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Post by Memorie on Feb 18, 2006 15:16:20 GMT -5
The Fidelis Class was now eighteen turns old. The dragons and riders had finished all the training they would recieve from the Weyrling Instructors, and now it was time to go looking for a wing to be in after graduation. And it was time for M'larain to give the speech he most loved and most hated.
"Fidelis Class, your graduation is nearly upon us. Now is the time that we discuss any questons any one has about the different wings.
"But before you ask any questions, let me tell you a little about the wings. As you should now by now, BloodChar wing is lead by our Weyrleader, J'ren. Between you and I," M'larain said, "I think the nice guys go here."
M'larain smiled. His wing was next, and it was usually a surprise for him when weyrlings turned down an Ardeo or BloodChar offer to come to the Duro wing. "My wing is Duro. Duro is a rough bunch, and a lot of us are rude and inconsiderate as Thread." He shook his head, thinking of P'resh and O'myron. "That wingleader is O'myron, who loves punctuality and those who obey."
"Ardeo, the newest wing, has a lot of the more...loud riders. Rowdy and just a tad off-base, a more than a few green riders and bronze riders end up here." M'larain shook his head as he remembered the rivalry between his wing and Ardeo. O'myron had had to shout at the younger riders on more than one occasion to calm them down, though he had joined in in their antics.
"Are there any questions?"
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Feb 18, 2006 18:21:33 GMT -5
"Excuse me Weyrlingmaster but does it matter which wing we want to be in? Is it not up to the Wingleaders? Or if you turn one down adn no one else wants you can you still go tothat wing. I am a little confused as to how the ceremony is actually run." Z'rion said in a normal tone for him but for a normal person he was loud.
He liked the sound of Ardeo wing, rowdy, eh? Well he wouldn't mind getting into Blood char or Duro and shaking things up a bit. At least he had his good sense of humor and confidence to not be afraid of being in any particular wing.
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Post by Memorie on Feb 19, 2006 0:15:27 GMT -5
M'larain saw Z'rion begin to speak and he ran his hand through his hair. The young man was not terse in his words by any twist or turn of the phrase, so M'larain knew he was in for an inquisition.
"No, kind of, maybe, and I understand that." M'larain laughed a course, harsh laugh. "Yes, it matters what wing you want to be in. If you came to J'ren and looked like you'd never in a million turns want to work for him, he probably won't tap you for his wing. But if you came to O'myron and seemed excited to serve under him, he might save preference for you over another weyrling.
"As far as the decision being up to the Wingleaders, they often argue for candlemarks about who they want for their wing. But if they tap you, and you want to see if another wingleader, say, Ardeo's, wants you over Duro, you may wait to see if they tap you as well.
"But if you turned down Duro for Ardeo, and Ardeo doesn't tap you, Duro doesn't keep a spot open for you. Your spot may be taken by another by the time you figure out Ardeo won't tap you. Then you must wait to see which wing has an opening for you, and you may end up in BloodChar, which wasn't either of your preferences."
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Post by dragonmenta on Feb 19, 2006 1:39:50 GMT -5
D'len took that moment to step forward, "And on that subject, i speak for Bloodcahr if you have any questions on them." He gave the group a smile, and his gaze lingered for a second on Z'rion. "I have ridden with them since becoming asst. Weyrlingmaster, and i must let you know, that if you plan to be in the weyrleader's own wing, you must train extremely hard. Although," He gave a slight smile, "Any wingleader will tell you their wing demands high quality from their riders."
He stepped back to let M'larain continue. Truthfully, Z'rion would have no problem getting into his desired wing, as he worked hard and was the only Bronz rider in the class. D'len actually wouldn't mind having him in Bloodchar, although it might not be the perfect fit. Which reminded him, he had to go tell Wginsecond L'kel to organize the Bloodchar interviews as J'ren might be too busy.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Feb 19, 2006 11:49:22 GMT -5
Z'rion listened and looked around at his wingmates...why couldn't they be their own wing...he was really going to miss them. It struck him suddenly that feeling that you get, when you know your life is about to change forever. No one else might be feeling it but Z'rion was... he was going to need to throw a bit of a party tonight. Viderieth...tell our class there is a party at the River two candlemarks before midnight. I'll hahve the wine if one of them can round up a harper or apprentice harper or something on that note.
