Post by Zen on Dec 22, 2017 2:40:32 GMT -5
10th Pass, 5th Turn, Early 11th Month
Weyrleader A'zael
He'd so far left the leadership lessons for the oldest Bronze and Brown Weyrlings up to B'rax to teach, since they were more focused on being a Wingsecond and Wingleader, as well as basic leadership skills, delegation, mediation, the like. But starting in the Weyrlings' 17th month, the duty passed to him. He was the only rider currently in residence at Mavros that knew what it was really like to be Weyrleader. Therefore... he was the best one to teach these young riders about what it took, what would be expected of them, should they ever hold the position one day. B'rax may have been something of an interim Weyrleader on the Council before Zalmaranth's maiden flight, but he had still had the Council to help him. He hadn't done it alone. Not that A'zael doubted that the man was capable of doing it on his own.
So he'd met with B'rax earlier in the day to review what he had already gone over with the five weyrlings he was expected to start teaching twice a sevenday until their graduation. He remembered his own lessons. It had only been him and B'nar, and after the Wingsecond/Wingleader lessons had concluded, B'rax had focused more attention on him than B'nar, being that B'nar rode a brown. A'zael found himself apologizing to his then friend after their lessons, feeling like he was being left out, like he was the one getting all the attention, but B'nar had taken it all in stride. He'd only laughed and said it was fine. It wasn't likely Godoth was going to be catching any golds, after all. A'zael needed to know this stuff more than him.
“What can you tell me about them? Anything I should know?” he'd asked the older bronzerider.
“Well.... It isn't likely that B'zor will ever be in a leadership position, unless his brown Litniroth is lucky enough to catch Zalmaranth, but that also seems... doubtful. He's a good young man, hard working, but... not leadership material. G'drin doesn't like to take anything seriously, so I don't particularly see him ever being granted a leadership position either, not unless or until he matures, at the least. He has potential, but he doesn't seem to want to use it,” B'rax informed him with a slight frown.
“Remind me... G'drin is... his dragon, I mean?” A'zael asked.
“Brown. Thundosomth. The other brownrider, T'yer of Muldiseth, he has a good head on his shoulders. And with Muldiseth's size, I could even see him managing to catch Zalmaranth if he was lucky. If nothing else, he would certainly make a good wingsecond once he's had a bit more experience, perhaps wingleader,” the man seemed to like this one.
A'zael hmm'd thoughtfully, “And the bronzeriders? G'rett and D'nel?” Their dragons' shiny hides made their names popular in the Weyr, “Which dragon is whose?”
“G'rett has Mastromideth, the larger of the two. D'nel's is Nadornith.”
“Right, the dark one,” he still remembered the shock of Nadornith's hatching. Everyone had thought him black at first.
“G'rett is reluctant, but I believe he has potential if he can be made to see it himself. D'nel is more confident, more comfortable. Good luck,” B'rax gave him a small smile, “I'm sure you'll do fine as a teacher.”
A'zael sighed, “Sure. Guess we'll find out.”
And find out they would. He leaned back against his desk as his five new students settled into their seats at the large table in the center of the room. They should already be familiar with the place, as he'd let B'rax use his office for their previous lessons. Once they'd all five settled in, he pushed to his feet, “B'rax probably already told you all, starting today I'll be taking over your extra lessons. We'll be switching from focus on the requirements of wingseconds and wingleaders to more indepth political lessons, as riveting as they sound, and the requirements of the rank of weyrleader, on the off chance any of your dragons are ever lucky enough to win a senior gold flight.”
He tried to keep the sarcasm to a minimum, but a little seeped through despite his best efforts. He stood at the head of the table and looked around at them all, “If you would, introduce yourselves. Once that's out of the way, if you have any questions about being weyrleader that you'd like answered right away, you can feel free to ask, and we'll go from there.” He nodded toward one of the brownriders, the color his dragon clear in his rank knots.
“I'm T'yer, rider of brown Muldiseth,” the younger man began, “If our lessons are shifting to weyrleader stuff... do brownriders really need to be here?”
“Yes. It's rare, of course, but it's not impossible for a brown to catch a gold. It's better for you to be as prepared as you can, just in case. Otherwise your Weyr will be left with a weyrleader that has no idea what he's doing,” he fought back the urge to use himself as an example. He waited, but T'yer only nodded, so he turned his attention to the next boy.
“G'drin, rider of brown Thundosomth,” the boy sat back in his chair, eyeing A'zael appraisingly. Hm. So this was the possible troublemaker? He'd been one too, during his candidate and weyrling days. Never taking anything seriously. The boy leaned forward again, “I got a question... do the girls just throw themselves at you when you're weyrleader? They do, don't they? I mean you got two from our class alone.”
A'zael raised an eyebrow at him. Bold, wasn't he. And yet he could see himself asking the same question, had he actually had a weyrleader to ask it to when he'd had these lessons. And a weyrleader with his reputation.... He wasn't initially sure what two girls the boy was referring to. Mollin, probably, which he wasn't going to talk about right now, or ever, with any of them, because it wasn't any of their sharding business. The other... Srunae, he supposed.
“They do, but that isn't the sort of question I meant, I apologize for not being clear,” he responded shortly, not giving G'drin the satisfaction of seeing him angry or annoyed. That had always been his goal with K'ton, not that it had been difficult to accomplish with the grumpy old watch wher. It was better to just not be phased at all. Not giving G'drin another chance to talk, he nodded at the next man, a brownrider by his knots, “Your name?”
“Oh, I'm B'zor, my dragon's brown Litniroth,” this one looked about A'zael's age, maybe older? The one B'rax didn't have much hope for when it came to leadership. So it wasn't surprising when no questions were forthcoming.
A'zael shifted his gray-blue gaze to the remaining two. The bronzeriders. He actually knew both of their names, and could match them up correctly, but he was still going to let them introduce themselves, “And you two?”
Alyx avon
If either of you two have any more smart comments from G'drin you'd like him to throw out through the course of this thread, feel free to play him a bit, I imagine him as a little shit xD