R'zel, Alyna


Both looking for their firelizards after a flight, Alyna and R'zel chat about the newly implemented policy.


It is noon of the tenth day of the eighth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Garden Terrace, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 30 Jul 2018 04:00


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"In my day, stupid riders didn't last long, and that's sad, but it's the way things go."


Garden Terrace

Tucked-away and bejeweled, here is a hidden treasure of Southern, beckoning and beguiling those who may trod the entrance of weyrbridge: steps cut upwards, switching back and outer-railed, to terminate in a sheltered ledge of stone. Here, greenery blooms in fragrant profusion, scenting the air and quieting the minds of those who stroll amongst the cultivated rows of cultivars. Flowers, and tiny fruit-bearing trees limn the walkways. Tables and benches scatter organic throughout the rambling concourse, providing easy rest for those who challenged the stairs… or the craft shops beyond the scrolled wooden door at the innermost part of the terraced ledge.

It is the fortieth day of Winter and 50 degrees. Still dark and overcast, the winter rain has picked up and become heavier, albeit still pleasant.

The garden terrace is a pleasantly sheltered corner of the Weyr, even in the current wet and grizzly weather. Despite this, it's currently almost deserted. Walls and trees combine to create little corners that are both dry and out of the wind; a few of the seats are located in such spots. Unfortunately, R'zel isn't. He's emerged onto the terrace from the Craft shops and is now standing in the rain, not far from ornate door. He's frowning as he scans the plants and furniture, and seems to be looking for something.

There's no time like the present for Alyna to be exercising her recovering leg now that the Healers have cleared her for physical activity without the use of her cane. Slowly she climbs the steps up to the Garden Terrace, careful not to take it too fast especially with the stairs wet with rain. Finally she makes it with a triumphant look on her face. Now why did she come up here again? Oh right, her bronze, Comet had rushed off suddenly then treated her to some uncomfortable feelings to be having sitting in the Living Caverns, so she decided to search him out.

R'zel has had a similar experience elsewhere, and so far his gold Zhiva hasn't come to light. He's going to have to move to search any more of the garden, though. But there's someone familiar! "Afternoon, Alyna! It's a wet day to come all the way up here!" Especially if you're having difficulty getting around. Still, he leaves the comment as a comment rather than asking why she's here.

"Afternoon sir," Alyna says with a smile as she hears her Wingleader's voice, "It's not that bad, and I'm under Healer's orders to start work at regaining my strength in this leg. Just mild physical activity for now, walking, climbing steps, that kind of thing. Months of coddling have ruined my muscle tone, but I'll get it back." The greenrider is determined at this, and it shows in the set of her mouth and the flash in her pale blue eyes. "And I wouldn't be up here except that I'm trying to find my bronze flit. He's went off to chase some tail, and now he's not coming back to me. I hope he's ok."

R'zel grins at that. "I think I can tell you whose tail he was chasing, now you come to mention it. I'm looking for my Zhiva. It's her first flight, so I'm not sure what she's likely to do afterwards, but Vero reckoned she was up here somewhere, sleeping it off. Maybe yours is still with her. I expect they've found a cosy corner out of the rain." He starts to move along the path, peering into corners. "It's good to see you getting around better, anyway. Any idea how much longer until you're fit to fly?"

Alyna blinks then chuckles merrily at the idea it was her Wingleader's gold who was her bronze's target, "Well that's enlightening at least. I remember when you got her, quite the loud baby if I remember." She moves to the opposite side of the path and starts her own search, "Hope you weren't in some serious meeting or something when it happened," she muses playfully. As to her leg, she just sighs, "The Healers don't want me rushing anything, so they aren't giving me a strict timeline, but they won't let me fly fall until my strength is back completely and who knows how long that will take with the pace they are having me go at. At least a few months yet I'm guessing." tossing a look over her shoulder at him, she grins, "Definitely not planning on getting hurt again anytime soon, let me tell ya."

"You'd better not, we're going to need you." R'zel gives a resigned grin as he peers behind a tree. "Oh, Zhiva's got remarkably good lungs. Fortunately she's calmed down a bit and doesn't use them quite so much these days. I was just on my way down to lunch when she went up." No, no lizard there. "Oh, have you heard about the Weyrleader's ruling on blues and greens swapping out in Fall?"

"Yes sir," Alyna replies with a playful salute in the bronzerider's direction, before parting some bushes to peer through them. "Indeed, they usually do chill out a bit as they grow older. Which is definitely a good thing. Hope yours doesn't try to keep her clutch hidden like Jem did." Finding bothing amoung the branches, she moves on with a hum of consideration for his next, "I've heard, doesn't effect me, Haquith never had enough stamina to last a full fall, much to her irritation. Although…" she trails off, nibbling at her lower lip, wondering how much she can get away with, "I don't know if this is the best move by weyrleadership. There are blues here of oldtime blood bigger than some browns, it feels like a waste telling them they can only fight part of a fall. It's like we're lesser for riding green and blue, not able to know our own dragons' limits." She gets a bit heated there at the end, but she reins it in and continues her search.

"I can see your point," R'zel says thoughtfully - though, in truth, he's already thought all round the issue himself. "The trouble is, there are some who clearly can, some who clearly can't, and some who sometimes can, or maybe can, or just about can - and some who think they can but really shouldn't. And they're the ones who overdo it and run risks. If you have a blanket ruling, it protects them from their own and their riders' desire to fight, or prove their strength, or whatever. And at the moment, Va'os is more concerned about casualties than letting a bit more Thread through." Not saying whether or not he agrees with the Weyrleader, he moves on, then crouches to peek at a bench that's been pushed right under a table, where it's perfectly dry. "Ah!" He stands up, smiling. "Come and take a look."

