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Telgar Weyr Or Bust?

Date:  November 4, 1997
Places:  Benden Weyr's Living Cavern and Records Room
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

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Kassi's Note:  So it begins.  As per Anne McCaffrey's decree, Benden 
Weyr was forced to relocate to Telgar Weyr; this log is of the meeting 
wherein the Bendenites actually learned this fact.  Compliments go to 
Sionelle for providing comic relief throughout. ;)  (Which reminds me:  
this log contains language, one term in particular, that some might 
deem to perhaps be profane.  You have been warned.)  Knot chat has been 
left in place for the purpose of humor; all else should be self-
explanatory.

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The Log:

P'tran glances over to Ursa and Kassima in something of a greeting.

Richenda effects the slightest of smiles to the newly appearing 
wingleader, then she gives a warmer greeting to Kassima, whom she knows, 
apparently, and greets by name.

"If'n I ever have the misfortune of running into the lady of Bayhead Hold 
again," Kassi mutters under her breath as she pulls the riding helmet from 
her head, tugging her braid free from its pinnings, "'twill be too effing 
soo--oh, g'deve, sirs, ma'am." She quickly breaks off the epithets to 
formally salute the Weyrleader and Wingleaders, adding in a curious query 
to her own, "You're back early, sir? Oh, Richenda, g'deve t'you too! 'Tis 
good t'be seeing you again."

K'tyn smiles, greeting Kassima, returning her salute. He glances back at 
P'tran. "Wilder rumors? Care to share? I'd like to know what I have to say 
to set everything straight."

P'tran turns to Kassima and nods. "I wanted the riders to be able to get 
back in time for the meeting this evening. Hope you didn't have too many 
problems in Bayhead," he comments, then turns to K'tyn. He pauses a 
moment, glancing at Richenda uncomfortably, then says softly, "I had heard 
that the Telgar Weyrleadership had been asked to step down. Surely that 
was a rumor."

K'tyn grins at P'tran. "It's not," he says simply.

K'tyn drains his glass of water, looking at it with a smile still on his 
face. "It's definitely not a rumor, P'tran."

P'tran blinks at this. He doesn't exactly look surprised, but perhaps just 
a little shocked. "That's unprecedented," he comments. "At least in this 
Pass."

Richenda's expression both pales and flattens; as she reaches her hand to 
a table nearby she asks, softly, "I must have misheard you. Did you say 
G'mort is stepping down?"

Ursa has been listening without change of expression. This, however, 
startles her, and she pauses, roll half way to her mouth. She just stares 
at K'tyn, scowling as she absorbs this revelation.

P'tran gives K'tyn and apologetic look for putting him on the spot and 
apparantly decides he's said enough for the moment. He turns back to 
Kassima and asks, "What was the problem at Bayhead?"

Kassima shakes her head in negation, running her fingers absently through 
her hair as she slumps into a seat. "Nay, nay trouble. Just an overly-
chatty Lady Holder who insisted upon telling me all about the breeding 
habits of the chicken flock she's trying t'keep--never mind that 'tis the 
wrong climate entire...ly?" She trails off almost mid-word, staring wide-
eyed at the Weyrleader.

P'tran ahs at Kassima's words, then realizes that there probably will be 
no steering the conversation from the original topic and instead stands by 
for the moment, listening.

K'tyn nods at P'tran. "I'll explain at the meeting," he says reassuringly. 
"There's good reason for it." Kiat glances at Richenda, her movement 
catching his eye. "Madame, there is no need to fear. You are at Benden, 
now," he says with a surety that seems new to him.

"My husband, however," Richenda replies quietly, "is not. And he is...
outspoken, as you perhaps know." She sits, shaking her head. "Dear, oh 
dear."

P'tran watches K'tyn with interest in the conversation, and can't help but 
smile very slightly at his words to Richenda concerning Benden.

K'tyn glances at Richenda. "I am sure... wait a moment, Richenda, if you 
will. Tell me--what does your husband look like, hm?"

Kassima blinks out of it, though her brow remains furrowed with 
puzzlement. "Naught beyond the Lady's ability to talk the ear--and head, 
too--from a wherry, sir." Mulling over this new concept the conversation 
has introduced, she mutters dubiously under her breath, "Thregga as 
Weyrwoman?" This seems to be a concept she finds rather bizarre, if her 
tone's any judge. A good thing only those closest can hear.

Richenda replies wearily, "Moderate of height, stocky in build. He has 
brown hair and eyes, the former greying, the latter dark. Handsome and at 
times loudly spoken." At times?

P'tran looks over to Kassima and comments in a low voice, "Telgar has had 
some difficulties in the past, a few while I was Weyrleader, a lot more 
for my predecessor. I'm hoping this will be just another, um, temporary 
fix." He does not exactly sound very hopeful.

Ursa looks at Richenda, and says with a straight face and a simple, 
factual tone, "The one that marched in here and asked where in our 
desert-forsaken weyr was our steward?"

K'tyn brightens. "Ah! He was at the Weyrcouncil meeting last evening. 
Denounced the whole lot of 'em. Had compelling proofs," he says around 
another bite of a sweet roll.

Kassima nods--still without much conviction, but perhaps with a measure of 
hope granted by the suggestion. "'Twould so be hoped, sir," she replies in 
that same low tone. "What 'twould mean if'n 'twere a permanent measure, 
I'd nigh shudder to think."

Richenda wrings her hands, if such a thing is actually done. "He did 
attend the Weyrcouncil meeting, yes. And returned late from it, after I 
had retired for the evening. I heard nothing of it before I rose this 
morning to see to our chores." She glances at Ursa. "I'm not certain if 
that was Rennick, Wingleader, but..." A thin smile appears. "It rather 
sounds like him."

Ursa nods. "He stormed out muttering about Faranth's arse," she adds.

P'tran nods to Kassima, trying to keep his conversation low. "I'm hoping 
not to be asked to part with too much of the wing. Certainly not the 
flankriders, not with as well as we have them working in most of the 
patterns."

K'tyn grins, the rumble from his midriff quieting as he finishes the 
second 'roll. "I am sure that was him, then. He was calling G'mort the 
hind end of..." He breaks off, shaking his head. "It was... amusing to me. 
The rest of the council was shocked by it, save for that young Igen man...
ah, V'ral."

P'tran blinks and glances behind him at the conversation about the 
Weyrcouncil. "And here I thought that I was the last to know everything 
before simply because I had been Weyrleader," he comments wryly.

"'Twould be distressing to lose any," Kassi murmurs in return, her 
expression pensive. "It's been my thought that the Wing's been working 
extrordinarily well together lately. To incorporate more riders, or try 
and compensate for fewer, could upset the balance for a time. And 'tis nay 
so close to winter yet that 'twould nay be a serious matter."

P'tran nods to Kassima and finishes off about half of his klah. "I've had 
opportunity to visit Telgar only once. Well, actually, I've had other 
opportunities but only took it once. I wasn't very warmly greeted."

Richenda takes a sip, then a drink of her klah, grimaces either at the 
cooled temperature or its strength, and puts it to one side. She listens 
now, without any semblance of pleasure to it. A few of P'tran's words 
regarding Telgar reach her, apparently, for he receives the tired brunt of 
her brown eyes.

K'tyn glances at P'tran. "I won't be breaking up wings, P'tran. At 
least...not yet. There will be changes, however."

P'tran catches Richenda's glance and sighs at himself for his lack of 
restraint in his converation. He catches K'tyn's words and uses it to 
distract him and take him out of the awkward situation (kind of). "Hmm, 
well, as long as you go over that in the meeting ..." he trails off.

Kassima's smile is a trifle droll, as is her tone. "The only times I've 
ever been to Telgar were t'see friends there on temporary transfers, so I 
can't say I've had much experience with the Weyr proper. I should go 
sometime, I suspect. It might prove... enlightening." The way she says 
that leaves interpretation open entirely to the listener. "How long is it 
until the meeting now, approximately?"

K'tyn grins. "Yes... Speaking of which... it's time."

Caitria walks here from the Inner Cavern.

K'tyn heads for the door, his expression again thoughtful. He nods affably 
at Caitria as he spies her.

K'tyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

P'tran hmms? at K'tyn, then quickly finishes off his klah and sets the 
empty mug aside. He glances at the Weyrleader, then follows him out.

Richenda asks with blatant hesitation, "You're certain you want me there? 
It might be," and she looks at P'tran with some sympathy, "uncomfortable 
for some of your people, K'tyn."

P'tran walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Caitria wanders into the living cavern with a mumbled "G'eve." She pauses 
to get some klah, lifting the mug after K'tyn. As he leaves, she comments 
absently, "I -did- bathe after the field...what, is this a bronzerider 
thing?"

Ursa stands up to follow, snatching a second of the heavy rolls as she 
goes.

Ursa walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

"Guess that answers m'question," Kassi quips, rising from her chair and 
snaring her riding helmet from its place on the table. "Evening, Tria," 
she calls over her shoulder. "'Tis nay that--the Weyrmeeting's starting." 
Without further ado, she heads after the other riders.

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

You walk into the records cavern, leaving the bowl behind.

P'tran enters the room and heads over to K'tyn before the crowds arrive 
and says quietly to him, "Apologies for putting you on the spot before..."

K'tyn takes a seat and waits for Jehrina to arrive. He looks at P'tran. 
"On the spot? Nay, sir, twas not a problem. Trust me. This... this will 
havea way of working out."

Aphrael strides in from the bowl.

Caitria strides in from the bowl.

Meli strides in from the bowl.

P'tran nods to K'tyn slowly, and sighs slightly, resolving to remind 
himself that K'tyn is no longer the "new" Weyrleader of Benden. He 
subsides and finds himself a seat near his wing.

Aphrael strides in, shedding jacket off as she glances around, saluting, 
and heads for the back of the room, finding a seat.

Jehrina strides in from the bowl.

