An Asset to the Weyr

Writers: Emma, Rochelle
Date Posted: 15th January 2007

Characters: K'deren, Eleada
Description: K'deren calls Eleada into his office for some good news.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 6 of Turn 4

K'deren

With a smile on his face, the brownrider bespoke his dragon.

**Donneth, can you get a hold of Gliorith's, and have her join us in my office as soon as she can?** he asked. **Tell her that it is, important.**

**Important?** Eleada asked Gliorith nervously as she changed course from the dining cavern to the wingsecond's weyr. "Did he say why?"

}:No. But Donneth says his rider is not upset.:{ Shrugging, but only marginally reassured, Eleada navigated the hallways until she reached the door to K'deren's weyr. Taking a deep breath to steady herself and wondering what this might be about, she squared her shoulders and knocked.

"Come!" called the Wingsecond.

Eleada entered, closing the door neatly behind her. "Good day, sir. My duty to Donneth." She said politely. "You asked for me?"

"I did, please take a seat." K'deren gestured to a chair, hoping that this would go well.

Crossing over to the offered chair, she sat gracefully at attention. She watched him carefully. He hadn't been upset last time he called her over.
He'd complimented her instead, but that was after drills. There was far more weight to being called into his weyr... Had she done something after all?

Calmly, she raised an eyebrow, not letting her worries show. "Sir?"

"This won't take long, but if you'd care for a drink?" He pushed a jug over in her direction and handed her a mug. "A small drop of wine won't hurt."

**Wine?** She thought, startled. Most people didn't offer wine if they were about to reprimand them, but this couldn't be just a social visit...
She quickly decided to take his offer. It wouldn't do to insult his hospitality, after all, and she might actually need it... "Thank you sir."

"It's kind of appropriate don't you think?" he asked as he held out his open hand to her, the knots of a wingthird resting on his palm. "A toast to celebrate a promotion."

Eleada stared at his palm, her eyes as big as saucers and bulging.
Wingthird? Her? _Her_? She was only twenty-six. It seemed a bit unlikely... of all the people in her family, only ambitious Jorada and bronzeriding D'rayn held any rank. But her? She had dreamed as a child of course, of besting Jorada and Impressing gold to become Weyrwoman, but when Gliorith had entered her life such petty concerns had fallen by the wayside. Her, a wingthird?

She swallowed. "Me?" She squeaked, her hands closing a little tighter around the mug. "Are you sure... I mean... me? A wingthird?" There. She'd said it. And it sounded good... Wingthird Eleada. It was starting to grow on her.

"I'm sure, it's yours. If you want it that is?" He smiled. "The Weyrleader agrees with me, we both feel that you are an asset to Dolphin Cove, and that you'd be even more of an asset as a wingthird."

The _Weyrleader_ thought she was as asset? She couldn't think for a moment, blinking in astonishment as she stared at K'deren. Then she mentally shook herself, trying to wrestle some common sense into place instead of the pride and growing attatchment to the idea of power. She covered her internal struggle with an automatic sip of wine, then settled the mug back in her hands, composed again.

"May I ask what I will be doing as wingthird?" She asked quietly. "I realize that Cyclone is short a Wingleader as well right now. Is that going to affect those duties?" She wanted to know exactly what she was getting into before she took those oh-so-tempting knots...

"Mainly leading and coordinating the switch over half way through fall.
There will be some hidework as well, and a need to lead some drills for the green and blueriders." Perhaps there would be a little more hidework than normal, given that they were between wingleaders, but nothing he didn't think she could cope with.

She thought for a moment, working it over with adrenaline induced speed.
It certainly sounded manageable, and she knew the wing would get a new wingleader eventually. But was she really cut out for leadership? It hadn't exactly been a priority of hers... It had always been Jorada's dream. But K'deren thought she could, and what's more, the Weyrleader did.
Promotions did not come around every day, and as a greenrider becoming a wingthird was really as high as she could go. It was now or never.

Why not?

"I'm honored." She said softly at last, taking the knots from him.
She let her fingers run over the new knot pattern, still not quite believing they were now hers. "Thank you." She added, not knowing what else to say.

"You're welcome. Let me be the first to congratulate you Wingthird." He raised his mug, "Wingthird Eleada!"

She raised her mug as well, a wondering smile tugging at her lips. "To me, then. The new wingthird!"

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