[Woky] Potential Allies

[Arcane]

High Reaches was a weyr of too many words and too little action. The weyr had yet to rain firestone on the ones who had wrong them- or even announced their names to the populace.

This was a problem with a weyr being ruled by blueriders, weyrfolk and wherhandlers. They simply lacked a bronzerider's killing edge.

What sort of example was this setting for his daughter?

He petitioned the headwoman again that morning to let him transfer her and had once again been refused. Apparently it went against her mother's wishes, or some such nonsense.

Her mother was dead- and as a garnetrider had never been as sensible as F'nir. Had she been alive to see the state of the weyr, or hear F'nir's entirely persuasive arguments, she would surely have relented.

Out of patience for the day with this weyr and his ways, F'nir sat next to one of the more sensible riders in the weyr- W'lod, a fellow recent transfer bronzerider for Benden, "This weyr dooms itself with its stubbornness."

They should probably do something about that, as bronzeriders. But Faranth, F'nir was at the moment having trouble thinking of what.

[Jabberwoky]

W'lod would admit very few things.

One of them being that High Reaches food was actually decent. Nothing that really nostalgic, or really too far from home, but it was something he found himself looking forwards to enjoying at the end of drills. It gave him time to not have to mingle with anyone else.

Which, today, was swiftly dashed.

The man had been sipping his wine when another Bronzerider - one he barely remembered, mostly for his lack of ambition and utter uselessness - from Benden tried to speak to him.

"I will say this once." He was already cold. "How dare you interrupt my meal?"