Caitria finds a seat near the back, with....uh, all the other Crafters. 
Yeah. ;)

Kassima settles into an empty seat while there are still plenty of empty 
seats available, dropping her helmet into her lap. Her friends receive a 
general wave of greeting from the greenrider. "Now, t'see just what said 
way will *entail*," she murmurs sotto voce to herself.

Ceria strides in from the bowl.

P'tran looks up and smiles to his weyrmate as she comes in.

Jehrina smiles at P'tran, and wanders toward the head of the room.

K'tyn stands when Jehrina arrives, making room for her to sit near him as 
he adjusts his notes.

Meli pauses at the door long enough to glance around, then heads over to 
an empty space, keeping her jacket wrapped snugly around her.

K'tyn cranes his head to look out at the bowl, smiling faintly as people 
continue to trickle in.

R'val strides in from the bowl.

Maylia strides in from the bowl.

T'saren strides in from the bowl.

A'lex strides in from the bowl.

P'tran hmms as Jehrina goes to the head of the room, only then realizing 
that she has to be there, and suddenly feels a little foolish for shooing 
people away from the seat next to him that he had 'saved' for her.

N'kshar strides in from the bowl.

D'ton strides in from the bowl.

Ceria glances up as the weyrlings enter. She smiles at her friends.

Sionelle strides in from the bowl.

K'tyn winks at P'tran understandingly, then waits with what seems to be 
infinite patience as people come in and settle down to their seats.

Tinya strides in from the bowl.

Richenda strides in from the bowl.

Jehrina fidgets back and forth, looking decidedly irritated.

N'kshar returns Ceria's smile quickly, following closely behind the other 
weyrlings.

A'lex salutes the riders in the room as he enters.

Richenda stands near the very entrance and to one side; to say she appears 
ill at ease would be stating the obvious.

Sionelle follows at the heels of the last of the weyrling wing, looking 
just as polished as her charges, though not quite so red-faced from recent 
scrubbing. She stands with the young riders, taking up her usual posture 
of square shoulders, hands behind her back, and feet just slightly apart.

Aphrael nods greetings to the various arriving people, shifting slightly 
and settling her jacket in her lap as she waits, legs tucked up beneath 
her.

K'tyn moves around the table, leaning against the front of it as people 
take their seats. "Are we all here?" he asks quietly, trying to make eye-
contact with everyone.

P'tran looks around him and sees a very sizable contingent of Thunderbolt 
riders. He cranes his neck back and sees that even most of the Weyrlings 
are here as well.

"Dawnchaser Wing present and accounted for, sir," Sionelle replies to the 
weyrleader's question.

Alyssa slips inside, salutes the Weyrleader, Weyrwoman, and Wingleaders, 
and, with a murmured apology, hurries to a place near Ursa.

K'tyn clears his throat. "Well, I've called this meeting to try and clear 
up the morass of rumors that have been flying about, and to tell everyone 
what happened last night at the WeyrCouncil meeting."

Kassima waits for the trickle of incomers to wane a bit, and then nods to 
the general masses in greeting; it's more efficient that way, after all. 
She even manages to hide her grimacing at the Weyrling salutes better than 
usual before turning to focus her eyes and attention on K'tyn.

Tinya grabs a high-backed chair, turns it backwards, and straddles it, her 
arms crossed on the back. She offers Richenda, with whom she seems to be 
friendly, a reassuring smile.

Jehrina returns the Weyrlings' salutes, and then taps he foot as K'tyn 
speaks.

P'tran leans back in his seat, but by no stretch of the imagination can 
the gesture be called relaxing.

Ursa is standing against the wall. She nods absently to Alyssa as she 
takes a place nearby, but her attention remains riveted on the Weyrleader.

R'val finds a seat when the weyrlings have seated themselves.

Caitria gives a general tired grin to the arrivals, though much of her 
attention is on seeing just how long she can make her mug of klah last 
while still getting maximum caffeine. ;)

Jayna strides in from the bowl.

Despite the summer heat, Meli stays cocooned within her jacket, pulling 
her feet up onto the chair so that she can wrap her arms around her legs 
as she listens.

Jayna quietly moves into a corner.

K'tyn crosses his arms, and with a glance at Jehrina, continues. "Last 
night, just before the ending of the meeting, several riders and residents 
from Telgar ...burst in on us, shouting for the right to be heard. Of 
course, there was much chaos, but, eventually, we heard of many unhappy 
and uncomfortable and ...frankly, in my opinion, outdated practices at 
Telgar. There were proofs called for, and proofs shown...and in the end of 
it, -We,- the Weyrcouncil leaders chose to take a stand and removed 
G'mort and Brenna from their positions as Seniors at Telgar."

Jehrina snorts.

K'tyn waits for the reactions he knows are about to come.

R'val's eyes widen in amazement, "Who'll replace them?" He blurts out, 
unable to contain his curiousity.

Richenda finds something of interest to regard on the floor of the cavern.

Ceria's eyes widen. She remains silent and watches K'tyn curiously.

A'lex is speechless, and glances quickly to Richenda.

P'tran raises an eyebrow at this. While he had already confirmed this 
himself earlier, hearing the details of it is still something of a blow. 
"I still say this is without precedent."

Caitria leans back in her chair, balancing on two of the four legs. She 
listens silently, though she does shoot a curious glance at that Telgar 
Headwoman-type over there.

Maylia's jaw just drops, even with her limited knowledge as yet of how 
Weyrs work this is astounding.

Meli nods her head once, her face still impassive, though perhaps there is 
a slight tightening about the eyes.

Sionelle's eyebrow twitches, then goes up and stays there. The 
weyrlingmaster's hands come from behind her back, and her arms cross 
contentiously in front of her chest. "SO much for tradition," she mutters 
softly.

Jayna eyes widen in shock, and she raises a hand to her mouth.

T'saren blinks in surprise at K'tyn's words, but believes every bit of it. 
He bends over to nudge an inattentive weyrling, then quickly returns his 
attention to the discussion.

Aphrael blinks, at first in surprise, but keeps her mouth closed despite 
the curiousity on her face; no doubt they'll answer all the questions, 
eventually.

Jehrina, in a low, dangerous voice, rarely heard from her. "I will."

Tinya's eyebrows pretty much climb into her hairline. Nonetheless, she 
somehow contrives to look less than completely surprised. She had, after 
all, spent better than a turn at Telgar recently.

Ursa had heard they were stepping down moments earlier, but this further 
information has open her eyes /wide/. "They /removed/ them?" she hisses to 
the person next to her.

N'kshar blinks a few times, letting what has just been said sink in. He 
gives a confused look to the nearby weyrlings.

K'tyn looks at Jehrina, brow raised. The floor is hers if she wishes it. 
He steps back about the table.

Alyssa turns toward Jehrina, surprise on hear features. "You will?" she 
echoes, a touch of disbelief in her voice.

P'tran's more or less restrained composure is shattered by his weyrmate's 
statement. "I *beg* your pardon?" he says rather loudly

R'val blinks, "You're leaving Benden?" He gasps.

Sionelle's voice is no longer a mutter after Jehrina speaks. "YOU WILL?" 
she demands, her voice carrying as it does in class. "What is Telgar to 
you? Or to us, that we give them our senior queen?"

D'ton says sotto voce, "Uh oh."

Richenda, if nothing else, tries to sink farther into the shadows near the 
bowl's entrance.

Caitria hadn't heard Jehrina's words, as her voice was kinda low, so she 
blinks at all the hubbub. She sits forward, once again sitting on four 
chairlegs.

Ceria just sits there blinking.

A'lex's mouth opens and closes, he, yet again, looks like a beached 
redfish.

Aphrael's mouth drops open at this, speechless. Clearing her throat, she 
shakes her head at the commotion, trying to hear what's going on.

Kassima's face goes blank with shock for a moment, but sense quickly 
reasserts itself. One might surmise that this doesn't entirely surprise 
the greenrider. Jehrina's words, however, do. "*You* will, Weyrwoman?" she 
asks, echoing the queries of the others.

Meli murmurs softly to herself, head shaking, before she looks up and 
listens, waiting for an expected explanation.

P'tran frowns rather deeply. "And where does that leave Benden?" he says, 
narrowly avoiding saying "me" instead of "Benden".

Tinya _now_ looks completely flabbergasted. "You _what_?!?" she squeaks.

T'saren now looks totally shocked. The Weyrwoman, leaving Benden for 
Telgar? What in Faranth's name is going on here? He looks quickly at the 
Weyrleaders, as if trying to confirm he didn't hear correctly.

Jehrina grimaces, "The decision was contingent on one thing. That a senior 
pair take over leadership. With our current water problem, I am the 
obvious choice, especially considering the problems at Telgar."

Ursa scowls. She leans forward, away from the wall, as if getting closer 
to the leadership will get her closer to comprehension. Doesn't help, of 
course, and her scowl just deepens.

Richenda, finally, taking a deep breath, steps forward. "If...if I may 
speak?" she asks of K'tyn and Jehrina, hesitation dogging her words.

Tinya mutters, not _quite_ sotto voce, "Well, Faranth knows they need 
_something_, but...."

P'tran mutters something about "obvious to whom" to himself, but manages 
to restrain himself frmo further outbursts. He folds his arms and tries 
to listen.

K'tyn turns to look at the wall behind him suddenly, it seemingly having 
more interest to him for the moment. For those who can see, there is a 
HUGE grin on his face at these reactions. As Jehrina speaks, he turns back 
about, and his face is schooled into its normal expression. He nods at 
Richenda, but his movement suggests that the goldrider at his side might 
have more to say about this.

"The obvious choice my ass," Sionelle barks out in reply. "This is 
-insanity-. You remove a senior pair from leadership, you take their place 
and leave your own Weyr, your -own- responsibility behind you? You throw 
out tradition on all sides, and say it's the obvious choice?" She speaks 
right over Richenda, poor dear. The Telgarian will need to learn to speak 
up around Bendenites.

