Introductions - Cresce

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T'ran had had a long night and it wasn't over yet. He was under strict orders to bring the new Junior Weyrwoman to Gimna's weyr as soon as he felt it was prudent to escape with her. A drink with Hallek, a few dances with the Lady Holders and he was ready to leave. He had to take Crescentia to Gimna but more important he wanted to find his own bed and sleep off the headache that he had acquired over the last two hours. So as the Harpers were gearing up for another rousing set of dances, T'ran made his excuses to a Lady Holder and her daughter and headed for Crescentia. "Excuse us", he said, not bothering to see who she was talking too. "The Weyrwoman requires Cresce's presence", his tone brooked no nonsense and he showed no intention of waiting, or allowing her to leave Gimna waiting.

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At the moment, Cresce was chatting with an elderly Bluerider she’d bumped into on the way to get something to drink. His company was a nice change from the riders she’d been forced to talk to all night. She was ready to strangle all of the Bronzeriders and a few more forward Bronwnriders at this point and it was only this nice old man and the thought of Anaelth back on her couch that kept her from finding a weapon to slit their throats right then and there.

“Excuse me?!” She snapped at T’ran, her exhaustion and bad mood getting the better of her.

“It’s alright, lass.” The Bluerider laughed, patting her on the shoulder as he turned to go. “We’ll speak again soon.”

“Uugh, you pick the absolute worst times to do these things.” She sighed, massaging her forehead as she glared half heartedly at the Weyrleader. To tell the truth, she had been looking forward to meeting the Weyrwoman, just not so soon. “Ana wants to know if she can come.” The blond added, her tone softening at the mention of the recently awake hatchling. How quickly the Gold had wormed her way into her rider’s heart!

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"And how would Anaelth get there?", T'ran asked, walking with her through the crowd to the stairs near the food-laden tables that led upward to the Council Room. "Gimna can meet her later, let's try to keep this as private as possible", he replied. There was no way the Hatchling could easily get there, if she wanted to walk from the barracks to the Sands and up that entrance it could be done but Gimna barely allowed flitts in her outer room, let alone a baby dragon. He could see Vandyith laughing now, she would love it if her rider was discomfitted that much. "We aren't staying long anyway", he added. He grabbed a cup of wine and passed it over to Cresce, "Hold that for me", as he picked up a covered bowl of soup and a slice of bread. Food in hand he began to climb the wooden staircase through the hole that had long been in the cavern's ceiling.

Of course the Council Room was empty, the glows barely lit as T'ran and Cresce entered. "Please don't do anything to excite her, she's still very weak", he explained, opening the solid wooden door that lead to Gimna's weyr. He frowned when he saw her sitting up, propped on pillows a wellw orn book in hand. "You are supposed to be laying down?", he chided her, setting the soup on the table beside the bed. From behind him he heard Vandyith snort but as it wasn't threatening he didn't say anything.

"Why? You were coming to feed me and the Healer said I could", she replied, her voice a shadow of what it used to be. It was easy to see the signs of heart failure, pale skin and slightly purple lips, her eyes were bright and clear though and despite the breathlessness of her voice it was firm. "And if the Healer said jump off a cliff?", T'ran asked, turning her bedside glow brighter, "I would jump of course but you'd catch me", she winked at him, reaching out to touch his hand. "Weyrwoman Gimna, this is your new junior Crescentia of Anaelth", T'ran introduced them.

"Go see to my dragon Weyrleader, I'll see to Cresce", Gimna made a motion to push him away and T'ran's pained look to Cresce showed just how worried he was about his counterpart. "I won't be far. What is she needed?", he asked. "Her flank is itchy, and you could oil her a bit. You let her get in a dreadful state", Gimna scolded him playfully as she waved Cresce over. "Who are your parents child?", she asked, reaching for the spoon and just missing it. "And T'ran claims to have Searched you. Is that true?", she wanted to know about Cresce. Gimna wasn't sure how much time she had left but she wanted it to count.

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“No need to get snippy, I was only passing along a message.” Cresce replied sourly as she took the wine, wrinkling her nose at the smell. She wasn’t all that fond of wine to be honest, though she had a feeling that she was going to have to get used to it after a while. He said no, love. You’ll get to meet Ginma eventually. We shouldn’t be too long, though.

Oh, alright. Anaelth replied with a resigned sigh, though she didn’t seem to be opposed to the idea of going back to sleep. I will see you when you return. She told Hers before drifting off to sleep once more.

Cresce could only shake her head and smile indulgently as she followed T’ran, wine in hand as they climbed the stairs. She had to blink her eyes quite a few times until they adjusted to the light of the dim glows, but when they finally did she had a quick look around the council room. It didn’t seem very impressive in the low light. Just a giant table with a bunch of chairs. The Weyrleader’s voice snapped her out of her observations and she stared at him with a pointed look. Like she was going to try and give the Weyrwoman a heart attack, please. As much as T’ran annoyed her at times, it was rather touching to watch him interact with Ginma. They were… sweet, she decided, though she didn’t think she’d be able to appreciate something like that. Then again, with all the males in the Weyr oogling over her like a piece of meat, she’d be lucky if she had any to pick from when she was through with them.

