedly, and falls silent again for a bit.

"Anyway, it's not all bad changes," T'gan goes on quickly. "We rescued a gold watchwher and her handler the other day - the sister of one of the greenriders, actually, which has made everyone involved happy - and I understand she's found a wild clutch and is looking to start a WherHall. And the number of people who've shown up, mostly in good shape, has raised the Weyr's spirits." Another brief smile. "We have more dolphineers, more dragonriders everyone had thought were dead, and there's enough non-dragonriders that I think we'll probably have enough Candidates once Shrineth clutches. She's going to fly soon, you know." The last is noted with a sort of muted anticipation on his face, tempered by nervousness. If Chuth, who's long been enamoured with the lovely gold, has anything to say about it, they'll be in that flight, and T'gan isn't entirely sure how he feels about it. He's only flown a few greens before, and not many at that, and this is the WEYRWOMAN. As the food arrives, he notes the berry pies and quickly takes one, thanking the drudge with a slight smile. "Better these than meatrolls, with this little beast around," he says, stroking Kestor affectionately. "He has an unfortunate tendency of trying to help me eat them. Thinks it's funny to see if he can stuff a whole one into my mouth." He bites into the berry pie, and his face lights up. "Oh, whoever made these knew what they were doing," he observes happily, preparing to treat the pie with a bit more respect.

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