Jehrina holds up a finger to forestall Richenda for a moment, saying, 
"With that, one of the juniors will remain here, and possibly a junior 
from another Weyr. Whichever rises first will become senior. Also 
considering the water problem, and Telgar's shortage of riders, several of 
the Benden Wings will go with me."

Caitria turns to Richenda and asks politely, though she probably can't 
hear over the hubbub, "Yes?" She sighs. "Sionelle, we're not bloody 
talking about your -ass-."

Sionelle says "HA! I think we are. And the ass of every rider in this 
room, frankly."

D'ton says very quietly to A'lex, "Wonder what .was. happening at Telgar 
that caused all this."

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Oh boy. Only Sionelle could turn the topic of 
a weyrmeet from the future of Telgar to her bottom ;)"

Jayna mutters, "And the rest of our asses, too."

Benden Weyr> Ceria giggles.

Benden Weyr> Sionelle does try.

A'lex just stares at D'ton, shaking his head.

Jehrina waves her hands in an attempt to quiet the cavern, "The Telgar 
headwoman wished to speak."

P'tran looks around at some of the Thunderbolt riders near him, trying to 
gauge their reactions to this. You can tell that it is becoming *very* 
hard for him to restrain his impulses in this situation.

Sionelle gestures to Jehrina and her announcement of 'several wings' as 
her explanation for that comment. "This would never, -ever- have been 
allowed under P'tran," she remarks, just loudly enough.

"Losing our Weyrwoman will solve the water problem?" V'dan wants to know. 
The poor sod's evidently perplexed. Kassi elbows him, none-too-discreetly. 
"Several of the Wings?" she instead repeats, not sounding happy about that 
at all. "Which Wings?" This time, V'dan kicks the Wingsecond under the 
table to shut her up in turn.

T'saren glares at several weyrlings who murmur speculations about the 
Weyrlingmaster's choice of topic. When they settle down, he looks 
expectantly back to K'tyn and Jehrina.

Benden Weyr> Tinya says, "Sionelle, I would just like to say that I am, 
and will always be, completely in awe of you. :)"

A'lex looks astonished at Sionelle's audacity, she's gruff, but this....

Richenda appears ready to speak, but the audacity of Sionelle's last 
statement leaves her momentarily speechless.

Benden Weyr> T'saren is trying hard to keep from giggling iRL. :)

Benden Weyr> Sionelle gawrsh. Just cause I mention body parts?

J'cob strides in from the bowl.

P'tran rolls his eyes at Sionelle's words which reach him rather clearly, 
and he covers his eyes with his hands, now torn between supporting K'tyn 
as he always has been since he took over and voicing his own opinions in 
the matter rather strongly.

Benden Weyr> Kassima isn't even trying. :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria -is- giggling RL. ;)

K'tyn glances at Jehrina, waiting to see if she wishes to say anything 
more, since he apparently does have a few things to say.

D'ton looks towards K'tyn, to see his reaction to it all.

Maylia just shrinks down in her seat, the weyrlingmaster's comments might 
not be directed at her, but she edges away anyways, slightly crowding the 
weyrling she's sitting next to.

Benden Weyr> Ursa snorted first, giggled after. Oh yeah. :)

J'cob, who has been here since the start, is nudged to wakefullness by 
Maarie.

Jehrina eyes Sionelle, "I don't like it either, but it's better than 
leaving a bunch of Telgar holders without protection because their 
weyrleaders were hidebound." With a glance at P'tran, she states, 
forcefully, "P'tran may not like it either, but in the same position, I 
hardly doubt he would put his love for Benden Weyr over the protection of 
Pern as a whole."

Caitria closes her eyes and sighs. "Faranth."

Sionelle says "And the Benden Holders? What about them? We leave them to 
be scored to wasteland?"

P'tran looks up at Jehrina's words, having something now to tip the 
balance. "Of course, protecting Pern is the most important." He turns his 
head to Sionelle. "Which means supporting your Weyrleaders' decisions, as 
well."

K'tyn takes a deep breath, fairly bursting to speak. He bides his time, 
however he can, and waits for the proper moment.

Alyssa clears her throat. "Sionelle, has it occurred to you that perhaps 
they've considered it? Can we never look past our own weyr for once?"

Jehrina shakes her head, "Hardly. there will still be some wings here. The 
weyrcouncil and the holders are attempting to come to an agreement on the 
coverage areas that will allow for proper protection from Thread." She 
drops into a seat, and waves a hand at K'tyn.

N'kshar turns to Maylia, as she slightly crowds him, giving a confused 
look. "I... Just... It doesn't... sense..." He says, his words muffled by 
Sionelle's shouting.

Richenda waits, still, patiently; her turn, too, will come.

"Why nay Merla?" Kassi mutters, rubbing her temples as she just *stares* 
up at the Weyrleaders. "She's been Senior a'fore; you'd think she 
could...." Fortunately, her words are probably drowned out by the various 
other mutterings and such related to Sionelle's behind in the Cavern.

Sionelle throws up a hand in an impatient gesture toward Alyssa. "I -am- 
looking past our own Weyr-- at the Holds we're sworn to protect. And at 
Telgar, and their Holds. They had enough riders to cover their lands 
before, and they have enough riders to -assist- in the protection of two 
coverage areas now? But unless we send out senior queen, and do our job 
and their job, they'll have to leave their holds without protection? When 
did Bitrans take over Telgar, and when did you get to be such a poor judge 
of a scam?"

S'klin walks in with Selchin, an arm around her waist.

Tinya clears her throat and pitches her voice to carry. "So just what 
_is_ the plan?" she queries, then offers, "If you're seeking 
volunteers...."

K'tyn shakes his head and clears his throat. "May I speak? My Thanks, 
Weyrwoman," he says as he moves forward again. "I'd like to clear up some 
obvious misunderstandings we seem to be having." His eyes are hard as he 
looks about the room. "This decision was not made lightly. It would not 
have been made at all, save for two very important things, the first of 
which is that...Our Weyr...Benden... cannot support the lot of us." He 
looks at Sionelle, his eyes brilliantly gold. "You've seen the lake and 
the Hot Springs. We -can't- stay here."

T'saren suddenly realizes what this could mean for the newest weyrlings, 
trying to fly 'Fall with a Weyr that's just lost its Weyrwoman and half 
its wings to another Weyr. He runs a hand across his face, picturing the 
deaths that will occur.

R'val glances at T'saren, his somber expression indicating his very 
similar thoughts.

S'klin clears his throat, "Could someone fill me in..."

Ceria glances at weyrlings and assistant weyrling masters. Her eyes are 
confused and concerned.

J'cob voices a silently held hope that he won't be transfered anywhere 
that chastity is a serious issue.

Richenda sighs faintly, stands near Tinya, still waits and listens avidly 
and attentively.

Sionelle finally keeps her peace. She -has- seen the lake, and she -has- 
seen the Hot Springs, she just hasn't heard anyone say that the condition 
is terminal.

Until now, that is.

S'klin looks around for a response.

P'tran gets a tired look on his face. The older riders would recognize it 
as the one he had when he had to deal with the great storm during his 
first season as Weyrleader. He runs a hand through his already disheveled 
hair.

Aphrael's mouth tightens slightly, but she nods faintly at K'tyn's words. 
It's true, though the bluerider looks no happier about the fact.

K'tyn leans against the table. "Secondly..." He stops, then looks at 
crowd. "Can someone please inform our esteemed rider here of what has just 
occurred?"

Jehrina says "We're moving, Sk'lin. To Telgar. A lot of us."

Jayna clears her throats and gathers her courage. "Sir, is there any 
indication that *any*one will be able to stay at Benden? I mean, is the 
water as low as it's going to get, do the miners think?"

S'klin chuckles, "Yeah right..."

S'klin wears a wide grin and looks around for the punchline.

K'tyn smiles at Jayna. "Let me make my second point, and I'll get back to 
that, hm?"

J'cob suddenly perks up and shouts, completely randomly, "AQUADUCTS!"

Sionelle says "Sit down S'klin, you look like a sunstruck watchwher."

J'cob blushes, and resumes his quiet contemplation.

"Dragons need too great a supply of fresh water," Alyssa murmurs to J'cob.

S'klin nods to Sionelle, "Yes mum..."

S'klin grabs a bench and sits Selchin with him.

J'cob replies to Alyssa, "Big ones. Huge ones. Gigantic ones?"

T'saren just shakes his head to S'klin, indicating it's not a joke. He 
glances about the new Dawnchaser Wing, wondering how many of them will 
actually make it to full riders.

S'klin says "Wait wait...what's wrong with our water?"

Alyssa lifts her shoulders helplessly and answers, "I am no smith but it 
seems unlikely such a thing would be built in time to help the weyr, 
J'cob. I simply don't know."

K'tyn snorts at J'cob. "That's for the future, J'cob. It willna save 
us...or the Telgarians, now. At any rate, my second point is that We, as 
riders, need to go where we're needed, right?" He looks about the room. 
"Right? Well, By the Shard of the first egg, WE are needed at Telgar."

P'tran looks about to ask a question but subsides as he hears K'tyn has 
more to say.

K'tyn looks at the Richenda. "My lady, will you please speak?"

P'tran pauses a moment, then speaks, "Has it been decided which wings will 
be asked to make the transition to Telgar by any chance? Apologies if I'm 
getting ahead of the game here."

Sionelle has always been one for speaking plainly, and she does so now. 
"The weyrlings," she says flatly, "Aren't going."

P'tran ohs? and looks over to Richenda and subsides, nodding 
apologetically

Richenda opens her mouth, again closes it.

Kassima has taken to shredding at the leather of her helmet's chin strap 
as she listens, obviously half-disbelieving. The poor thing's going to 
need replacing by the time she's done. "Some riders would *have* t'stay. 
Going t'Telgar's aid at the expense of Benden's lands would be too...." 
She snorts, considering the correct word. "Pointless," she finally decides 
will do. A glance is slid towards the Weyrleader as he continues, then 
towards Richenda, no doubt in hope that they'll be explaining a method to 
this seeming madness.

