Arrival...For the better?

[.K.aci]

//Tonimine, I think that this is ridiculous that you are worried about what people will say. They should talk - besides, I am a gorgeous Green, and you do know that they will be more startled by my brilliant appearance than what Mother-Queen you hatched from.

With a soft chuckle, the girl at the large Green's paws rose, bracing her hands on the cheeks of the haughty dragon.

--Wyth, darling. Of course they will talk, you are the most beautiful thing out there. However, with humans it does matter what Mother-Queen we came from.

Her dragon oftentimes had troubles separating apart the human minds from the dragon minds. She payed little attention to the 'stupid bald-things,' besides Her's of course. As she had explained it to Toni, Tonimine was not a stupid bald thing. Tonimine was wonderful, pretty, and funny, the most perfect thing in the world. Never had the girl with such insecurities had something be so utterly and mindlessly devoted to her, and it slowly helped heal the scars her own mother had left when she did not Impress the dragon that she had wanted her to. Indeed, Toni's painfully shy and quiet composure helped egg on the dragon that had her own fear's of not being good enough.

Mosawyth had fears of not being good enough, pretty enough, fast enough, small enough, of not being able to be good for Her's. However, as Toni slathered on the praise in full-hearted truth, it soothed the easily fixed moss-green girl, and allowed her to be the pompous Green she was.

//Good, now that that is settled, please, let us go.

An anxious twitch around the Weyr that she had called home now. One of the old Bronze's room, she had taken to staying in it because Wyth had refused to stay in the one that they had been alloted. It didn't matter, dragons slipping Between quietly often enough, older dragons dieing, and no new clutches on the sand's since her own. She loved this Weyr, she loved the simple decorating she had done... Why did she want to leave this?

//Because,

in a tone that broached no argument,

//it is going to be boring and silly and no one wants to stay in a land with no dragons. Besides, we shall be an asset. We are strong, young, and know the techniques of fighting Thread.

With a sigh, Toni did as she knew she would do - assenting to her dragon's common sense and arrogant manner, she finished up packing the few things she needed (the rest stayed behind as though they were just going between and staying between. Kissing her dragon on the nose, the girl rose up and flung her things on the back of the Green, then ambled her to the ledge. Nimbly vaulting to the back of the large, dappled creature, she stretched and finally, with one last look at the great old Queen sunning on her ledge, whispered those fatal words.

"Lets go."

Snapping her wings open and diving out and down, the Green held the picture in her mind with careful precision and snapped into the cold between. A cough, once, twice, thrice, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh... She grew uneasy as they stayed, almost suspended, but Toni was never one to panic, and she quashed her fears... And they were spiraling out over the Bowl of a new Weyr, and with new thanks, she gasped in the warm air, Wyth bugled her arrival.

//A new beginning Tonimine. You will like it, you will see.

--I hope so.

They settled down as they landed, Toni slipping off Mosawyth quickly and removing her helmet.

"I think I'll just wait here for someone to find me. I'd hate for them to think I'm a spy or anything... Do you think they'll recognize me?"

//Tonimine, darling, breathe. I would like my eyeridge scratched, and you worrying about things that can not be helped is not helping that.

A sigh, and she turned to her demanding moss-green beauty, kissing her softly on her nose before rubbing the offered ridge, keeping one wary eye out for anyone approaching, as they must sooner or later.

[Flamewolf]

"Please?"

No.

"Please?"

No.

"Please?"

The dragon was lounging on his ledge of their weyr, head lowered and resting on his front paws which were stretched out in front of him. His rider, the dainty Keldara, was sitting cross-legged between his neck and one of his limbs, back resting against his shoulder. She was trying to get him to go on a joy ride. For the fifth time that day. Galahanth's eyes watched as another dragon melted out of /between/, but immediately he knew that the elegant green was not a normal resident of Araelen. So that could only mean one thing.

I think that may not be a bad idea, Kel.

"Pl-wait, did you just agree?" she said with a startled look, whipping her head to gaze at one of his whirling eyes. He rumbled slightly in amusement.