“Ma’am.” She murmured, giving Ginma a little half curtsy before giving T’ran a bemused look. Talk about mother hen. It was a relief when he finally left, though now she was presented with a whole other set of problems. “T’ran did search me, though it was only because I made him.” She snorted as she looked for a chair to sit on, settling onto a bare stool instead when the former couldn’t be found. “My parents? My mother is Lady Sere of Tasking and my father,” Is a no good dirty… Oh, what the hell. “Is that no good dirty sharding bastard T’sun.” She practically spat. She wasn’t hiding anything, especially her opinion on her father.

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Gimna smiled. "You made him? T'ran is hardly the type to be made to do something unless he wants to", she mused, pulling herself into a better sitting position she also pulled a light weight bed table over her lap. "Hand me that soup bowl please", she asked, setting aside a writing utensil and hide from the table. "But for all his bother he is a good man. He had a hard beginning T'ran did, and while it doesn't excuse most of his actions, you can understand the motivations behind it", she added, closing her eyes for a moment. "I will have him killed if he keeps coddling me. I don't plan on dying any time soon, no matter what Hallek would have of me", her mouth set in a firm line.

"T'sun? I hadn't heard of any children but then the riders know how I feel about them running off to Holds to find girls. There are plenty of women here and we do not need the trouble that impregnating Hold women brings, especially when the riders don't do the honorable thing and marry the poor women", she added, clucking her tongue. "Still he is a good rider, meet him yet?", she asked, then rolled her eyes. "Vandyith is giving T'ran a hard time, at least she is amused. It's been so hard on her these last few months, she barely left me", there was love and tenderness in her voice. "The dragons are our soul mates but Vandyith is my best friend. She knows all the good and all the bad and still loves me. How many people in this world can you say that about?", her smile was fond, "T'ran is a friend as well but he's only taking good care of me to protect the Weyr. He's so obsessed with freeing us from Lidal Hold", she tapped the table with her fingernails, "You'll be a good distraction for him, while he tries to teach you how to deal with brother Hallek. That's good, he needs it", this smile was warm and encouraging.

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“Sort of.” Cresce shrugged. “Kynmawth didn’t seem to mind.” She added, snorting in amusement at the thought of the Bronze. So fierce one moment and so gentle the next, it was almost laughable. How he was Weyrleader, she didn’t know... Ginma’s voice broke her out of her musings and she nodded stupidly before getting up to hand the woman the bowl. She listened to the woman explain T’ran to her, though he was still just a man looking for a nice pair of breasts to play with in bed with redeeming qualities.

“He can’t be any worse than the vultures circling me at the feast. They’re lucky I was unarmed or I’d have killed them all.” She snorted as she sat back down on her stool, though you couldn’t tell by her tone that she wasn’t joking entirely. They were rather annoying, to be honest, and more than one she wanted to punch in the face, like B’ral.

At the mention of T’sun, she wanted to gag, but didn’t out of respect. “Oh, I’ve met him, and I’m not impressed.” She muttered. “Savath is nice enough, but him... He’s lucky Ravan decided to take me in or the Weyr would have had to deal with me much sooner.” The blond laughed. They were lucky she had Ana or things would get out of control RATHER quickly. Her Ana. Her best friend, her soul made… Shardit, she was already sounding like her!

And that’s a bad thing? The Queenling laughed, apparently greatly amused by her rider. Or would you rather I sound like you, sharpening my claws to slash at any dragon who offended me? Anaelth seemed to be enjoying this despite being woken, once again, from her nap.

You know what I mean. Cresce pouted, rolling her eyes when Ana laughed at her. You’re mean.

And you’re silly. Anaelth replied with a giggle.

She sighed good-naturedly and turned her attention back to Ginma. “I see what you mean.” She replied, blushing a bit when the other woman said she’d be a good distraction for T’ran. “He might need a distraction from me when I… I mean, we’re through with him.” She could hear Ana giggling in the back of her mind and knew that the hatchling was up to no good. “We’ll play nice.”

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"The vultures? I remember my Hatching Feast", she smiled, lifting her spoon to the bowl. It s hook slightly and Gimna frowned but there was not so much as a quiver as the spoon went to her lips. "They were the same way", she replied, scooting up a bit to better eat. "It's because there are no female riders, or at least that is one reason", she began, dipping the spoon again. "The bronzeriders, most of them anyway, prefer women and with no women riding greens", she shrugged, "There is only you and me to relieve the bronzes".

She cast speculative eyes towards T'ran's direction, shaking her head in disappointment. "I had hoped to further cement his reign here as Weyrleader before a green Impressed a girl. If he was more trusted by the riders he might have been able to keep her here, I cannot fault him for sending the poor child away, no matter how angry it makes me", her hand was shaking again but this time from anger. She paused and caught the blush on Cresce's cheek, "I did not mean that kind of distraction and if he so much as puts a finger on you before Anaelth is a Turn old you let me know. That kind of thing is dangerous", she glanced around, checking for her Weyrleader, "And after a turn stay away from the bronze riders until Anaelth's flight. Find a Holder if you can stomach them or a blue rider, favoring one bronze over another gives them ideas".