A'lex sighs thankfully at Sionelle's comment, thinking of that... that... 
STEWARD.

K'tyn raises a hand. "Since when do riders talk over one another? Allow 
the maid from Telgar to speak!" A rare show of anger makes his words 
forceful.

P'tran gives a *look* to the Thunderbolt riders. "Quiet," he says softly 
but forcefully. "Let the Weyrleaders speak."

Jehrina raises her voice slightly, "*Enough*. Richenda's been waiting to 
speak, and we're moving. I don't like it any more than you do, but we're 
going. Don't think I enjoy leaving the Weyr I've been Senior at for some 
thirteen turns. If I can do it, you all can. Now let her speak."

T'saren winces at the Weyrleader's tone, though he himself hadn't made a 
sound. He looks at the Telgarian woman, wondering what more havoc she can 
add to the confusion.

Richenda gives K'tyn a grateful, if fatigued smile, then pauses to gather 
thoughts before her rich alto fills the room. "My name is Richenda. For 
the past several months I have acted as headwoman at Telgar Weyr. I...I'm 
no headwoman. My preferred occupation is a dragonhealer. That I've somehow 
become the headwoman there indicates the skewed way in which we have been 
lead. Lead...have we seen such a thing in ages?" Sighing, she confesses, 
"We're lost. Matters are a shambles, and discipline is for naught. Rennick 
swears I had no grey before this Turn. We are in desperate need of 
assistance, and our riders had been too hidebound to ask for help. So 
Rennick and I stepped forward. Please....without your help Telgar is lost. 
We're convinced of it." These last words seem to be spoken directly to 
Jehrina and K'tyn. "I've no pride like the riders. If we have to beg...
I'll do so. For my weyr, I shall."

P'tran listens to Richenda's words solemnly, his face betraying no other 
emotion. In the pause that follows, he appears thoughtful. He leans over 
to one of his wingseconds and whispers something to her.

D'ton raises his hand.

K'tyn glances at Headwoman from Telgar, then nods as Jehrina speaks. He 
turns back to Richenda, his expression sympathetic. "There's no need to 
beg. We'll come. We'll come because we must." He looks at the room. "I 
take it there is some confusion about what will happen? Let me explain. 
I....yes, D'ton?"

Jehrina nods at Richenda. "Thank you."

Tinya's mouth opens to blurt something out, but at the last moment she 
remembers her manners and raises her hand.

P'tran mutters to Kassima, "... K'tyn... right.... think... offer... 
for..."

R'val nods solemly to Richenda's words, his expression indication that 
he's clearly moved by her words.

D'ton stands before asking, "Sir, are we sending just enough wings over 
to Telgar to manage our water problem, or more?"

Kassima clamps her mouth shut with an audible snap, staring fixedly at 
Richenda. She is definitely not a happy greenrider. Still, that doesn't 
mean she's not an obediant one. Richenda's plea causes the clench of her 
jaw to soften a trifle, which is then softened entirely as her jaw drops 
at the Wingleader's words. After a stunned moment, she lowers her voice 
to murmur a reply.

Aphrael nods quietly to Richenda, looking thoughtful though no less 
concerned by the news.

S'klin comes to a realization that this is true and he looks down at his 
hands.

Jehrina says "With any luck, D'ton, we'll take care of both wherries with 
one stone."

Richenda, having said her piece, falls silent and remains standing, chin 
lifted with resolution but brown eyes soft and humble.

Sionelle's arms are more tightly crossed than ever in front of her chest 
as she shares her views with a brownriding friend at her side. "Pride. A 
lack of leadership at Telgar. Hidebound riders with no sense to call their 
own. And -we- have to go. A fine reason for leaving hundreds of Turns of 
tradition. A fine easy solution for Telgar. And not so very challenging 
for K'tyn, either. This solves his little water problem."

T'saren closes his eyes for a long moment after Richenda speaks, obviously 
considering the options, or lack thereof. As the familiar voice of a 
weyrling sounds in the room, he opens his eyes again, nodding to D'ton and 
his question before looking to K'tyn and Jehrina for the answer.

A'lex stares at Sionelle.

K'tyn looks at D'ton. "Five wings will go with us. Five -full- wings. As 
the water supply evens out, we'll see how many more residents and riders 
and beasts must leave. I'm hopeful that eventually, a new water site will 
be found... but until then?"

Richenda turns to regard Sionelle for the longest moment. "And hundreds of 
Turns of tradition, Weyrlingmaster, is no cause to abandon people in 
need."

Kassima shakes her head. She mutters to P'tran, "... sir,... *need*... 
ranks depleted and... t'fly and...."  Realizing that she's babbling, the 
greenrider sighs and remarks a touch more loudly, "But 'tis your decision 
a'course, sir."

Tinya waves her hand around a little. "Can I say something?" she asks. 
Demands, really.

P'tran glances over at Sionelle and frowns. "I don't think the 
alternative, which is threaded ground, is going to be much better." He 
leand over to hear Kassima's reply and comments back to her simply, "I 
will not force anyone."

Jehrina says "Yes, Tinya?"

K'tyn adds, more quietly, "We'll need the Weyrlings to come with us, too. 
They're needed..and badly... at Telgar."

A'lex's jaw drops.

P'tran gives an unobtrusive gesture to the Weyrleaders that he would like 
to speak when it is his turn

Aphrael runs a hand through her hair, murmering, "Five wings. Which, I 
wonder?" Though the question is half spoken to herself, before she turns 
her attention back to the Weyrleaders.

Ceria looks stricken. She glances at her friends among the Weyrlings.

Ursa has been keeping silent this whole time, but she now blurts out, 
"Five /full/ wings?" And she turns to look at the latest crop of new 
riders. "/And/ the weyrlings?"

Tinya rises from her chair and takes a step toward the Telgar headwoman, 
turning to face the mass of the crowd. "You all might remember that I 
spent the better part of a turn at Telgar not that long ago. I know 
Richenda, and she's not an alarmist or a powergrabber. If she says the 
situation's hopeless, it is; it was bad enough when I was there. I don't 
see how we _can_ refuse to help."

Maylia's head swivels at K'tyns assertion that the weyrlings will indeed 
go, to stare at Sionelle, awaiting her response.

Caitria remains silent, her expression thoughtful.

S'klin rests hi s head on a bookcase.

K'tyn smiles at A'lex. "I'll explain in a bit. Tinya, then P'tran..." He 
nods as Tinya speaks.

Sionelle leans forward to address the Telgarian with a vengance. "So ask 
for help, not a senior pair," she fairly spits. "Telgar isn't empty. It's 
not as if you can't set a wing in the sky. If you need a gold, take a 
junior. -That- is tradition. -That- is the way new blood gets spread, and 
NOT BY SENDING MY WEYRLINGS." This last is shouted in a thoroughly 
insubordinate tone to K'tyn.

R'val bites his lip, his expression worried as those around him blurt out 
questions.

N'kshar begins to say something, but stops, a look of suprise on his face. 
He simply exchanges looks with those nearby, shaking his head in 
disbelief.

K'tyn stares at Sionelle, saying nothing.

T'saren was muttering some comment to his neighbor, at least until K'tyn's 
next words are uttered. "The Weyrlings will go too? They haven't even had 
their first flight yet." He shakes his head, peering at R'val and Sionelle 
as if surrounded by people in need of a mindHealer.

Meli, uncharacteristically quiet through all this, just sits there, arms 
wrapped around her legs, looking for all the world like a rock, or a tree, 
or some other fixture of the landscape. Only by glancing closely might 
someone detect the hint of the wildness of a 'cornered beast' in her brown 
eyes.

"Are you through, Sionelle?" Kiat asks quietly. "Or will you refuse to 
listen to me?"

Ceria continues to stare at the Weyrlings, not really hearing anything 
else.

Caitria, herder that she is, notices that look in Meli's eyes. She is 
afraid. ;)

Kassima nods unhappily. Her reply is no less sincere for the dull tone 
it's delivered in. She mutters to P'tran, "... you'd need t'force 
anyone,... entire... is... of us... you.... choose... lead." 

R'val glances at T'saren, murmuring, "Madness! Pure madness! We /cannot/ 
move the weyrlings until they can at least fly that sort of distance!"

Richenda smiles with fondness and appreciation at Tinya, hand closing on 
the other woman's shoulder. Sionelle receives only a sad smile. "We do not 
need untried leadership any longer, Weyrlingmaster. We need help, and 
quickly. And your bluster does you credit for the caring you feel for the 
Weyrlings, but we will benefit most from then knowing from the start the 
winds and ways of Telgar. I had thought," she finishes gently, "they were 
Benden's and Pern's first. And Pern needs them. But then...I am no 
rider."

"P'tran," Sionelle demands, rounding on the former Weyrleader, "Will you 
set these people to rights? Will explain to them, please, the way a Weyr 
is supposed to be run? And will you tell them that there is no reason to 
send an untested, untried, wing of weyrlings cross country without them 
having completed their flight training yet?" She reorients her attention 
on K'tyn as she finishes, raising her voice once more in utter defiance of 
his intentions.

Jehrina says "Sionelle, I've already agreed to go. I will.. am Telgar's 
Weyrwoman. Or will be shortly. They need more than just a gold. They need 
dragons. The other weyrs will be sending some of their riders as well. The 
burden doesn't just fall on Benden."

P'tran frowns and looks over to Sionelle. "You better thank Faranth I'm 
not Weyrleader right now, or your ass would be in a sling about now," he 
says coldly to her.

Benden Weyr> Asrai says, "Hey all, meeting still going on? :)"

Benden Weyr> Sionelle wahoo! My ass shows up again!

Benden Weyr> Tinya says, "In full swing, Asrai!"

