R'xeh, relaxing? .... More like plotting. (Full)

[kelshii]

R'xeh, feeling the need to be quiet and listen for the time being, did so, and paid attention to every word that the others said. He weight them carefully, and then his mouth split into a wide grin.

He stepped back a pace and spread his arms open and up in the air, startling his Fire-Lizards as his shoulders shifted. "So, are we the rebellion now?" He asked, his eyes glittering and his grin turning wicked. "How do we go about this? Any ideas, anyone? And how many people do you think are in agreement with us? ... I know my sister is... I suppose we'll just have to keep a sharp ear out and listen for complaints."

R'xeh had plenty (and perhaps a little of that showed in the way his eyes snapped and in his stance), but he wanted to hear the other's, if they had any.

Lamorkth replied that he was well to, and thank you, to his Clutchbrother, and was then quiet, as R'xeh sent an actual mental list of the havoc he planned to cause, if he had the chance, and ideas for how the rebellion could work, before sharing it with the others.

The Bronze wasn't surprised, but merely gave a loud, deep rumble in his chest, signifying his agreement and amusement with the plans. R'xeh rolled his eyes, but didn't do anything else.

((OoC: Kinda short, but I'm in a hurry...))

[Shikai]

Myra smiled back feebly at Kitari as the other girl understood, and expressed what she had failed to. The tall girl couldn’t help but feel out of place and unsure of herself with all the others around. She subconsciously pressed her back further into the rock she was leaning against, as though trying to melt through it and disappear.

At least L’kas seemed to have little intention of turning them in. She listened quietly as he reassured them of this, and voiced his own feelings about the Weyrleaders. It was interesting to hear that a rider from the other time shared their views. Who knew how many more dissenters there were in the weyr?

What was the analysis?[/color]Aglovth inquired.

A horrible, horrible thing. She answered, and the blue could tell that Myra did not want to say anymore about it.

If it was truly not done before, than I do not see why the Weyrleaders felt it was needed now.[/color]

Because they’re tyrants, Aglovth. She replied, her mental voice outwardly calm but containing a harsh undertone.

Myra didn’t quite meet L’kas’s eyes as he looked at her, never having liked the strange, exposed feeling it brought.

Pan chirped in greeting from Myra’s shoulder as Cael appeared on L’kas’s head, and Lyra gave her own haughty chirp as well. Tired of sitting still, Pan jumped into the air and landed atop the rock Myra was leaning against, where he surveyed the people curiously.

Rebellion. Myra didn’t like the sound of the word as R’xeh said it, for images of people fighting and dying with belt knives and all a manner of weaponry sprang to mind. Was it necessary? Certainly. She couldn’t stand the disquieting rumors she’d been hearing. The tales of unwilling holders made candidates and the demands the Weyrleaders were making on the holds had been progressively worsening. Myra was from a hold herself, and while she had hardly been happy there, she didn’t like to think that her family and the people she knew were being subjected to the tyranny of Sitareh. What happened to autonomy?

She hadn’t planned to answer R’xeh, but a glance at Aglovth forced her to voice her thoughts. How were they do go about the rebellion?

“Quietly. I agree that something must be done…but we must be careful. We have our dragons to think of. They’re so young…”

[Kitari]

As L'kas's calm demeanour shifted to one of past outrage, his features crumbling into remembered anger and distaste at the newly sanctioned Analysis, Kitari was reassured that he, too, was not bluffing in order to gain their confidence for false reasons. It was apparent that all of those here felt strongly their displeasure with the current Weyrleadership, although the Weyrling suspected Myra was not willing to display such sentiments with so many unfamiliar companions around. She would have to speak to her friend in private at a later time, to ensure that the tall girl was in agreement, before she could firmly settle the other in her plans. Either way, Kitari was confident that Myra would not betray her trust.

It was somewhat of a surprise to learn that the Analysis was new, for the Weyrleader had certainly seemed well-practiced and prepared during it. Still, Kitari was relieved to hear that the Histories had not failed her, that this was a new practice, which could be as easily abolished as continued. The thought caused her lip to curl slightly in disgust, for of all of the new traditions to initiate in a new time, that seemed to be the worst idea anyone could have come up with. And ideas were what they needed, if they were to form a front, as R'xeh suggested. The Rebellion. It definitely had a ring to it.

I like it, Lefayeth commented, her attitude quite confident now that it seemed others were finally willing to listen to her rider. She knew that it would be her task to aid in swaying the dragons, and in trying to keep quiet ones that might be inclined to gossip. It made her feel empowered to know that Kitari valued her aid so greatly in this affair.

"I actually have quite a few ideas," she murmured in response to R'xeh. At Myra's warning, Kitari nodded, then added, "But first..." She turned to silly Falcon, who was still clinging to her hair and chirruping in a defeated manner, and peeled him off her shoulder to sit him on her forearm. "I need you to go up there," she pointed at the air, "and warn me if anyone else approaches the Lake. Do you understand?" Lefayeth reinforced the instructions for the fire lizard, ensuring his comprehension. Falcon warbled in despair at the danger of such a task, but he did as he was requested and leapt off to circle lazily over the group. After all, his usual, agitated, erratic flight might draw undue attention.

Assured that they would be having no more unexpected arrivals, Kitari gestured for the others to come closer. "First, I think we should use the assets we have: our little friends," she gestured upwards at Falcon, "can be very useful as guards to our meetings, and possibly in gleaning gossip from others, if we can be careful to control their own information sharing." Her blue eyes shifted from face to face as she spoke, searching for the thoughts reflected there.

"Second, I think we should keep the news of this 'organized front' down to as few people as possible. I'm not suggesting that we don't recruit, because we certainly need others to aid us, but we shouldn't be sharing all information freely with everyone we meet. In fact," she breathed, wary of the responses to her next suggestion, "I think that only those selected by this group here should be allowed to take part in meetings. Anyone else will need to find out about decisions through their contacts, so that the main core of our Rebellion is not compromised by spies." Abruptly, she stopped, nervous in her anticipation of what the others might say to that longwinded speech.