Cgoldrider to Goldrider ((Corra))

[dragonmenta]

Mariska actually attempted to pull her dark hair into a short braid before going next door to Corra's weyr. She shook the wrinkles out of her clothes and replaced her high boots for a pair of soft slippers. She had to talk with Corra. As soon as she graduated, they would be wingseconds together under Kyparla, and things needed to be sorted. Ok, so Corra needed to sort herself out, but at any rate, they needed to talk. They were oppsoties, that wasn;t to be denied. But they were going to have to learn to work together.

I'm going over to Eilieth's. brhave yourself won't you. Don't say anything rude to the other Queen, will you?.
Of course not Mine. I'm to busy to deal wit her right now. By too busy she meant she was surrounded by a group of males and was currently flirting with her sensual purr of a voice.

Marisk took a deep breath and walk over to Corra's. She knocked twice before entering, nto exactly sure wha the proper protocol Corra would be looking for in her entrance. "Excuse, Corra?" She asked in her husky tone, glancing aroudn the weyr with her ebony eyes. It was time to either sort things out, or let the sparks fly once and for all.

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Corra had just returned to her weyr through the dragon’s entrance with a now gleaming and well oiled Eileith. Dismounting gracefully and straitening her riding skirts, as not even flying as excuse enough for her to where pants, Corra made her way into her part of the weyr. She had just finished taking down her hair to brush the few notes out when two short nocks made her turn on her heal. She opened her mouth to reply only to have the visitor walk in. snapping her mouth shut Corra folded her hands in front of her with the air of a aunty about to explain something simple to a slow child. “Mariska,” the greeting was smooth if not a bit cold, “courtesy dictates that one must wait to be invited before entering a privet room. It gives the owner time to make themselves presentable and assures the visitor that they are available, what if I had not been here?” she arched one delicate eyebrow at the older goldrider, then smiled in forgiveness just this once she didn’t know any better I’m sure the gold weyrling just humfed, in reply.

With smooth hands still shining with oil Corra motioned for Mariska to take the one of the two seats in the sparsely furnished room. She had managed to find some nice tapestries to cover the cold gray of the stone walls but Corra had yet to find the time to get any really pleasant furniture. Turning away from her visitor for just a moment Corra washed her hands in the basin she had used that morning for her face before drying them off on a small towel. She was dressed in her work cloths, a dress of three layers including an apron, with sleeves just covering her shoulders leaving her arms embarrassingly bare. She removed the apron and after folding it neatly took the seat across from the one she offered Mariska. “to what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

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Mariska wrinkled her nose, "Well yes, courtesy dicates many thigns doesn't it Corra?' She said in a sugary voice. Under her breath she muttered, 'And it seems to dictate much of it to you.' But kept her face straight and smiling. Mariska arched a dark curving eybrow in response to Corra's grinning. Her own eyebrows seemed to live up in her brow; her trademark.

She cleared her throat. Now with that nice little greeting it was dow not buisness. She sat down slowly, takign i nthe room. She had been there several times. When she had Impressed she had considered it for her own but passed o nit, of course. It coudl use a little sprucing up. Although, she doubted Corra would liek her weyr to be furnished with a fien array of rich furs like Mariska's was. She wodnered if Corra knew her past profession. She wouldn't approve. Mariska felt rather naked in her midriff baring wrapparound next to Corra, but being naked had never bothered her.

She bit the inside of her lip as she spoke. Her husky voice somewhat muffled. "Now Corra, darling, why should i need a reason to come see my fav-oh well, yes your right." She clasped her hands togehter and began in a montone voice. "As you know, as Kyparla is now our senior Weyrwoman, I am currently the onyl wingsecond i nthe Queens wing. However, that will be your spot to fill upon graduation." An event coming muc htoo soon. "I have watched your progress carefully...and you show potential. It is not your ability as a weyrwomen that concerns me. Not giving any pretences, we don't always see eye to eye. I don't beleive we've ever really had a sincere conversation before. This must be cleared up-for Kyparla's sake at least. It is our duty to serve our weyrwoman, and fall knows you understand duty, and we will not be able to do this as well, unless we can at least repect eachother and work well enough with eacother." She finsiehd her short speech, levely, her gaze meeting Corra's. Her unnerving eyes that could make you squrim seemed to peer right through the other goldrider and in a focused yet unfocused sort of way were as intense as they had ever been. she wasn't the kind of person to seek out conflict like this...but it had come to the poitn that it was necessary.