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "We just can't get away from Sionelle's 
behind as a conversation topic, can we? ;)"

Benden Weyr> Sionelle does not, btw, refer to Asrai. :)

T'saren nods quickly to R'val, muttering back, "And even if we stopped 
each day to rest them, Thread will fall on their heads at least once. Dead 
on the way, dead once they'd get there, dead if they stay. Not pretty 
options."

Benden Weyr> Jehrina fotfl

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "The meeting. Not Sionelle's ass."

Benden Weyr> Aphrael waves to Asrai, and lol!

Benden Weyr> Ursa says, "In full /sling/, that is. :)"

Benden Weyr> Caitria dies laughing.

Benden Weyr> Richenda LAUGHS

P'tran turns to the Weyrleaders and stands. "Before hearing which wings 
have been decided on to go over to Telgar, I would ..." He pauses and 
takes a deep breath. This is obviously hard for him. "I would like to 
offer Thunderbolt Wing for Telgar." Quickly he adds, "I will *not* force 
any riders to come over with me. I am sure there are those that will 
question my motives in the offer," he says with a sidelong glance at 
Jehrina. "But they're both right. Protection of Pern *must* come first."

Benden Weyr> Jehrina cracks up hysterically.

Benden Weyr> J'cob says, "The weyr revolves around Sionelle's pants, it 
seems."

R'val shakes his head, scowling, "Surely it can wait, at least the 
weyrlings can wait, until we have them able to go Between."

Benden Weyr> Kassima surprises herself by actually *hooting* with 
laughter RL.

D'ton leans back and asks T'saren quietly, "But why would we have to go 
.right now. even if we had to go eventually. We could finish training 
first, right?"

Benden Weyr> Jehrina says, "Heck with J'lor. Fear Sionelle's pants."

Alyssa sits forward at this, mouth opening, a trace of worry and fear 
supplanting her expression.

K'tyn smiles at Richenda, his words echoing hers. "Sionelle. Listen to me. 
The weyrlings need not fly straight in one leap to Telgar! That would be 
madness. Better to have them make short jumps, from hold to hall and so 
forth. They must learn to image the sites anyway, yes? And... there is 
more. Telgar Weyr /needs/ our Weyrlings. They need the /hope/ that they 
represent."  As P'tran speaks, Kiat raises both brows. "Accepted, 
Wingleader."

Benden Weyr> T'saren almost spits pop on her 'puter. Elle, your ass 
certainly gets around. ;)

Benden Weyr> K'ti guesses J'lor's pants are feared and Elle's pants are 
orbited?

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Or what's in them, anyway."

Tinya says, carefully _not_ addressing the remark to Sionelle (indeed, she 
seems to be speaking to a point high on the back wall), "Part of weyrling 
training is learning the air and currents of your home weyr. And Telgar's 
tricky that way...."

Benden Weyr> Ceria rofl.

Jehrina says "T'saren, we will make *certain* that the weyrlings have 
protection. If I have to evacuate an entire Hold and move them all to 
somewhere else on Leilanth, the Weyrlings will be under cover during a 
fall."

Asrai strides in from the bowl.

A'lex finally closes his mouth.

K'tyn nods at Jehrina, his own expression resolute as he steadfastly 
agrees with her.

Asrai comes rushing in, tugging off jacket, gloves and helmet...not 
necessarily in that order. she then slips into an empty seat. Been here 
the /whole/ time, yep.

A'lex mutters to D'ton, "I'm scared."

"But the northern winds..." Alyssa begins worriedly. "And the weyrlings' 
wings are hardly strong enough to fight autumnal currents and we're almost 
at the end of summer..."

Ursa watches P'tran offer his wing with a tightly guarded expression. She 
quite pointedly does not jump up with a similar offer. She stays by the 
wall, arms folded over her chest in a protective gesture.

P'tran nods solemnly to the Weyrleader, then glances back at his 
wingriders.

Ceria continues to watch the Weyrlings worriedly.

T'saren was about to reply to D'ton when Jehrina speaks. He nods 
thankfully to her and relaxes slightly. "Thank you, Weyrwoman, though I'm 
not sure how much that will help."

Sionelle's voice is finally absent from the discussion, immediately 
following P'tran's rebuke. The weyrlingmaster's teeth are grinding 
together, and no words are getting past until she says, calmy, to her 
assistant, "Of course they'll have protection, T'saren. And of course 
we'll make the flight as soon as requested. We'll stop and rest as often 
as needed, and we'll teach them as we go. If anything, they'll be the 
stronger for it. And therefore," she says with a narrow-eyed and hostile 
stare at Richenda, "So will Telgar."

Aphrael nods faintly in greeting to Asrai, expression guarded now as she 
listens.

Asrai slowly starts to catch on to what this meeting is about. See, that 
didn't take long.

Jehrina gets up, and walks arpound the table, stopping behind A'lex and 
D'ton, "Me too, Weyrling. The holders are going to have to cope, just like 
we are. They *will* shelter the Weyrlings when we tell them to. Think of 
it as an opportunity to work on visualization with the short hops you'll 
be taking."

Jayna glances stricken at the Weyrlings and the riders she's come to know. 
Will she have to say goodbye? She moves quietly to the door, with one hand 
covering her mouth and the other clenched..

"Hope," Kassi mutters, leaning back in her chair and staring grimly ahead. 
"Right." Her expression's utterly blank, which means she's either furious, 
depressed, numb, or any number of similar things. It's hard to tell, with 
Kassi. The only definite emotion that registers is resignation. "At least 
there's something we can *do* there, though. Nay anyone can fix what's 
wrong with the water. We *can* do something fixing this. And the 
dragons'll be better off, too." Sure, it's herself she's trying to 
convince, but the words are probably true enough.

Jayna slips out of the records cavern.

K'tyn looks about the room, and sighs--Absently, he runs his hands through 
his hair. "As for who will stay--and who will go? I'll not force anyone to 
leave Benden. But... if you go...if you decide to take this adventurous 
step with me, what have you to lose? Benden will still be here. You may 
return to visit at any time."

Richenda counters Sionelle's hostility with a softly maternal smile that 
just barely diminishes the weariness in her expression. "Perhaps," she 
murmurs.

"No one but the weyrlings," Sionelle reminds K'tyn.

Ceria's eyes are clouded and show a hint of tears.

Benden Weyr> Sionelle makes that clearer-- K'tyn's not forcing anyone 
but the weyrlings to leave Benden. :)

Benden Weyr> Jehrina says, "Sionelle, you're such a pain :)"

K'tyn smiles at Sionelle. "They'll not be Weyrlings much longer--they can 
return when they're older. This is...our home. I'll not take that from 
anyone."

Benden Weyr> Sionelle does her best.

Benden Weyr> Sionelle is, you know, a pain in the, uh... ass. ;)

Kassima fixes a look upon the Weyrleader. "Will there come a time when 
we're able to return? Once Telgar's up on its feet again?" she wants to 
know.

D'ton pulls at the collar of his newly borrowed tunic uncomfortably when 
Jehrina stops behind him. Right on cue, the seam at the shoulder rips. He 
swallows, and gives the weyrling who lent it to him an apologetic look.

Benden Weyr> Caitria laughs!

Benden Weyr> Jehrina wasn't gonna say it :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima is going to have to post a warning on this log 
when she puts it up on the WWW. ;)

P'tran glances over at Kassima. "I have a feeling a lot of this is 
permanent. I would not want to play 'musical Weyrs' and have my wing's 
riders have to keep relearning the wind patterns every few seasons."

Benden Weyr> D'ton says, "What's it going to say, Kassi? "Beware, 
badass log"?"

Tinya shakes her head and smiles at the Weyrleader as she says, "You're 
wrong there, K'tyn. Home's _people_, not place. I've learned that well 
enough."

T'saren exhales slowly, hoping the weyrlings and their lifemates will be 
up to the monumentous task they are about to embark upon. Not like they 
have much choice though, so he'll do his darnedest to get them ready for 
it in the short amount of time they'll probably have. "So how long?" he 
asks softly, dreading the answer.

K'tyn raises a brow. "Permanently return? That's a personal choice you 
must make, Kassi. I'm going to Telgar."

P'tran leans over to Kassima.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Very ass-tute, D'ton. ;)"

R'val sighs softly, "It'll be hard, but our weyrlings can do it."

P'tran mutters to Kassima, "... you... to... use... if... say no."

Ceria looks around suddenly to see if Ofira is here.

Asrai frowns, looking quite perplexed. She then stands, "Sir. I'll go with 
you...if you'll have me. Benden has long been my home..but the Telgar area 
needs us."

Jehrina says "As soon as we can get moving, T'saren. The weyrlings should 
be one of the last groups to go, to give them as much time to strengthen 
themselves before they must make that flight."

Ursa finally speaks up. Her voice is soft, but it carries well, as it 
would through the fog of an early-morning drill. "I cannot in good 
conscience offer Dawnslight's services the way P'tran immediately offered 
Thunderbolt's. My wing has born the entire burden of training the 
weyrlings, and was already understaffed before our Weyrlingmaster chose 
her present weyrling staff. Dawnslight flies well, but even with the most 
recent weyrling additions, it's still a small wing. Telgar would be better 
served by a fuller wing."

K'tyn looks at Sionelle. "You've seen the charts, Weyrlingmaster. There's 
a window of seven days before the next fall. That should be more than 
enough time to get our weyrlings to Telgar Weyr."

Aly wanders in.

Jehrina leans over. She mutters to K'tyn, "... full wing... over... 
Weyrlings... move.... sense... any more... than... already..." 

Kassima nods faintly in reply to the Weyrleader's words, then turns to 
reply to Thunderbolt's Wingleader. She mutters to P'tran, "... suppose, 
sir.... happy about... but... goes,... go... Besides, 'twill... better..."  
Which is, quite probably, the deciding factor.

Jehrina nods to Aly.

Tinya waves over at Aly.

P'tran nods to Kassima and manages to smile slightly in appreciation. 
"Thank you."

T'saren nods to Jehrina yet again. At least they are allowing them that 
much.