"In the interviews we should be sort of getting to know the wing as well as them getting to know us, correct?" Z'rion generaly asked stupid questions so that the people in the wing that were afraid to ask got their questions answered. For some reason unbeknownst to teh Weyrlingmasters Z'rion had a very mischievious glint in his eye that could only mean troubel for them.
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Post by Memorie on Feb 22, 2006 12:28:00 GMT -5
M'larain's eyebrow quirked at the question, for he knew Z'rion was not a dull boy. "Uh, yes, of course," he said, giving the bronze rider a questioning look. "Yes, and they will ask you why you want to be in their wing, how you fared in Weyrling training," and here, M'larain gave Z'rion a sharp look, "and how you'd prove to be an asset. Some wingleaders make the interview long and tedious, and some only have the interview last a few minutes, preferring to go off of first impression for the tapping."
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Feb 22, 2006 12:32:43 GMT -5
" Well then I guess theres nothing to be nervous about." He said expansively to the whole group. He could feel the tenseness ain the room and immediately hated it. "why is everyone so nervous...we will all be placed in a wing." What a bunch of wherrie hens...worying about something so silly. We are going to be put in a wing no matter what. After a couple turns you can always transfer... I really don't see why they are all srtressed out.
Too true Z'rion. I feel that party of yours is much needed...
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Post by Memorie on Feb 22, 2006 12:41:23 GMT -5
M'larain nodded. "Exactly. And you will all be placed in a wing, so there shouldn't be any worries on that account." Hoping he had assuaged their interview fears, he smiled reassuringly, and the smirk was rare to his face. "If there are no more questions, go and do your chores. And if you have no more chores, enjoy an afternoon off, because tomorrow, interviews begin."
As the students began to file out, M'larain stepped closely to Z'rion. "Don't get too drunk. You'll all need your heads and stomachs for the interviews." He had known about the party, of course. And Fidelis class wouldn't have been the first class to have one at night. Not to mention that weyrling dragon were almost never good at keeping secrets, and it had been weyrbrat's play for Helliath to find out when it'd be. "And don't stay up too late."
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Feb 22, 2006 13:04:35 GMT -5
"You know you can come if you like, and make sure we don't get too drunk. However I don't know if thats what you call fun.In any case, I am always chipper in the morning. Interviews won't be a bit of a problme... I'm more worried about the nervous people." Z'rion added and began to move towards the kitchens, no doutb he could use his charisma to get him a little wine for the night... and perhaps some extra food...
How does Helliath always find out when I'm having a party... Viderieth sounded a bit put out.
We have a snitch... Z'rion smiled, Lucky for us, they don't seem to mind us having a bit of fun tonight, our last true night left to have a meaningful party.
Never knew you were then sentimental type.
Who said anythign about sentimental...it might be my last night to seduce one of the green weyrlings before they go away and I never see them again...
Don't ruin any of my futeure flight chances...or I'll flame all your hair off.
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Post by Memorie on Feb 22, 2006 14:16:03 GMT -5
M'larain laughed. "No, I think I'll just turn in early tonight and ignore any loud noises from outside my weyr." Hearing his concern for his less outgoing classmates, M'larain nodded. "Yes, and as the only bronzerider from your class, you'll have to make it your duty to give them an ear to worry into. I doubt they'll come seek me out," he said dryly. He had done most of what he could to make sure the weyrlings didn't grow too dependant on him.
The small bronze seems disappointed that we figured their plans out, Helliath said, a smirk coloring his words. The brown prided himself on what he thought was sleuthiness.
Well, it's not as if this class is the first ever to think they're sneaky with a party. Or as if they're the first to think someone will care. M'larain was sure that if the fact was paraded to J'ren, the party would be halted, but as long as it was kept quiet and no one was injured, the classes usually got their way.
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