[dragonshadow58]

Busy with what she was doing with her apron and face Corra did not hear the under tone in the woman’s voice nor the bitter comment that followed. Instead she busied her self with studying her sister rider until she began to speak. She was dressed inappropriately of cores, but Corra was slowly getting used to that, it wasn’t so bad when it was just around the other women of the Weyr but when she wore things like that in public. She tried not to think about it.

Corra smiled through the hole, almost rehearsed sounding, speech, Nodding in many placed to show her agreement, without ever interrupting. When the woman was done Corra continued to meat her odd eyes without flinching away. It was true her gaze was intimidating but Corra had a confidence bordering on arrogance that could defend against such things especially in such situations when they where discussing protocol. “well I am glad that you have decided to bring all of this to my attention. Although,” she would never let something’s go without correction, “it probably would have been best discus with our Weyrwoman as this is very much her business as well.” She smiled her annoying forgiving smile, before continuing in a calm purely professional voice, coating nothing in sugar as she had done until now.

“I am pleased that you have been watching my training and have found it satisfactory, Eileith and I have been working very hard, determined to never sully the name of Gold rider.” Her green eyes flashed briefly as she spoke of Sullying, it was evident what she thought could case such a thing. “You need not concern yourself with me however, as I am well aware of my duties as a Jr. Weyrwoman and wing second to our illustrious leader. But if you would like to get to know me better then that is also understandable, now that Eileith is older I have more time to hold a conversation.” Her voice returned to its sweet sugar as she moved on to casual talk. “so what exactly would you like to talk about?”

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Mariska rolled her eyes, "Corra, for one as corteous as you...do you not think the Weyrwoman has better things to do than deal with our differnces." She sighed, "Now Corra, we're both big girls now. You thin we can't just do this togehter?" She brushed her dark hair out of her face. She sighed, "There is a weyrwoman's meeting soon. You may bing it up if you like. I will not. Parla is not only my Weyrwoman but my friend as well. We are her Wingseconds. You understand the Queen's wing don't you? We get the troublemakers, the pregnant greenriders. The unruly ones. Add that to running Weyr and i'm sorry, but i believe that having to deal with her Wignseconds shoudl be the last thing on her mind."

Mariska folded her arms. It would all be so much easier if they could just have a real arguement for once, yell at eachother and throw things. But no, Corra had to make it all more difficult behind smiles and soft words. Sully the name of Gold riders. She could guess what that meant. but it wan't even a proper point really. So she slept around a little. She had a steady boyfriend now. Him and only him. Didn't Corra get it? The Weyr revolved around sex. Sex was the reason Kvar was Weyrleader, because Kedenth had flown Savath and he had bedded Kyparla. That was how things worked at the Weyr. It was normal and even encouraged.

She cleared her throat, not that it releived the rasp in her voice, though. "Agreed, Corra. i am sure you are absosultely knowedgable on beign a Wingsecond. Again, that is not the issue." She wodnerd how to start. "I think we should get things out in the open. Just tell me what you think of the Weyr, of me. You doun't have to pretend to be all polite and such. What do you really think. I can go first if you like." Her full lips gave a smile. She could certainly go first.

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Corra refrained from rolling her own eyes; they had had a miss understanding that was all there was no reason to comment on it. When she was speaking of having the Weyrwoman present she was under the impression that they where going to talk about her own abilities to be the woman’s second, not their won disagreements, to be honest Corra did not believe that their differences of opinion would make that much of a difference in Weyr work, as long as they both did the work required of them and kept a business like attitude when doing business then things should be fine. But she said nothing.

“you would like to know what I think of the Weyr?” in the turn she had been here no one had ever really asked her that, she debated for a moment on weather she should be completely honest or if she could leave some of the finer details out… “Well since you have asked why don’t you begin? It will give me an idea of how to present my opinions with out accidentally being too rude.”