Yes, I believe I did. A green has come that I don't recognize.

Now, normally a Sr. Weyrling would say that and you'd think, Oh, there's no way he met ALL of the greens already. But Galahanth pays very close attention and is very observant, just like his rider, and when he sees a green that doesn't even remotely ring a bell, something's up. "Let's go!" Keldara quickly jumped to her feet and expertly put on the flying harness.

She may have had problems the first time she did it, but now, she was almost a pro.

It was a little awkward to get her rather small figure up on the great dragon's back; he was large even for a brown and she was quite short. It was actually funny if you happened to watch when they were out of it or not really paying attention. But it was smooth this time (Galahanth picked her up and set her on his back. Cheater) and soon they were gliding off to the new pair.

The brown banked sharply to angle into an area big enough for him. He landed rather lightly for someone of his size, so as to not jar his rider too much. He folded his large wings, his raw umber hide shining slightly in Rukbat's rays. The leggy dragon lowered his frame as Keldara slid off of his back using his leg (it was the easiest way, and it acted like a slide) and landed lightly on the ground with Galahanth's tail as a support "beam" in case.

She walked over to see that the green's rider had dismounted already. She smiled gently at the pair as she thought, I always seem to notice newcomers...Or rather, Galahanth does. "Hello," se greeted Toni. "I'm Keldara." Introductions were always needed in these situations. She'd ask things later. Yet...since when was Keldara the one to ask others anything? Wasn't she the introvert?

Galahanth, meanwhile, turned his wedge-shaped head to the green. The curious look on his face enhanced by the black smudges on his brows gave him a quite grave appearance, but his eyes were whirling gently. Greetings. My name is Galahanth, he said politely, dipping his head slightly to the green. Hopefully his size wouldn't be too intimidating, although he was only a Sr. Weyrling.

[Teehee. Couldn't help it. Kel and Galahanth need some RPing love, and Toni looked lonely.]

[.K.aci]

Mosawyth, of course, was the first to notice the Brown's graceful descent. With an inward murmur of,

//Hello, Handsome

The Green turned from Her's to watch the pair land. At first, Toni only looked confused as the Green suddenly swung her head away from the caress, but then she heard the wingbeats. All color rushing from her face - oh, she hated people - and the girl hid slightly behind the large Green's neck, peeping out. A sigh, and the great neck curled to loop over Her's body, effieciently trapping the girl in the curl of her neck.

--WYTH!

The scared and startled mindyelp came, but Mosawyth ignored it, instead turning her mossgreen body more into the light for the Brown to better admire her.

'Hello. I'm Keldara.'

Toni only nodded, eyes wide in fear, while Mosawyth clucked like a mother hen.

//I do not recongize this Brown, Tonimine, and he is too young to have made the jump. She is from this time, and would not know you.

Quickly and smoothly delivering this into Her's mind, Mosawyth turned to the Brown, blinking coyly at him.

//The pleasure is all mine, Galahanth. I am Mosawyth, and this cowering person is Mine. We are from the old Weyr, hoping to gain addmitance to this one.

Toni, meanwhile, was looking rather like a dieing fish. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened, until finally she closed it, swallowed thickly, and edged farther back into her dragon's protective neck.

"T-t-t-toni. W-w-wingrider of G-g-g-green M-m-m-mosawyth. W-w-we c-c-came t-t' s-s-see if w-w-we c-c-could j-j-j-join t-t-this W-w-w-weyr."

Meet Toni. I'm sorry.

[Shikai]

The world spun by in a blur of colors as sky and earth swirled together, so that it was impossible to tell up from down. The green dragon threw out her wings to catch the air again, and Pern righted itself in Anya’s view from her flying helmet. That was great, Lyonesth! Our best one yet, I think! The weyrling exclaimed to her dragon, giving the green an affectionate slap on the shoulder. I really think so too! We’re improving.[/color]

Yet the pair’s training was interrupted by a flash of green beneath them, causing the weyrling to lean precariously over for a better view. Thank Faranth they had a good harness! Who do you think that is? I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve seen them before, Anyamine.[/color] Replied Lyonesth, sharing her rider’s interest. Hey! They’re landing, see? Let’s go meet them! Anya exclaimed, willing to cut their flying short for the day to see the new arrivals. It wasn’t every day unknown dragons popped in from between, after all! They must be more from the past!

