Winter, Turn 2511
A drought has lasted for more than a Turn in the Fortian region. Although cold, the weather remains dry, with very little snowfall. The water-level in the lake is low, and the lower caverns are now rationing non-essential water (for bathing, laundry, et cetera).
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« on: June 14, 2013, 10:04:20 PM »
"Returning some charts." V'turo responded, his voice scratchy, his eyes the kind of red that suggested a hard night lubricated by too much wine. "Southern Threadfall charts." He added. The charts in question their wings had added to for the duration of their time spent helping fight over the settled regions of the Southern continent. Their additions had been copied onto what was now the charts for Southern Weyr officially, so these ones were to go back to the Records room. Rather than have one of his wingriders do it, he'd done it himself not just thanks to his pedantic nature in regards to such things but also so that he had reason to be at Southern and with Luka as much as possible.
"Kavath's fine." He added shortly, and refrained from saying anything about how un-sharding-likely it would be to find T'raev in here doing anything resembling work.
He did however have some sympathy in Y'vin's direction. After all he knew what it was like to end up doing all of the hidework required of the Weyrleader... though in his case he'd done it himself rather than foist it off on his own second. He also understood how it could be such a thankless task, though actually with Y'vin being 'second and not Weyrleader, at least he technically wasn't responsible for all the crap that went on, regardless of the input he might have...
... speaking of which...
"Luka's gone." Y'vin obviously knew. Unnecessary comment, but his tone made it pretty damned clear it wasn't exactly something he was pleased about.
« on: June 13, 2013, 05:50:08 AM »
With Kavath passing him the urgency from Anath, V'turo who had been in the middle of collecting a few personal supplies from the Vintnercraft hall, would apparently be taking a detour instead of returning to Fort.
Bring help, bring a healer? Hardly the sort of thing you wanted to be disturbed by, but part and parcel of being a wingleader. And it was Anath of course, meaning there was some trouble with Tegan.
It was just luck, the fact that he was even able to respond to such urgent summons and hadn't been caught up with something or caught with his trews down. Politely V'turo began to extract himself from his current situation. He checked the tethers holding his discreet cargo, holding a rapidfire exchange with Kavath even while he conversed with Journeyman Wyler. He was careful not to give off any indication of alarm to the vintner, and casually made to leave. Best not to cause any sort of alarm or gossip without knowing the full story.
Yes the drought. Yes he was pleased to have the wine. Yes Kavath was a fine dragon. Really must be going.
We'll go straight there.
~Anath said a healer is needed.~
V'turo considered this. No, we'll get one if we need to but it'll waste valuable time if we take a detour, and if whoever is injured is past help then a healer won't do them much good anyway. And perhaps their timely appearance might halt whatever was going on before it got out of hand? Wishful thinking perhaps, but a judgement call V'turo was comfortable making all the same.
~Be calm, Anath.~ Sorting through that tumult of emotion and images for information was nigh impossible, but certainly the fear was obvious, and panic edged the brown's thoughts sharply. Kavath sent a wave of reassurance, ~We come~ Kavath responded to Anath, plucking the visualisation from the sketched out brown and sharing that with V'turo.
V'turo recognised some of the Flora, the lush green that could only be the Southern continent, and he cursed inwardly as he mounted Kavath and strapped himself on. Naturally some hotheaded rebellious types would be sneaking off to Southern. Naturally. And truth be told he and Kavath had done the same, only discreetly sharditall, and not anyplace where a dragon might be remarked upon or the red-bronze hide of Fortian Kavath would be recognised. He also had far more reason to visit Southern than most, to see Luka and Ariyamuth, so at least he had legitimate cover for clandestine forrays to the South.
Kavath launched himself upward, and once clear of the ground, with the visualisation strong in their minds, he winked between.
And popped into view some distance above the clearing, casting a great shadow where Kavath's wings blocked out the sun. He circled around, banking sharply so that V'turo could see the chaos below.
Tegan, P'tai -unconscious?, and J'age.
There was a good sharding reason the three of them had been assigned into separate wings, by him actually, while he'd been weyrleader, though J'age had been a more recent arrival V'turo knew well enough that the brownrider was difficult...
... and P'tai, a dissenter if there ever was one. It was no surprise to see either of those two here and apparently in a dragonload of trouble.
Kavath bespoke Wyth directly, with all the rank authority a bronze dragon could muster. ~Be calm, be strong, lest you chase yours between with your chaotic thoughts~
Kavath ignored him and backwinged down to land.
« on: April 11, 2013, 05:28:07 AM »
"Trunuff." He agreed easily in regard to her sass, grabbing a meat roll, and still not using the fork. Holding it though. Forgotten about it really. It would be odd if she edited herself. Still, she'd surely come to do more than just Tegan at him.