[dragonmenta]

It was Mariska's turn to want to roll her eyes, and so she did. Well, yes, was she deaf or something? Perhaps she had assumed this meeting would be about her skills. Nope, that was for Kyparla to deal with. This was personal. Mariska grinned, she had just been given an oppurtunity, should she take it for all it was worth or excersize some tact. Well, it wasn't as if she couldn't control her tongue when she needed to.

"Well Corra. As you know. I'm Weyrbred. This had always been my home...always will be. Its practices are second nature to me. I'm afraid i cannot put myself in your...very small...shoes on this issue. The way I present myself are acceptable here. Besides, I rank all those but Kezna, Parla and G'llahar." The Wingleaders were almost her equals, although not in terms of knots...once Zramuth had been flown, the Jr.weyrleader, would also be her equal, but that time had not yet come. "Some i guess i do run a little free. Even most Weyrfolk would say my previous expression was not one for a woman; a hunter. But, again, i don't particularily care." She realized she was speaking mainly of herself right now, but if she could just find the right nerve for Corra, maybe that would help. She decided to go for the punch. "And then, there are the weaker codes of conduct for Weyr life. Not necessaily better or worse than that fo a hold; simply differnt. I believe one of your major issues is the sex? Perhaps its the male greenrider issues...or female blue and brownriders. Maybe its the way we are aloud to publically display or sexuality. But am i not right in thinking you find i am much to forward or lewd in my acts?" She asked, her dark eyebrows risen to wrinkle her brow.

She kept silent for several seconds. "Of you then...May i speak candidly, off the record?" She asked but didn't wait for an answer. "Its all well and good to be proper and respectfull. It is not as if we do not have such practices here...we aren't savages...but really...you aren't in the Hold anymore. You need to loosend up a little." She sighed. It was true, but she couldn't help wonder for a second, if the reason this really bugged her, was because it was starting to seem, as if Corra's proper ways were almost an improvement. It wasn't the Weyr way...but G'llahar seemed to like her, and she wasn't sure how he thought of herself. She was used to people beign almost in awe of her...her intimidating presence...her darker charisma. But when she was around Corra, she almost felt herself liek she was dirty or crude...not lady like or elegant. Well, no one had ever said she was elgeant, except in how she walked, but it was more than that. Well, that was why she was talking with Corra. To sort things out, because even if Corra acted as if everything was all fine and dandy...it wasn't. She took a deep breath, her ample chest rising and falling slowly. "Now your turn."

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Corra waited for Mariska to finish before saying anything, that wasn’t to say her expirations did not change, on the contrary her eyes glared, just a little, at the mention of her small shoes, she was not fool enough to think that she was speaking of the actual size of her feet, no, she was talking about Corras lack of experience and she did not appreciate such assumptions in the least. But she remained quite and respectful flinching only slightly when Mariska acutely hit the nerve of sex. But it was her turn now, her turn to explain exactly what she thought of this entire situation, of this entire Weyr.

“Well thank you, Mariska, for that point of view on the subject.” If possible she sat up straighter, flattening her dress with her hands unnecessarily as though straitening her thoughts. “And as you have found it necessary to bring up breading… I was hold bread on the Northern content, where things are run differently I admit, not so much better as different. Sex outside of wedlock is not uncommon in the holds though it is not as well accepted as it is hear, but that my dear, dose not make it right.” Her voice was soft and not as full of passion as Mariska had been, where the one woman was fire in this situation the other was a stone, unmovable and unfazed.

“Just because something is accepted, almost expected, dose not make it right. If everyone in the Weyr decided to cut off there left hand because it was accepted, dose that make it right? No.” she spoke like someone explaining that two and two made four to a young child that just couldn’t understand. “But I am not so arigent to think that I can change the Weyr or the people in it, Sex is part of Weyr life, without it dragons would sees to be. It is how the leaders are decided, but that doesn’t mean that flaunting it and performing it outside of a flight is right.” Now it was time to straiten out her role in all of this, “all I do is set an example, in the hope that others will see the folly of their ways and behave in a more civilized manner that sets us apart from the beasts that our dragons eat.” And that was that, she was not going to go out and try and change the people but she would be an example to those who wanted to be better people.