Yet Lyonesth had one last bit of training in mind before she was ready to quit. Without warning, she pushed her wings down, giving them a little lift before she lowered her head and dove, pulling her wings in. Their speed increased as they plummeted toward Pern, going faster and faster as the ground came closer at an alarming rate. Almost…

Now! Anya cried out, and Lyonesth flared her wings, pulling her body back parallel to the ground. The weyrling laughed, adrenaline still coursing through her. Ah, truly there was nothing like riding a dragon! Great, great! You were pretty smooth that time! And your timing is getting better! A definite improvement from the time we nearly went careening into the trees.[/color] The dragon added, earning a wince from her rider at the memory. They glided down in a large, lazy spiral, slowing as they lost the momentum from the dive. The pair descended, Lyonesth backwinging to hover in place for a moment before dropping to the earth, her four feet colliding powerfully with the ground. Anya immediately leapt down and raised her hands to the helmet covering her face, lifting it off and shaking her head to free her short, red hair.

“Hi!” She said, walking toward the two girls – for another had also come to see the new arrival. Her smile widened as she recognized Keldara, a member of her wing. “Hey Keldara! Who’s this?” Anya asked, turning to look with inquisitive friendliness at the other greenrider.

“I’m Anya, by the way. Sr. Weyrling rider of Lyonesth!” She gestured behind her to her dragon as she announced this, and the green rumbled in acknowledgement. It is good to see you, Galahanth![/color] The dragon said to the large brown. And greetings to you. I am Lyonesth.[/color] She continued, turning to the new green.

[.K.aci]

Even as Mosawyth was eying the Brown, Toni was struggling to remember to speak, her eyes darting about and trying to focus on something that wasn't so threatening to her heart. Indeed, it was on a spinning dragon, blurred from here, but she knew it was an older Weyrling from the size of the almost grown Green.

And then, the pair were pulling into a dive... Biting her lip, she watched as the pair pulled closer and closer to the ground... But the control in the young Green's eyes was still there, and the Green pulled her wings open in time, making the nervous girl heave out a breath she had been holding.

They began to do an easy loop downward, and Toni almost smiled, knowing the feeling that this girl must have. To ride a fighting dragon... No better thing in the world. Of course, when the dragon landed next to the Bronwn, Toni forgot everything that she had been thinking before, the color in her face draining even more, if possible.

'Hi!'

A girl with hair as red as her own came striding forward confidently, speaking to the Brownrider with easy familirarty.

'Hey Keldara! Who’s this? I’m Anya, by the way. Sr. Weyrling rider of Lyonesth!'

//Well, that was rude. She should have asked you who you were.

--Hush, Wyth, please!

//Fine! Then you can deal with them, all by yourself.

And the Green threw up the blocks from Toni, ignoring Her's sudden mindyelp and the banging against the walls. Honestly, Her's would have to learn how to deal with people sooner or later. Might as well be sooner.

\\And greetings to you. I am Lyonesth.

Mosawyth was not stupid, and while of course she was superior to this little Green, now was not the time to pick fights. She was new, and it would take a few sevendays for her to get used to the new place.

//I am Mosawyth. I do apologize for Mine... She is a little hesitant to meet new people.

Toni, meanwhile, had accepted that Wyth was not going to help, and so she stared at the two Senior Weyrlings. She outranked them, she knew, but it was a different place, and at the moment, they had a Wing and she didn't. So the girl only swallowed again, loosening her lower lip from the worry of her teeth.

"T-t-t-t-t-t-toni. W-w-w-wingrider o-o-o-of M-m-m-m-mosawyth."

And then the lower lip was again being attacked by her teeth, and she watched the girl's with eyes large and fearful.

--Wyth? Please, darling?

//...