"Mmmm well, thass where you're mistaken. Didn't miss 'em when I haddabe there. Weyrleader. And such." Especially for the clutch Kavath had sired. "But before, even when you impressed your big fella, I wasn't there." Not at the hatching. At the feast yes, he'd been there and absconded with Luka, but not the hatching. She wouldn't know that, not being born and raised Fortian.
As for this old thing, that made him chuckle to himself, amused. "Not so old." That was the problem. Big part of why there'd been so much opposition, plenty of whispers from most every other weyr except Benden. But here was Tegan, wingrider of his, calling him old. Interesting switch of perspective. It wasn't lost on him, the irony. But also perhaps she had the truth of it, the past several turns, since arriving in the ninth, it was as if he'd lived all the lifetimes in between.
As for the drunk part, he was working on that. He picked up the cup she'd poured for him, and gave her a salute before downing it in one. Because he could.
Kavath's response was a vague confusion, an air of pensiveness and of effort to remember, and finally he provided images lifted directly from the forefront of V'turo's mind: first a young boy who, while barely recognizable due to it not being Kavath's own memory, had a sense of 'mine' imposed over it. The boy was at a hatching, but not on the sands, rather in the stands. And then a woman fell. And she was slashed by a confused dragonet. That image faded and was quickly followed by another of the boy watching as a blanket was pulled up over the woman's face.
That one faded too and last was Kavath's own hatching, this one much less foggy but still with an indirectness that painted it more as V'turo's remembrance rather than his own. Kavath stumbling, rushing, and trampling another in an effort to reach him. The other was hard to make out, blurred almost, while the newly minted weyrling V'turo, perhaps Tegan's age, was thrown in sharp relief. And then it was over.
« on: April 09, 2013, 04:36:37 PM »
"Working on it." He agreed with a dryness that was further supported by the gravel in his voice. "Ran out 'fore could make a real run at it." There were levels of drunk of course, and V'turo did consider for a moment explaining this in detail to Tegan who was possibly young enough to have not quite made a thorough exploration of the topic on her own, and could therefore do with his instruction on the matter.
"Norm'ly," he continued, winding his way over to sit opposite his wingrider with a liberal sense of nonchalance that was usually absent in his bearing, "I'd offer hospitality, but 'mallout and you 'peartive done yourself well 'nough." Having brought food and drink enough for them both. Thoughtful of her, really.
And he grinned at her then.
Because she'd brought him food! And more wine! Both good. He reached for the plate, somehow found a fork in his hand, but also somehow it stayed in said hand without being used since his other hand had decided upon impatience and grabbed a roasted tuber of some kind, which was already en route to his mouth when he spoke again.
"S'why you came here, girl? T'sass me and feed me both?" He waved the fork at her as he ate the tuber and waggled both brows as if to say 'I'm on to you'.
~Its the hatching. He remembers bad things from before.~ Kavath informed Anath, not sounding particularly pleased about it, but neither did he seem overly worried.
« on: April 08, 2013, 01:57:18 PM »
It had been over for a while. He knew. Kavath did keep him informed of proceedings with updates of who impressed what, and who had been left standing to the best of his abilities. He had even made a token effort toward putting some of his nicer clothes for the feast. But given up with just trousers, and his shirt half-buttoned (and those incorrectly), and a little on the crushed side which was certainly not the normal state of things. His own wineskin was empty and he'd negligently cast it on the ground, which was at odds with the otherwise pristine nature of his weyr.
He'd not expected any sort of interruptions either. And no warnings from Kavath. It was the inner door which suffered a knock. Or kicking. Same difference.
He did manage to get upright. Ish. In theory. He could only tell it was upright due to the feeling of the floor under his bare feet. And when he stood, the familiar measure of Luka's tapestry at head height. So, upright then. There must have been a journey between bed and door, and it may well have taken a few minutes, but it was as if it didn't happen because V'turo was at the door and had it open and was staring at a plate of food.
Oh and Tegan for some reason.
He squinted at her. It was a bit like he could only see through one eye at a time.
She had a wineskin. She could come in. He stepped aside and gestured her in with a flourish. In. In.
« on: April 05, 2013, 07:15:04 PM »
He was possibly the only body in the weyr not currently caught up in a hatching related frenzy: not in preparation and not in celebration (though it wasn't as if he didn't welcome new riders and dragons, it was simply the hatching part that he thoroughly disliked). They meant a lot of things to him, hatchings. They were a time to reflect and... alright, to mope a bit. It wasn't bitterness about losing his position as Weyrleader as some might think, since he still stood by his choices and responsibilities, and wouldn't take them back not even in his mind, but rather it was memories of old.