Aly notices everyone is nodding, so bobs her head too.

Benden Weyr> J'cob cheers! Aly! Only natural preditor of Sionelle's 
ass!

Benden Weyr> T'saren snickers. Like the little dogs in the back windows 
of cars. ;)

K'tyn nods at Jehrina. "I agree," he says clearly, then looks at Ursa. "As 
you say, Wingleader. But... I need your experience at Telgar. Will you, 
and Dawnslight, go with the Weyrlings to provide escort?"

Benden Weyr> T'saren meant all the nodding in the RR, not Elle's ass 
predator. ;)

"Oh fine," Sionelle remarks casually to her brownriding friend. "The 
Weyrleader too. Rodin and Averil will be thri--" As K'tyn addresses her, 
she stops speaking so quietly, and returns to her formerly brash tones. 
"More than enough time, provided newly worked wings aren't strained, 
provided the weather stays clear, provided we're able to move in a 
coherent group, and provided the weyrling dragons can find enough food 
without straying too far from the course to hunt, yes sir. I can control 
a good portion of that, and I will. The weather, I fear, is beyond my 
power."

Benden Weyr> Sionelle was about to ask...

Benden Weyr> Ceria giggles.

Asrai sits back down when she is not answered, lost in her own thoughts.

P'tran reaches into his flight jacket and extracts a small parchment on 
which are some notes on Fall patterns and Thunderbolt formations. He leans 
over to Kassima and makes note of something on the chart. "That Fall will 
be tricky. The Wing will need to pull double-duty in a few spots during 
this move."

K'tyn grins at Sionelle. "Since the majority of herds at Benden must also 
be moved, I don't think that there'll be a shortage of food."

S'klin rises to his feet.

A'lex raises his hand tentatively.

S'klin clears his throat, "K'tyn."

Ursa was not expecting this request, though her expression does not 
change. She does not stop looking at the Weyrleader, either. Her gaze 
remains steady and at length she nods and says firmly, "Dawnslight will be 
honoured to provide escort."

S'klin salutes Jehrina and K'tyn, "I'm with you. I will move."

Alyssa bites her lip, looking down at the table, saying nothing.

Asrai fingers the knot at her shoulder, perhaps thinking twice about her 
earlier offer.

Kassima tilts her head, and somehow summons a wan half-smile in response. 
"Don't mention it, sir." Leaning forward to peer at the chart, she nods in 
agreement. "I think it can be done, sir, but we'll have t'watch it. 
There're nay guarentees that all of the Wing will still be with us. Those 
left may have to take on double the workload. I'd say we should start 
stepping up drills as soon as we find out who's coming along; the better 
prepared we are, the better off 'twill be."

K'tyn glances at Asrai, smiling as someone repeats her quiet words to him 
that were lost in the noise. "You'll come?" he says with a bright smile. 
"Good! You and Lys will help with the moving of the wings?"

S'klin turns and Selchin and he leave.

Ceria turns away from the weyrlings, losing herself in her thoughts.

Sionelle's gaze falls on Ursa as the wingleader replies, and sizes up the 
other woman's demeanor. "Dawnchaser will be honoured to have them along," 
she says with equal formality. And the leaders will likely get along like 
two wet felines in a pillow sack.

Ofira strides in from the bowl.

Ofira slips in, blinking at the crowd.

Alyssa glances at Asrai, then at K'tyn, saying nothing.

Jehrina says "Thank you Asrai, Ursa, S'klin."

Ceria glances up as Ofira comes in. Her face takes on an odd expression.

J'cob waves Ofira over

K'tyn glances at S'klin, frowning. "Did you call me?" He shakes his head, 
turning back to the others who are all talking at once.

Ofira runs a hand through her floury hair, bits of cookie dough sticking 
to it and makes her way in, nodding to J'cob.

Tinya fingers the knot on her shoulder, then says, a little too loud, 
"White and black will match things better than this red anyhow. I'm game. 
And I can help with the plotting of the new patterns; I've got Telgar 
charts."

R'val smiles as he sees OFira, though it's a strained file, and pulls a 
seat out beside him for her.

P'tran looks up at K'tyn and can't help but smirk. "We sure as Faranth 
better not see any decrease in our supplies of Benden Red. *That* is 
something that all the talk of duty on Pern won't help."

Asrai fingers her knot for a moment more before glancing over at Alyssa. 
"I will. Will you move the wing with me, Alyssa?" she does try to keep her 
voice a bit louder so tha tthe other Bluerider can hear her.

As the plans to move riders to Telgar takes shape, Richenda sits down, her 
apple-cheeked visage suffused with relief that stains her eyes with tears 
of gratitude.

Jehrina smiles at P'tran, "I'm sure we'll manage."

K'tyn laughs. "I am sure that Rodin will charge us all the more for the 
'Red, P'tran. After all, we'll be Telgarians, hm?"

R'val grins at P'tran widely, "Faranth, yes."

Ursa returns Sionelle's gaze steadily. Her firm expression of face and 
firmly set jaw do not change a bit as she nods quite slowly and 
deliberately to the Weyrlingmaster.

P'tran grins at Jehrina and winks at her.

Kassima snorts, actual amusement in the sound. "Don't worry, sir. I'm 
certain plenty of the riders will be more than pleased t'make raids on the 
wine cabinets here--just for what'd be our fair share were we nay 
elsewhere, a'course." Read: Benden will be lucky to have *any* wine but 
Swill left by the time the liquor pirates are through.

R'val kisses Ofira's cheek as she sits, and murmurs, "How was the class?"

Aphrael glances towards the Skyfire leaders, expression resigned but 
certain as she offers up, "Prefeth and I go with Skyfire Wing." The words 
are said softly though, more than half her own thoughts.

Alyssa glances at Asrai, apparently not knowing what to say. "I...I'll go 
where I'm needed," she finally remarks, quietly.

P'tran comments, "See if we can keep the winecraft hall in our coverage 
area, hmm?"

Ofira looks around worriedly, catching the tone of the discussion, seeing 
the strain on people's faces, even though she can't quite discern the 
topic and murmurs to R'val, "Fine. A lot fo fun. What's going on here?"

Caitria snorts just a bit at P'tran's words. Spotting Ofira, she gets up 
to pick her way through the crowd, getting away from all those 
Journeymen. ;)

R'val murmurs to Ofira, "It's..a long story. Telgar needs riders 
desperately, we need to ship off some riders to deal with the water supply 
problem." He gulps, "Ofira, several wings of our weyr are moving to 
Telgar."

Asrai turns her head as she hears Aph, giving her friend a smile. "Thanks 
Aph." She then looks back to Alyssa and nods. "Sounds like you're still 
stuck with us, sir." she responds to K'tyn.

P'tran hrms and looks thoughtful. "I have a question? Concerning the water 
shortage here."

Sionelle returns Ursa's nod, then drops back to slouch against the wall, 
still incensed, but silently. At least, until she remarks with resigned 
irritation to the rider that's been sharing her disgust, "I just got good 
Benden leathers, and threw out the retooled set from the Reaches."

All the talk of Benden Red makes T'saren suddenly realize something. He 
stands slowly and addresses Richenda, "So with all these new riders coming 
to Telgar, who's going to feed them and clean the caverns when we get 
there? I assume the bad management and other problems you've been plagued 
with also extend to the Lower Caverns staff?" The question is not meant to 
sound biting, but it does carry a slight edge.

K'tyn watches Ursa and Sionelle, a faint smile on his lips. Slowly, he 
looks about the room, eyeing the various expressions that people are 
wearing. The young bronzerider fairly beams as Aphrael, Alyssa and Asrai 
seem to speak up for Skyfire wing. "I'll be glad to have all of you. Every 
one." To the room, K'tyn speaks up. "Ant further questions or concerns?"

A thoughtful look crosses Kassi's face suddenly. "If those Telgarians 
aren't used to Benden Red," she muses, "then they've likely nay tolerance 
for it yet. Remind me t'share m'stores if'n I've ever a chance t'play 
dragonpoker with 'em. Come t'think of it, they've likely nay learned any 
of those Bitra tricks, either...." There's Kassi for you. Looking on the 
bright side of this means planning to steal her home Weyr's liquor and 
drain the Telgarians' mark-pouches dry.

Ofira stares at R'val. "/Entire/ wings are moving? Which wings?"

K'tyn looks at P'tran. "Speak."

R'val sighs, "We don't know yet, 'He murmurs, squeezing her hand, his 
expression worried.

J'cob comments to Sionelle, "Yes, I know. *All* my underthings are still 
in 'Reaches colors!"

P'tran asks, "After some of the Benden wings go to Telgar, what of the 
ones remaining here? There will still be a water shortage to worry about, 
or will the remaining supply be enough?"

Ofira rubs a hand across her face anxiously and turns to listen.

"J'cob," Sionelle says plainly, as per her usual, "Leave your underthings 
out of this, before we all get nightmares."

Richenda answers T'saren with softly spoken confidence. "My staff will see 
to it they are cared for. Though further guidance from Siani would be 
gratefully received, I must say."

K'tyn scratches his head. "I'm told that if we decrease the demands on the 
water, it may help to allow the ah...underground reservoirs to fill up. 
I'm no miner, P'tran. I am not sure."

Alyssa adds, a bit worriedly, to P'tran's words, "And who will care for 
the dragons?"

Aly shudders a little at the thought, and nods to Sionelle.

Kassima's brow furrows, and she suddenly speaks up with a question of her 
own. "How long will we have to prepare a'fore the move is made? Tally up 
who's going and who's nay, adjust the Wing patterns for compensation, pack 
up, and whatnay?"

Ofira shakes her head, murmuring, "The kitchen here can't manage much 
longer on the water rationing we're on."

K'tyn blinks at Alyssa. "Their riders will care for them, of course, Lys."

P'tran nods to K'tyn. "I thought that might be it. Hopefully we will not 
wind up having to scout a new place for Benden Weyr itself."