[dragonmenta]

Mariska sat tall and perfectly still as she listened to Corra. Her firsy eyes were the only thing that showed what she was really feeling. Perhaps Corra would change once she got her own mate...well, it was a hope. She squinted her eyes for a second. So that was it...Corra simply thought she was better than everyone else in the Weyr. Better than what Weyrlife had been for hundreds of turns. She bit at he nail for a second, just eyeing the younger Goldrider. She thought carefully about wha tshe was going to say, "So...mainly, you are of the opinion that we are in "folly" and you are the one that represents the civilty we should follow?" She asked, riasing her eyebrow.

She thought about what to say next...her plan hadn't really come this far. "Its just well...its not that I haven't noticed how you treat me in comparision to others and i was wodnerign if you had a special problem wit hme. You are always exeptionally courteous with the male rider of Bronze and brown...but do not think i have not noticed the subtle ways in which you tend to slight me." Her eyes bore like daggers into the girl. She remembered the council meeting right after Parla had beocme Weyrwoman.

She bit her lip...thinking for a second. "This can obivously not go on as such....so what are we going to do about it?"

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Mariska’s posture was much like Corra’s own, her body unmoving but her eyes betraying everything. The young gold rider said nothing more waiting patently while Mariska let the silence drift on, obviously thinking as she was perfuming the discussing habit of bighting her nails. When she did speak, Corra sighed in frustration, the woman just didn’t get it. “In a way yes. I believe I am right in my actions just as you believe you are right in yours, the only difference between the two of us is that I have seen both the civil and the.. Uncivil and have chosen the former where as most have only ever seen the former and there for have no way to really make judgments on what is right. And so I will continue to set an example for what I believe is right just as you will continue to do the same with your… values,” or lack there of.

she even smiled a slightly sarcastic smile as Mariska spoke of slighting her, “oh my dear, I have done no such thing. I offer the leaders of this where the utmost respect because they are the leaders and are above me and, might I add, you. I have never been impolite too you though our differences in opinion do make it difficult for me to… open up.” Her own green unfasable, stubborn eyes starred right back at the other rider, like a stone the daggers bounced of leaving barely a scratch in the surface. “On the contrary… Milady, I don’t see how things can change unless you decide to make it so, because I will not give into the worldly temptations that your world view offers. I will continue to treat you in a proper, courteous manner and I will work my hardest on all tasked set to me as Jr. Weyrwoman, but out side of duty, in my own time and my own room I will not change for you.”

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It was time for Mariska to get serious. Corra was beign stupidly stony inher opinion and she was getting mad. "Corra. Have you forogtten that you are a Weyrling? And until you graudate i am Sr. To you as well. There are two above me in the weyr...Parla and G'llaher, but ther eare three above you." She tapped her fingers on the arm chair. Corra was obviously not goign to give up o nehr disdai nof Weyr customs so she wasn't even going ot push it, but they did have to come to a compromise.

"Corra...our relationship is fine for beign to Wginseconds right now. We do our duties well, we follow orders etc. But-" she slammed her fist on the armrest now, "Pretty soon that won't be flaming good enough." She wodnerd if Corra was even a bleiver-that woudl be so liek her, to deny its coming. "Thread is going to fall and our lives will be in eachother's hands and i'm sorry, but i'm just being sharding courteous just isn't goign to cover it anymore. Your damn well gonna have to open up, Corra...don't you realize. We will have to anticipate the other's movements and actiosn i nthe smallest fractiosn of a second...make life or death decision's o na dime." she paused, her eyes narrowing and her pulse quickening. "Now you look inside yourself and tell me, by fall, if being proper is just enough?" She settled back into her chair, still fuming.

Her voice turned low, almost a hiss, "And if that doesn't bother you, our lives that is, remember we are in charge for other's as well. Not only our lives are at stake." She took a shaky breath, pale cheecks unusually flushed. Now lets see how sharding icy Corra could stay to that.
And you told me not to be mean to Corra's?
Shut up.

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Corra listened as stony as ever, though this time she did start to show some frustration with the woman, by inhaling steadily and letting it back out slowly in an effort to stay calm as she would not interrupt Mariska. But once the woman was done Corra was no longer smiling pleasantly, “lives are in our hands? I knew that already Mariska, and that is why, unlike you, I am not loosing my temper or self control.” She spoke politely and quietly, determined not to lose her temper and be brought down to the woman’s level. “When the time comes that we ‘have to anticipate the other's movements and actions in the smallest fraction of a second’ then is it not better to have control over the emotions that you so want me to open up too?” the small smile returned though it was a rather sarcastic mockery of a true happy smile, “I will not risk the life of my Eileith, or of the Weyr by weakening myself because you don’t like me, I will not do it and we will have to Waite and see what happens when the time comes and hope by the first egg that one of us will be there to save the other.” There was not doubt in her mind or voice on who the ‘right one’ was.