Admittedly, Luka might have helped, were she here. Shards, she'd have distracted him completely, but as the two were, at Shaynun's bidding, currently seeing to things at Southern Weyr, that wasn't currently on the table. He could have chosen to go to Southern just to visit, to be with Luka or just to be away from the Weyr for the duration of the hatching but as Kavath liked them, it wouldn't have been fair. As usual he would endure it, the heavy memories, with a bit of wine to deaden the pain and guilt of which he'd not yet found a way to let go.
So he was in his Weyr.
Not even trying to distract himself with busywork as he had done in the past, rather the Wingleader, former Weyrleader, was stretched out on his bed, with a wineskin, staring up at the ceiling and drowning out the sound of humming with the magnitude of his own vividly unpleasant memories.
« on: February 22, 2013, 12:18:02 AM »
He had been unsurprisingly taciturn in recent times, but that was not to say that the former weyrleader bore the new one any ill-will. And neither had anyone particularly tried to inquire why it was he and Kavath had not been participants in the flight which had switched things up entirely. Whispers he was aware of, but he'd not address any of them until someone found the wherewithal to actually say something. As it was, the moment Zynkawraith had sought to blood, the moment that his own Kavath, eyes whirling, was ready to follow and chase and catch, he, V'turo, thought of Luka. And of Ariyamuth. And realised in a rush that it would fall to him to see them safely out of the weyr. With Sorilea otherwise... distracted, and with the newest Istan Shaynun more focused on controlling her own dragon, it had been all he could manage to have them both leave, himself and Kavath as escorts.
Once they were away from Fort, it had been much easier. And while he wasn't exactly pleased to have essentially given up without a fight, a day with Luka, just they two and their dragons, had been a balm to him.
And he didn't regret it. There were years yet where he and Kavath might once again lead Fort, and besides, the political climate was hardly a pleasant one from which to lead.
And now, thread. With the wing that was still his. They were flying low today, beneath C'sius and his wing, and the new Weyrleader well above and staggered beyond to account for wind and drift.
It seemed the leading edge had been upon them quickly, and now they were once again in the thick of it. Or the not so thick of it, considering they were below two other wings scorching more than their share from the sky.
~There!~ A clump was in Kavath's sights and he banked, flaming and burning it up in a combustive flash which had V'turo shielding goggle covered eyes. Normally, near the bottom, it was the smaller, more insidious Threads which made it past, which was why his wing was flying Green-and-Blue heavy -- the faster, smaller dragons were a necessity to dart in and out and catch those odd little tangles which spiraled and twisted away from the flame of the larger dragons.
Hearing Faelyth triumphing over a tangle, Kavath responded in kind, and flamed at another.
« on: February 08, 2013, 12:01:41 AM »
"Wouldn't be the first time but thankfully he's less inclined to make more work for me in his old age." That got a rumble of response from Kavath. Hardly old! He was in his prime!
~I always have reason to be smug~ The bronze responded with the utmost seriousness, which very nearly set V'turo off but he held in his amusement, even if his shoulders shook slightly from the repressed mirth. He began the veritable trek that it took to circumnavigate his dragon, mostly so that Kavath wouldn't have cause to take notice. A good thing that the big bronze was distracted: he'd turned his head and was currently fixing J'sin with a measuring stare.
V'turo didn't want to spoil his dragon's fun either. You wish to tell them? Kavath pondered this but where he might have attempted to turn around to look at V'turo who had just stepped over his tail, he stayed still for his straps being removed. ~I will tell Zabadath and Faelyth~ Of course. The silent assent and then out loud, conversationally, "Not that one, J'sin, if you leave it buckled, it holds a whole lot of the little pieces together, and that section can be removed as one. Saves time on the bigger dragons." Simply put, and a tip for the younger bronzerider.
~You should be smug also. Mine is fussy about who he chooses for our wing~ Accompanying that comment, came the visual of the entirety of the wing, with Zabadath and Faelyth and their riders, slotting in there in the vacant positions.
« on: January 30, 2013, 11:52:39 PM »
sorry this is late <3
"Then I hope you enjoy it well." V'turo said, "You don't need to be picky to enjoy a good wine." Red or otherwise. "And don't mention it, really." It was just... important that she knew he certainly didn't see her arrival as a negative thing. Regardless of politics. Fresh blood at the Weyr was a blessing.
"We have a meeting at dawn tomorrow but if that's too early for you, have Zynkawraith bespeak Kavath and we'll see about making a time that suits us all." He added in response to her question.