Jehrina says "We hope that there will be enough water to hold out for the 
people who remain. Or that Minecraft finds a way to solve the water 
problem. Some of the staff will go with us, to ease the transition." She 
looks around the room at the master crafters, "I hope you will speak with 
Siani and Richenda to help determine what we'll need to move?"

"No." Alyssa shakes her head firmly. "They have to have a dragonhealer, 
K'tyn. I will not leave the dragons without one."

T'saren nods slowly and resumes his seat. Of course, this would happen 
right as he begins to develop a relationship with a woman here at Benden. 
He bites his lip, wondering if Dawn will go with him or remain behind.

Asrai looks with concern at Alyssa.

P'tran hmms? and raises an eyebrow at Alyssa's words. In all the 
excitement and the incredible number of details, he had not considered 
that himself.

D'ton pales slightly when Richenda mentions the headwoman's name. He rubs 
the bridge of his nose uncomfortably.

Ofira nods, listeing. "Telgar has Bakers posted there of course. I could 
speak to them about the special needs that will exist with an influx of 
new riders. Teach them to make baklava..."

K'tyn ahs. "That is it then," he says with a smile. "You'll be staying 
here, then, Lys? I think you'll be senior DragonHealer then?"

Caitria says mildly to Jehrina, "I'll have to speak with Craftmaster 
Leara, and the Journeyman at Telgar, but I'll be glad to help where I can, 
of course." She mutters something about Cav picking a sharding lousy 
meeting to miss.

Ceria moves over to where Ofira is sitting. She mutters to Ofira. 

P'tran sighs. "This is going to lead to a lot of disruptions in 
relationships," he comments to no one in particular. "Not to mention 
having to get used to so many thing over again."

D'ton says "Have the minecraft taken a look at the water situation yet?"

K'tyn nods at the new bronzerider. 'Aye, D'ton. That they have."

Alyssa replies with a sigh, "I don't care what I'm called, K'tyn. I 
just...I just want to be here to take care of them. The idea that we'd 
leave dozens of dragons behind without a healer is unthinking. I just...I 
just can't stand for it. I'm sorry. I don't want to choose, but I can't."

D'ton says "What have they said so far, sir?"

Sionelle's attention is diverted to Alyssa's converation with K'tyn, and 
though the set of her lips never changes, the expression in her eyes turns 
to one of betrayal, immediately before its more usual hostility. She 
levers herself away from the wall. "T'saren, R'val, see that the weyrlings 
finish their ecercises before returning to the barracks. I have work to 
do." She turns on a heel, and walks out.

T'saren nods absently to P'tran's words, still deep in thought.

Ofira turns and looks at Ceria and frowns slightly. "Well. I suppose more 
kitchen staff will be needed. And you'd be well supervised, I'm sure...let 
me think about it." she says to the apprentice.

Ceria nods to Ofira.

P'tran glances at Sionelle as she leaves, a carefully neutral expression 
on his face.

Asrai glances around, as if looking for someone. The frown on her face 
says she didn't find them....and is not happy about the fact.

Sionelle slips out of the records cavern.

K'tyn speaks loudly for a moment. "For those who need it, I've all the 
technical details regarding this transfer of wings and personnel to Telgar 
on these hides." He gestures at the pile of hides on the table behind him. 
"Feel free to look at them and make comments."

Aphrael tilts her head as she hears Alyssa, sighing faint, arms curling 
about her knees as she rests her chin down. Her decision made, now all she 
can do is wait.

Kassima's grin is rather humorless. "Reason number one-hundred and 
sixty-five nay t'have a weyrmate, that. Knew there had t'be more to add to 
the list out there somewhere. Sir...." Leaning forward a bit, she wonders, 
"What of F'hlan? I hate to have to ask it, but would his possible health 
problems be a factor in such a move as this? It rather concerns me that he 
might feel it necessary t'go when 'twould be against what the Healers 
might advise."

P'tran nods to K'tyn. "I think each of the wings will need to look at 
them."

Caitria gives Kassi a rather bleak look.

Richenda says quite simply and sincerely, "Thank you all. The words seem 
so plain, but they are heartfelt and from the weyr, I promise."

K'tyn smiles at Kassima. "He's requested to stay, Kassima. He's going to 
be acting Weyrleader, until one of the Juniors rises."

Ofira murmurs to R'val, "You'll explain all this to me I hope! I can't 
believe I was baking cookies and something certainly seems to have 
happened in my absence!"

Tinya says "K'tyn, do you have wind charts already, or should I go get 
mine? I can probably be a fair amount of help with repatterning."

R'val bobs his head, squeezing Ofira's hand, "Later, in bed, love." He 
murmurs, smiling gently at her.

Jehrina takes a deep, long breath.

Ofira nods worriedly.

P'tran runs his hand through his hair. "This is going to be a lot of 
work." He blinks at K'tyn's comment about F'hlan, and then simply breaks 
out in a wide grin. "F'hlan will be acting Weyrleader of Benden? Now 
*that* is a good decision!" he declares loudly and sincerely

K'tyn looks at Tinya gratefully. "If you've got the winds already charted, 
that would help a grat deal."

K'tyn laughs at P'tran. "What, is that my first?"

Ursa sighs. Heavily. She murmers to a rider nearby, "The weight of the 
bowl wall would seem light on my shoulders right now."

His tireless efforts will repopulate the weyr in a matter of months!

Caitria asks the room in general, directed mostly towards the Weyrleaders, 
"Need me for anything else? I'd like to go chat up Leara."

Ceria returns to her seat, looking extremely worried.

Alyssa chimes in to this, softly, "I would happily help F'hlan...I'm 
certain T'fian would too. I...I truly doubt he'll wish to leave unless 
ordered to do so."

P'tran winces and shakes his head. "Don't worry, K'tyn, one of these days 
I'll get this foot out of my mouth," he replies with a smirk.

K'tyn looks at Jehrina, hearing that slow intake of breath. "Weyrwoman? 
You wished to speak?"

Meli rises finally, giving a slight stretch to uncramp long-tense muscles, 
before making her way through the clusters of remaining riders, out 
towards the relative freedom of the bowl.

Meli slips out of the records cavern.

K'tyn glances at Alyssa. "I'll accept his resignation when he gives it. 
Not before."

Jehrina shakes her head. "Nothing."

Tinya nods."Of course. Do you want them right now, or in the morning?"

Kassima rattles her tongue in dismay, but after taking a moment to think, 
nods. "If'n anyone's fit for the post, 'twould certes be he--for all that 
I suspect the Wing will miss him."

Caitria, getting no response, gets to her feet. She touches Ofira's 
shoulder. "If Cav gets back, could you tell him I've gone to the Hall? I 
may have to stay the night, but I'll be back tomorrow."

Nodding to K'tyn, Alyssa resumes her former occupation of table watching. 
"Of course..."

K'tyn frowns. "Get them when you can Tinya. I'd like to see the lot of us 
at Telgar before the end of a sevenday."

Jehrina nods in caitria's direction, "Thank you."

Ofira nods to Caitria, "Of course I will," she assures her.

P'tran stands and stretches a bit. "K'tyn, just so you know, I'm going to 
need Thunderbolt to pull some double-duty for this. Even if all of them 
don't go over to Telgar, we'll need all their help. I may need to cancel 
some drills to make more time available."

A'lex whispers, "Before the end of a sevenday?"

Caitria gives Ofira and Jehrina each a strained smile, and heads outside 
with N'thren.

Caitria slips out of the records cavern.

Ceria throws and indecipherable glance in the direction of Ofira and then 
to the weyrlings.

Jehrina says "Do what's necessary, but for Faranth's sake, don't exhaust 
anyone."

Jehrina says "The last thing we need is someone making bad visuals because 
they're tired."

K'tyn nods at P'tran. "All drills are cancelled. This has got to come 
first."

N'kshar looks back and forth, echoing A'lex's words. "Before the end of a 
sevenday?"

Tinya nods again, looking thoughtful. "Well, late as it is.... How about 
if I bring them to breakfast in the morning, and we can sit and go over 
them?"

D'ton says quietly, "I have a feeling we're going to learn to fly real 
fast."

"If there is anything Telgar may do," Richenda offers, "We will."

Kassima winces at the projected date. "A sevenday," she mutters in dismay. 
"Pack up all of that junk in m'weyr in a *sevenday*? Dear Faranth. 
Compared to that, double-duty will be *easy.*" Though hyperbolic, her 
expression suggests that she might not be exaggerating as much as one 
would think.

Ursa leans forward, managing to lean /around/ a greenrider and then across 
another brownrider so that she can whisper to R'val, "Just how soon are 
the weyrlings leaving?" she asks.

R'val shakes his head at Ursa, whispering back, "I really wish I knew!"

K'tyn amends. "Two sevendays, that is."

A'lex says "Still, that's not long to get the beasties flight ready..."

P'tran nods to Jehrina and K'tyn, then turns to Kassima. "Then let's 
concentrate on getting *ourselves* over there and fetch the rest of our 
stuff later. Just bare essentials at first."

T'saren decides not much more is left that the weyrlings need to hear and 
begins herding a few of them back out to finish their exercises and 
drills, knowing R'val will take care of the rest of them when the meeting 
is officially over.

T'saren slips out of the records cavern.

D'ton replies to A'lex, "I'm sure we can do it if we try. Besides, Kyo's 
been itching to try, and I'm sure Nraith has too."

Asrai begins to ring her hands, glancing around worriedly.

A'lex nods, "True."

P'tran says "And as K'tyn said, all drills are cancelled, but I don't want 
a *single* Thunderbolt rider to think it means time off. Frankly, there is 
*no* time off at least for the first sevenday."

N'kshar shakes his head slowly. "Two sevendays? Will we even be flying by 
then? I mean... It took long enough to just ride them, and now..."

K'tyn winks at Kassima, then looks at Richenda. "I think, fair lady, that 
you may assist Siani in her preperations.... perhaps our worthy Ofira and 
her helpers, too."