That said… it was time to address rank, something that was all too important to Corra and yet she could not bring herself to look at Mariska as too much above her, her gold only being one turn older, but it still needed to be addressed. “I may have three superiors in this Weyr Mariska, and when working for and in the Weyr I have treated all of them as such, but this is my room.” She stood now, gracefully and regal despite her dirty dress and less then perfect hair, “a room, might I add, that you where not envied into. What I do in my room and how I act in my room is none of your concern and the only ones who rank me here are the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader and that is at my discretion.” It was time for Mariska to leave, Corra had great patents but she was dirty, tired and now she was getting angry.

[Dizzy]

Kyparla, head down glancing over a report given to her by Kezna regarding the monthly inventory of the Lateo stores, paid no notice to the slightly raised voices inside the Weyrling goldrider's private rooms. Only when she looked up to knock did she hear anything out of the ordinary, the redhead heard Corra and although the words were muffled by several inches of thick skybroom she got the picture that the young woman was anything but happy. Pausing before her small fist struck the door, the Weyrwoman thought about coming back at a different time.... but couriostiy reigned... She struck the dark wood thrice, "May I come in? If your busy though..."

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Corra was busy looking intently at the other gold rider when the nock came, looking to the door and then back at Mariska, with a look speaking obviously of ‘see that is how it is supposed to be done.’ “Oh no My Lady, I will be there in a moment.” Throwing her hair over her shoulder Corra floated gracefully to the door, if anyone could get Mariska to leave her alone it was the woman on the other side of the door.

She opened the door wide stepping aside to let the woman in, “I apologize for the mess, I had no time to clean up what with company and all.” She smiled over at Mariska with that I hate you right now smile; “if you will forgive me for just a moment…” she curtseyed graceful despite her dirty over dress. Sweeping away from the women Corra quickly picked up the nicer over dress she had set aside before going to bath Eileith and with another bow she moved behind one of her the only decorating feathers of her room, a small screen wall to change behind.

It didn’t mater to Corra that they where both women and that they probably didn’t mind if she took off her over dress, as she had a hole nother under dress on beneath it, in front of them, it was still indecent and now more then ever she wanted to do the proper thing, to spite Mariska. Quickly slipping off her dirty oily dress she let it fall to the floor, as she slipped into the dark heavy green fabric of one of her fancier none formal dresses. Skillfully managing to tie the back on her own Corra tied her hair back with a matching ribbon before walking around the screen again. “I apologies for my rudeness Weyrwoman I gust couldn’t stand the filth any longer.” She curtseyed again then gestured for Kaparla to take her vacated seat, “what gives me the honor of your visit?”

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Mariska's eyes narrowed. Well, if thtas the way Corra wanted it. But she made no move to the door. "Corr tell me about-" She heard knocks on the door. She was going to ask about Corra's family. Try a differnt tactic...see if they could find anything in common. It was Kyparla. As much as she loved the Weyrwoman, the redhead could not have picked a worse time. She swivled in her chair and let her hands drop to her sides as she noticed her knuckles growing white. "Kyparla, its good to see you, as always," She smiled to her friend. Thats right, friend. She wodnred if Corra had any. Well that coudl certainly make someone bitter...

She sighed as Corra changed, by fall, did she have a differnt dress for every candlemark of the day? As the Jr. sacrificed her chair for the Weyrwoman, Mariska's muscles jerked and she stood up almost too quickly. "Oh now, Parla. I insist you sit in mine." She pointed a pale hand at the empty chair. "Now to what do we owe the honor of your visit?" She asked, as she towered at least a head above the other two Goldriders. "I had assumed you were out...' She trailed off. She wodnred if they were going to be in trouble. It was true...only a few peopel in the Weyr scared her, it used to be Ollandra, but now that Kyparla had begun to show just how strong a Weyrwoman she really was, Marisk'as respect for her had continued growing.