"I'll leave you to it, I simply wished to welcome you, Shaynun, Zynkawraith." Nods. He offered a tentative smile to Sorilea and a more lingering one for Luka and then left the women to their business.
« on: January 30, 2013, 11:37:32 PM »
Kavath looked somewhat pleased with himself, or as smug as a big ol' bronze could look. He had thought himself rather sneaky. V'turo for his part hid a smile, shooting a quick, fond look at his dragon but hiding his amusement from him since Kavath tended to take himself rather seriously and all.
~They come don't they?~
They do. V'turo agreed easily and offered a nod of acknowledgement to Isobel and then to J'sin as they approached. He gestured at Kavath's straps. They could get at those, he'd be interested to watch anyway, almost like a last minute test even if he'd well and truly chosen them already.
"He's keen to get in the water too, but not with that rig on him, I don't fancy an afternoon spent conditioning water-warped straps." V'turo said rather conversationally.
« on: January 17, 2013, 07:55:47 PM »
You're not wrong, his eyes reassured her silently even as he was speaking. "I'm glad you hoped. You're very.... patient with me." So the next important thing, that every fibre of him wanted before or else, was of course a kiss. V'turo leaned in and gently caught her lips with his own.
There were other concerns to follow, of course, and then better things, but for now he even shut Kavath out, his entire being focused on Luka.
« on: January 15, 2013, 04:23:50 AM »
The smile was the sort that, had he been younger and less wise to women, would have floored him, but it was enough to hold him captivated. That had been the case with her for some time but this moment was different.
"Oh? You already.... knew?" At least her reaction was a positive one, V'turo moved closer at her bidding, and took one hand back but only so he could slide it behind her back and draw her closer to him too.
« on: January 04, 2013, 01:17:36 PM »
It had been the kind of sevenday which somehow required him everywhere at once. Not that V'turo minded overly, but it did mean he had to prioritize a few things -and folk- over others. He dismissed his wing after drills, and as per usual, he and Kavath went right to the lake for a bath, and afterward, the bronze would get an oiling. Not a quick task at all with a large dragon.
~Zabadath and Faelyth are below~ Kavath informed as they circled to land. It took him a beat to match dragon names to weyrling faces, but V'turo was pleased. Oh good. We'll speak with them both now then. And with others from the Weyrleader's wing likely to be heading to the lake too, there was sure to be an audience.
They touched down on the shore and V'turo dismounted quickly and shot a glance over his shoulder toward the weyrlings seeing to their dragons a short distance away in the water. He smiled slightly and bespoke Kavath.
~Mine wishes for yours to join us~ Kavath spoke to Zabadath and Faelyth, ~He requires assistance~ with that came the mental image of the riding straps which Kavath still wore, and of nimble human fingers unbuckling the rig. After a pause he added an additional image of V'turo laying back in the sun, relaxing with a drink, watching the pair of weyrlings do his work for him.
Overdoing it don't you think? V'turo chuckled quietly and reached up to scratch eyeridges as he waited for J'sin and Isobel to join him on the shore.
« on: January 04, 2013, 01:01:06 PM »
It was perhaps a good thing that V'turo had grown use to the company of goldriders, and their dragons, or it might have been somewhat overwhelming to be confronted with three at once, even if he was close with two of them, one in particular. It was instantly easier with Maeyi gone though, and despite his concern for Sorilea's wellbeing, things felt far less heavy.
~You are welcome at Fort, Zynkawraith, you and yours~ Kavath reaffirmed, serious as ever.
"V'turo it is." He agreed easily, ignoring that his knots confirmed who he was. He could hardly be confused as anyone else as Weyrleader, and with the reddish-bronze dragon he rode. "And it's no trouble. I brought a welcoming gift of sorts," He held up the wineskin in offer. "Its Benden red, an old vintage." And one of the last that he had in his own supplies as it were, but they didn't need to know that.
V'turo shot a somewhat cautious answering smile at Luka as she appeared, and a more subdued one at Sorilea, tinged with concern that he was too polite to express in company, and then he shrugged one shoulder almost whimsically at the turn in conversation. Prone to sniffing around goldriders, was it?
"Only where circumstance dictates." He stepped closer to Shaynun, holding the wineskin out to her, and then, with a thoughtful look painted on his face, he sniffed.
"Circumstance." He explained, deadpan.
« on: January 04, 2013, 12:41:05 PM »
"I have always been cautious." He agreed and lifted said hands, carrying hers up to his lips and dropping a kiss on first one and then the other. It was though, time to throw caution aside, and the bronzerider did so without anymore preamble.
"Luka, I love you." It was the truth, plain and simple. V'turo didn't add to it, he simply looked at her and waited for a reaction.