Maylia smiles to D'ton and A'lex, quietly adding, "Tierth's eager, too."

Richenda nods. "Willingly, K'tyn. I'll alert my staff. Anything at all we 
can do..."

Aphrael lifts her head slightly at the projected date of the move, and 
lets out a slow breath. "Two sevendays.. and a new home."

Ofira looks around at all the frantic talk and plans and wraps her arms 
around herself tightly, overhearing people speaking of going.

D'ton grins at Maylia, briefly.

Kassima's reply to the Wingleader is rather abashed. "'Twas being 
facetious, sir," she explains. "Sort of whistling in the dark, as 'twere. 
I quite agree on that note; with F'hlan at least staying, and perhaps 
more, 'twill be a challenge to get the Wing reassembled--but I think 'tis 
one Thunderbolt's up to meeting."

A'lex shakes his head, thinking, "Oh no, my mother will have to come to 
say goodbye..."

Tinya grins at Richenda. "Dibs on my old weyr," she says brightly, "and if 
that armchair's still in stores I want it too. I bet it is, since Gamble 
half tore the arm off."

K'tyn wanders closer to Jehrina, murmuring quietly to her. Concern is 
reflected in his eyes. "Are you truly okay with this, Jehrina?"

Ceria fixes a slightly forlorn gaze on Ofira.

Richenda , smiling for the first time, squeezes the shoulder she had 
clasped. "That, my dearest girl, is a very good bargain, I believe, for 
us."

P'tran grins at Kassima and nods. "Yes, we'll be short at least one 
Wingsecond. I may need to appoint one within the next day or two to help 
coordinate the Wing."

Alyssa eventually stands and salutes the leaders. "I'm going to see if 
T'fian's back from his late duties and find F'nar. With your permission, 
that is, Weyrleader, Weyrwoman."

Ofira turns to R'val, "You're not going are you? Is M'kla? If she does, 
Sayla might want to go with her..." She tries to figure out how much 
kitchen staff she is going to lose.

Ursa raises her voice, "If you'll forgive me, sir. Is the two sevendays 
for the bulk of the wings, or for the weyrlings as well?"

Jehrina shakes her head, "No, I don't like it. But it has to be done, and 
so I will do it."

K'tyn looks at Alyssa. "Of course. Tell him to come speak to me when...as 
soon as he can."

Tinya chuckles. "Purely selfish from my point of view, I assure you. Easy 
to unpack when I don't need to think where to put things."

Kassima taps her chin, abruptly thoughtful. "If'n you're open to 
suggestions, sir, I think I might know someone who would suit. Provided, 
a'course, that said person comes with us."

R'val sighs softly, "Ofira, I think I'm going to have to. The weyrlings 
will need all the training they can get, and Sionelle needs help. Will you 
come, if I go?"

K'tyn nods at Jehrina his smile respectful and admiring. "Brave as ever. 
Let me know if you need anything from me...I will go to confer with the 
other wingleaders."

P'tran ohs? and grins slightly. "I was going to ask for a recommendation, 
actually. Who did you have in mind?"

Jehrina nods stiffly, and then goes and sits by P'tran.

Ofira stares at R'val. "I can't! I can't leave here. No, you'll have to 
stay here," she decides.

Nodding, Alyssa looks about her, a dark and worried emotion blanketing her 
features, then she withdraws without another pause.

Kassima glances about the room, lowering her voice to similarly lower the 
chance of being overheard.

P'tran notices Jehrina come over by him as he's talking with Kassima. He 
places an arm around Jehrina and gives her a reassuraing squeeze as he 
continues his conversation.

Jehrina smiles briefly and rubs her eyes.

P'tran ahs and nods to Kassima. "I was considering that as well."

Asrai stands up and goes over to K'tyn, placing a hand on his arm. 
"Everything will be fine sir."

Tinya glances at her ex-weyrmate and licks her lips nervously. "R'val," 
she says very softly and tentatively, then realizing he couldn't possibly 
have heard her, says more loudly, "R'val."

K'tyn turns to Starblaze and Fireshadow's wingleaders, Shanny nand L'taru. 
Quietly, he speaks with them, trying to convice them to make the move to 
Telgar.

A'lex in reality doesn't leave, but stays for the rest of the meeting.

R'val looks away from Ofira, surprised to hear his name on Tinya's lips, 
"Tinya?"

K'tyn turns to look at Asrai. "With you beside me? How could it not be," 
he says quietly, returning to speak to L'taru more intensely.

P'tran adds, "I'll have to ask. I'll let you know within a day or two."

Ofira steps away a bit, to give R'val and Tinya some privacy.

Asrai smiles at K'tyn's words, glancing once more around the room before 
seating herself nearby in case she's needed.

Richenda, as she rises, brushes the wrinkles from her skirt. "I have work 
to do. And so do all of you. If you'll pardon me, I'll take our news to 
Telgar and to Rennick. Again, thank you."

Tinya licks her lips again, and looks just slightly over R'val's left 
shoulder as she says, "If you wan...if I can be any help with the 
weyrlings, let me know, okay? I know the Telgar winds, and I _have_ helped 
train new riders...." Her voice trails off uncertainly, and she still 
doesn't quite look directly at him, very unsure of how the offer will be 
received.

Kassima grins, nodding at once. "Ah, so, sir. 'Twould be marvelous if'n 
the answer was positive, but a'course it'd be best left up to the 
individual in question. Sir, will the extra patrols delegated to scout out 
the results of water situation be curtailed to give the Wing more time for 
moving preparations?"

Aphrael looks slightly troubled, and she slips off the table she's seated 
on, making her way over to Asrai's side before she lowers her voice to 
speak to the other rider.

R'val smiles at Tinya kindly, no trace of ire in his expression, "A very 
kind offer, Tinya. I'll ask Sionelle, and refer you to her as a person who 
knows Telgar's airstreams."

Jehrina glances at R'val and Tinya, "Get M'kla also. she was there quite a 
while."

P'tran hmms at Kassima. "I think given the circumstance, we have to devote 
every available rider to this and hope the miners can manage by 
themselves. The only alternative would be asking other Weyrs to help out.

R'val nods towards Jehrina, "I'll note all of this to Sionelle."

P'tran says "But that would be up to Jehrina and K'tyn." He glances ay his 
weyrmate for a moment. "Other than that, we're pretty much devoted to this 
task."

Ofira looks around at all of the riders, uncomfortably and slips out while 
R'val talks matters over with them.

Ofira slips out of the records cavern.

Tinya's eyes meet R'val's, and a very slight smile flickers across her 
face. "Okay," she says softly. She glances over at Jehrina then and nods. 
"Aph spent a good while there too, although it was long ago," she notes.

Ceria glances back in Ofira's direction, but she's already gone.

K'tyn argues quietly with L'taru, Shannyn having already agreed to 
accompany K'tyn to Telgar. Persuasively, K'tyn brings up several key 
points, and supports them with evidence.

Aphrael lifts her head slightly as she hears her name, nodding after a 
moment to Tinya as she identifies who speaks, "I'll be willing to help out 
as well, if you need. I spent a Turn or so at Telgar Weyr."

Kassima nods, not looking surprised by this reply. "That mightn't be a bad 
idea, sir, if'n it came to that. With this move obviously an important 
procedure, I doubt 'twould benefit any of the Weyrs if'n some external 
crises threw a stick into the works--t'use one of m'Smithcraft cousin's 
favored metaphors."

Richenda slips out of the records cavern.

N'kshar begins to stand up, still in the process of collecting his 
thoughts. "Azeth needs a bathing." He states as he begins to walk off. "If 
any of you would like to join me? I for one could use a nice cold bath 
myself." He adds over his shoulder, stopping to wait for any response.

Maylia eases out of her chair, and glances at the other weyrlings present. 
They've not been dismissed, but the meeting seems to have broken up.

P'tran nods to Kassima. "Well, I think at this point we've done what we 
can tonight about the Wing. I for one am going to get some rest."

N'kshar was speaking mostly to the weyrlings.

Jehrina nods at N'kshar, "Go ahead. K'tyn and I will be available, ask 
Prometh or Leilanth if you can't find us."

Aphrael frowns for a moment at Asrai's words, voice reassuring as she 
responds softly, She mutters to Asrai, "No,... fine, Asrai. If you..... 
them... they can... with the weyrlings,..." 

Maylia follows after N'kshar, self conciously straightening her tunic.

R'val smiles, "Gnight, weyrlings."

Ceria stands up and wanders out, lost in thought.

Ceria slips out of the records cavern.

P'tran turns away from Kassima and the others and moves himself a little 
closer to Jehrina.

D'ton gets to his feet as well. "I'd better drop by Stores while I've got 
the time," he says to R'val.

N'kshar slips out of the records cavern.

Maylia slips out of the records cavern.

D'ton slips out of the records cavern.

K'tyn sits down near L'taru, smiling as the man finally aquiesces. "You 
won't regret it!"

R'val slips out of the records cavern.

Jehrina rubs her eyes again, leans against P'tran, and looks at K'tyn, 
"Well.. it could have been worse."

Ursa rises, and steps forward. She hovers for a few minutes behind K'tyn, 
finally interjecting, "When you have a moment, weyrleader..."

Kassima nods, glancing out towards the Bowl. "Nay a bad idea, that. I'd 
best track down Simaeva and speak with her about the manner a'fore I 
retire m'self." She raises one hand to salute all those assembled who need 
saluting, and waves to the rest. "G'night, you lot. Fair be the wind, 
clear skies, and all that other similar parting stuff."

Asrai nods, not really convinced. but she manages a smile for her fellow 
Bluerider. "Thanks aph, I'll keep that in mind. Although K'nan and I 
/have/ discussed fostering them before. I just didn't think it'd be this 
soon.

Aly hangs out, looking for some cute rider to lure back to her weyr.

K'tyn grins at Jehrina. "Aye. It could have. Ah! I need a drink."

You slip out of the records cavern.