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Tolara was leaning up against the wall, eyes half closed. It wasn't tradition to use the council room for this sort of meeting but it was the best place she could think of. Most riders knew where it was, and there wouldn't be a very large group...Sitting on a table next to her were a few slates. She was sure that people would suddenly remember another flight and the order would have to be changed. The final protection would, of course, be left to the rider but it might help to know if Benden's Queen was due to rise soon just as you needed to leave you're own Weyr due to a flight.

Tolara groaned waiting for the trickle of people to start coming in. Flights just brought too many headaches, she reflected. Before and after.

The sound of a hesitant voice broke into her thoughts. Opening her eyes, Tolara smiled tiredly at the girl. Stalling for time she nodded trying to remember who she was. The face suddenly snapped into place.

This was the person Morkth confused T'rin about leading to Glith snapping out of her stupor. The smile became a tad more real as Tolara nodded again. "Yes, Weyrling gold rider right? I'm sorry I haven't learned your name yet..." Tolara closed her eyes thinking. "When more people arrive stay in the left corner of the room and try to grab all the weyrlings you see allright?"

((*snort* poor R'dan, lol))

Faerra stood outside for a moment. Ah yes, the coucil room. She knew where this was, like she knew where most other places in the weyr were, possibly including some places that she shouldn't know about. Ah well, it was that sharding flit Tao, who had led her on so many wild goose chases of his, she found it hard to get lost now. Taking a breath, she entered, seeing only Tolara and Kirana there right now, the others had yet to arrive. "Hello," she called softly. We're meeting in here...?" She crossed the room to stand by Kirana. What could this meeting be about?

Mine, What is happening? I want to know too!

Nothing right now love, we're still waiting for more people to show up.

Oh, alright, but when something happens, I want to know.

Faerra smiled back as another woman entered the room. "Hello, you must be from Benden, I don't belive I've seen you before. I'm Faerra, bonded of green Mystith, nice to meet you." She hadn't seen this woman before, was she a gold or greenrider? She puzzled over this for a moment before Mystith sent her an image of a large, sun coloured dragon. Ah, so gold then. So far, she was the only greenrider here. She hoped more would come, so that she wouldn't feel so conspicuous. Not of course, that she didn't like gold riders, on the contrary, one of her best friends, Nae impressed a gold. But golds and greens were different, in a lot of aspects, and so would probably deal with slightly different things.

Gail navigated the inner stairwells with little trouble considering her sense of direction. She was entering the upper levels that held the wing leaders and highranking bronzes.
Lavish decorations were hung around the walls depicting heroic draconic scenes. The texture of the air was thick with the musky scent of insence, it was a familiar smell from her foster home of Ista. Someone up here must have some forigien tastes she thought. She pulled back the rich red curtains to the council room and quietly slipped through, her soft leather shoes making a soft shuffling sound on the tiled floor. She stared at the mozaic on the table in amazed wonder, she had yet to see something quiet so beautiful. It was quite a area to behold. She looked to the Weyrwoman who sat at the head of the table in a dark wooden ornate chair. She was leaning on one arm; she looked tired but her eyes were sharp. Gail bowed to her as she entered.
"You summoned me, Weyrwoman?"

Tolara shook her head the words bouncing off the walls. 'Weyrwoman!', 'Weyrwoman?' 'Weyrwoman.' She bit back a groan at hearing the formality although thankfully Naeryn had slipped.

"Ah, Gail. Yes, we need to get mating issues cleared in the air. Why don't you wait over on the right where all the riders will go?"

She had barely finished speaking before a gaggle of weyrlings swamped the room. Well, that was a bit of an exagarration. There weren't that many weyrlings with Rayinte but they seemed to take up more space than they should. Tolara began to doubt the wisdom of this particular room. Would there be enough space, her mind fretted.

It will be fine..Glith soothed her rider. Everyone will fit.

The smile she offered Rayinte was slightly stressed but stable and real. "Allright, well... As soon as you think everyone from Benden is here we'll begin. In the meantime why don't you go talk to Gail, one of our green riders." And the only one from Fort, Tolara added silently.

Briefly she counted heads on the weyrling side. They were still missing a few...

Eventually, a timid head pokes into another room. Like any other male, he refused to ask for directions and had stumbled around the Weyr for what seemed like Turns. He was surprised to see so many people already milling about in the room, but from the lavish decorations, he gathered that he was probably in the right place.

R'dan spotted Tolara and quietly slipped into the room that was almost filled. He found a spot along the wall near a few of the other weyrlings and stood, looking closer at the others in the room. From the various knots, he gathered that some were here from Benden. He spotted some that appeared to be weyrlings, though that one girl, with the weyrling goldrider knots, looked to be a bit old. He noticed the knots of another Benden goldrider. The others wore knots of weyrling greenriders. Then there was the greenrider from Fort across the room and the other greenrider weyrling and the two goldrider weyrlings from Fort.

Waitaminute. Females. All females. Why was he here? In a large pool of females? Oh why hadn't Amlaith at least warned him about this?

Embarassed, the boy wanted to leave, but he had been summoned, so he'd have to endure the meeting. Someone moved and he finally spotted another boy, with the knots of a Benden weyrling. Also a greenrider. Giving a sigh of relief, R'dan slowly made his way over to the only other male in the room, also the only other male greenrider on Pern.

Giving a slight smile, he extended a hand, introducing himself. "R'dan, of green Amlaith. Weyrling here at Fort."