"It just feels like…" Alyna searches for the right analogy for a moment before snapping her fingers, "Like in harper lessons, when one kid messes up and then the whole class is punished because of that. It takes away a person's autonomy, and often makes them resentful of that person as well as the authority figure imposing the punishment." With another sigh, she just shakes her head, "I don't know, maybe that's why I'd make a shitty leader, I like to think that everyone is an individual and should be treated as such, not blanketed by policy. In my day, stupid riders didn't last long, and that's sad, but it's the way things go. And you can't beat stupid out of some people no matter how hard you try." Her rant is cut off as she's called over and so she hurries, as well as she can, over to peek at the bench R'zel is looking at.

R'zel nods, then points. "Under the table." On the bench under the table, Zhiva and her bronze consort are curled up together, their heads resting on each other's bodies as they sleep. R'zel crouches again and smiles as he watches them. "The picture of contentment, aren't they?" He stays like that for several seconds, then stands. "It's not going to affect many in Ocelot. We've only got a handful of blues, and none of them is in the stupid category - and even if they were, Vero knows who's tiring and who isn't. Anyway, there's only Frosheth who can fly through every time. Now he is bigger than some of the browns."

There's something about the adorableness of her bronze curled up with his golden mate that affects Alyna a lot more than it should, her head tilting to one side as she makes a noise between a squeak and awwww, "Sooooo cute!" she exclaims with such fervor that it even surprises her for a moment, then makes her wonder briefly. Quickly shaking her throughts free, she looks back at R'zel, "Let's not bother them." Rising as well, she rubs her hand along a cramp in her leg to ease it, "And see, that's what all wingleaders should be doing, not imposing this blanket policy that is going to, mark my words, cause more trouble than solve it." Pinching the bridge of her nose, she takes a couple deep breaths to calm herself, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to speak ill of the Weyrleaders…" she trails off.

R'zel steps quietly away. "Yes, they're fine where they are," he agrees. "Well, we have our orders." Which might be a hint not to criticise further, though he goes on, "And I have it easy. Some wings have far more dragons who may or may not last the Fall - which means more uncertainty about swapping out, and whether to hold riders back to swap in later, and so on. I expect Va'os and D'wayne will want to hear from Wingleaders how it's working out after a few Falls. J'puk's not too happy, though: apparently Frosheth won't stop complaining long enough to forget things were ever different."

Alyna takes the hint easily enough, Turns of experience have taught her when to shut up and keep her opinions to herself. At least R'zel listened to her, much more than most Wingleaders, for that she is appreciative and glad that she gets to fly under his command. Or will again once she's fit enough. Well…if other plans don't come into fruition sooner, but that's just a little premature to talk about just yet. "Well all we can do is follow orders and see how it works out. And if I end up eating my words, so be it." she says with a shrug, although clearly not convinced.

R'zel is keeping his own conclusions to himself for now, if he's made any yet. "So, are you finding enough to do now?" He recalls an earlier conversation. "I know the hidework isn't very scintillating, but it is a help. But we could probably think of some other things now you're more mobile." He's retreating towards the relative shelter of the wall and door.
Alyna follows after him, lifting the collar on her jacket against the cold drizzle, "It's fine, I don't mind it. Keeps my mind occupied and off worrying about how much healing I still have to do. But yeah," she shrugs with an easy smile, "The more active I am right now, the better. Within reason and my limitations still of course." she quantifies before leaning against a nearby wall, combing fingers through tangled wet locks.

R'zel thinks for a moment as he comes to a halt next to the door. "We could do with another set of slings, if you feel like some leatherwork. It's just like making straps, after all." Perhaps there's an association of ideas, because he goes on, "Or, maybe the Weyrlingmaster could use you for a few hours a day, if you asked her. Zymuraith's clutch must be at the strap-making stage by now, and weyrlings always need help with that sort of thing. Just tell her I want you back, if you do!"

"Oh I had to get good at strap making, Haquith insists on sets of several different colors so she can chose based on her needs," Alyna remarks with an easy chuckle before shrugging, "Either one would keep me plenty busy, but I'd like to try tackling the sling, seems an interesting project. And don't worry, whatever happens, I'm still planning on coming back to Ocelot eventually." Her last comes out a little bit cryptic, but she goes on, "Not too many green riders get the privaledge of flying in an upper flight wing, wild runners couldn't keep me away."

R'zel senses a hint of hinting, and raises an eyebrow, but smiles. "Glad to hear it. We've actually got plans for the slings: I'll make sure you get a copy, and you can have a look at the ones you're replacing, too. The leather's got too strained to patch any more." He glances up at the sky, which continues to tip rain onto Southern. "Well, I'm going to head back, now that I've checked on Zhiva. I wonder what she'll do with the eggs."

"Sounds great, can't wait to get started," Alyna says with an affirming smile, keeping any further cryptic comments to herself for the moment at least. Following his glance at the sky, she sighs softly, "Jem tried to hide them from me, but she chose a stretch of beach where she hatched, so her clutch was easy to find. Maybe Zhiva will be accomodating and show you, if you plan on doing anything with them that is." With a bob of her head, she nods, "That's ok, I should be moving so my leg doesn't stiffen in this cold. Clear skies sir." she pops off a proper salute before she continues her required walking for the day.

"Clear skies." R'zel returns the salute, then turns to go through the door behind him.

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