Wandering... with purpose (open)

[Mongoose]

E'mil's mother had a flawless sense of direction.

Alone of her children - and she had had many - he had not inherited it. So instead of intuiting his way out of a place or remembering the way he came, he simply had to memorize every inch of a place before he could get comfortable there. He had arrived yesterday to a frankly distressing lack of fanfare and wasted no time familiarizing himself with the Weyr from the ground up. He'd gotten most of the lower caverns covered before Amperoth had demanded oiling and then, succumbing to the weariness he had denied himself all day, E'mil had fallen asleep on his dragon. So today? Main level. Weyr Bowl, beast pens, lake. And if there were any new arrivals, as they seemed to be trickling in steadily, he could intercept them and convince them how important he was before they figured out who was really who around here.

It would probably have looked odd to anybody else: the only person who normally paid this much attention to the exact dimensions of a space, counting off paces, absorbing everything with an intense and hawkish gaze, was either a carpenter or insane. Neither carpenters nor madmen normally wore bronzerider's knots, though, and he trusted that to excuse his apparently strange behavior. That, and the expression of perfect self-importance he had perfected. It said, "Ask me what I'm doing. I dare you. It's an important errand for important people and I'd love a chance to put someone like you in your place."

Mine, you haven't oiled me in five hours,[/color] Amperoth whined.

I won't be much longer, I promise, said E'mil, though he continued to pace and scowl as though he had no intention of leaving.

[Shea]

A pale green form of slender build and larger than average size blinked out of between above the weyrbowl. There it is Kaharaith. Pearl Bay weyr, our new home. Raisa said to her large, pale green, a bit of reluctance apparent in her voice.

The green crooned to her rider affectionatly, There will be enough men there to satisfy us Rai-love. The green seemed more eager than her rider to be going to a new weyr. Picking up on the errant thought the green sent a mental laugh. There will be other males here. The sly comment was well placed. It had been a well known fact back at their old weyr that Raisa went through men fast.

The slim green landed with a minimum of fuss, as only a few people were in the bowl at the time. One of which was a man who was pacing off the demensions of the bowl. The greenrider raised an eyebrow at the man's peculiar activities, then shook off all of that in preference for dismounting from her green's neck and looking around to see if there was anyone who was going to be greeting her, or if she should just find a weyr.

[Mongoose]

Seeing the shadow of a dragon blink into appearance on the bowl floor, E'mil looked up. Green, but a large one. His eyes narrowed as he watched the pale dragon spiral down into the weyrbowl. He couldn't make out the rider just yet, but... It wouldn't do to look too interested. He, she, or whomever was only a greenrider, and he was probably a contender for Weyrleader sometime soon.

Of course I am. And I'll win.

Amperoth, do you know this dragon?

Of course not. Coming back to oil me now? The bronze asked piteously.

Soon. E'mil stopped pacing as the green landed and her rider dismounted. A woman, around his age or maybe a few Turns younger. She probably had more dragonriding experience than he did, seeing as he was really just out of training, but she rode green, so he couldn't get too impressed with her. In fact, he wasn't even going to think about it anymore. Unfortunately, the more he saw of her, the more his dismay took root. She was tall, pretty, and all the other things that tended to annoy him in women.

Still. He was E'mil, wasn't he? That's right. You Impressed me. There's nothing left you could be unworthy of.[/color] While it wasn't exactly the kind of reassurance he'd had in mind, it would do. He stopped pacing, approached the newcomer, then wondered exactly how close he ought to get and stopped just barely within conversational distance. "New transfer, I take it? E'mil. Bronze Amperoth."

[Jasmine]

Jasmyn warily made her way toward the new comers. Wary because she didn't need any sort of fights breaking out. With so few people, it would quickly flitt about the weyr.
She waved a greeting to the two riders.

Azarith was walking behind her. She rumbled a greeting to the two other dragons. She was in a very happy and content mood. Still, it could easily be ruined if someone said or did anything wrong. Tidalwave flew after them, if he curled up he'd be no bigger than Azarith's eye.

[Shea]

Kaharaith hissed softly as the man who had been pacing out distances approached. I like him not Rai-own. Her eyes whirled with reddish hints, and her body tensed.

Raisa watched him with cold eyes, her gaze direct. "Raisa of Green Kaharaith. Yes. Just transfered in." Her words were clipped and precise, a token that some of Kaharaith's dislike was washing over into her own veiw. Then again, she didn't like men who weren't handsome as a general rule, though a good personality could make up for it. This bronzerider didn't seem to have a good personality either though, so her first impression might as well have been set in stone.

Looking past the bronzerider, she saw a woman, about her age, though likely a bit shorter than she was approach. The golden hued dragon following behind her though, confirmed Raisa's suspicions that this was Weyrwoman Jasmyn. Giving a small bow, Riasa spoke with a slight ironic tone to her voice. "Weyrwoman Jasmyn I presume? I am Raisa of green Kaharaith. I hope we can be of service."

[Mongoose]

E'mil met Raisa's eyes calmly, though with a slight air of challenge. At least she didn't mince words; he could respect that. People in general needed to be more straightforward. And shorter. "Well met. I transferred here recently myself -"

But if she needs to know the dimensions of the Weyrbowl, you have that covered. Tell her that, E'mil-mine. Tell her how stupidly you're wasting your time when you should be oiling me. I already know where everything is,[/color] Amperoth said smugly.

E'mil had no reply. He could never say anything harsh to Amperoth. Besides, the bronze was right. He was going about everything in a stupid and inefficient manner, and he shouldn't be justifying it with his own ineptitude. Why did he insist on doing this everywhere he went instead of seeking to teach himself better navigational skills that could be applied everywhere? Because he didn't think hard enough. And it would not occur to him again until the next time he was similarly embarrassed, he knew. His expression grew even more sour from shame.

He saw Raisa look past him and turned, seeing a woman with an enormous whitish-gold dragon approaching. Shards, he felt like an idiot now. He turned and bowed deeply, looking solemn if not actively seething with inner rage. "Weyrwoman. E'mil of bronze Amperoth, and..." he glanced at Raisa, grimacing. Of course she'd beaten him to it. "Likewise."

[Jasmine]

Azarith tilted her head slightly, angling it so she could study each rider a bit. She was usually better with faces than names, with humans at least.

Jasmyn flashed them both a welcoming smile.
"Azarith told me that we'd had a few new arrivals and I wanted to welcome you and your dragons to the weyr."
Tidalwave dipped in and landed on her shoulder lightly. One forepaw gently clasping her ear as he looked at the two new riders curiously.

[Mongoose]

E'mil realized somewhat uneasily that Azarith was looking at him. He turned toward the queen dragon slightly and bowed his head in acknowledgment of her scrutiny, though his eyes never left Jasmyn. Respect was something he was not very good at, so he'd learned to fake it... at least somewhat convincingly.

"Though I can only speak for my dragon and myself, you do us great honor," he said, although "said" was a generous description. A more accurate one would be "mumbled vaguely downward." He tried to interpret the significance of this - the Weyrwoman was conscientious? Her dragon liked to keep tabs on the Weyr's population? He really was that sharding great? He didn't know what to make of this personal welcome, so he tried not to make anything of it. For now.

[Jasmine]

Azarith growled softly. The tip of her tail flicked a little and she moved away from the bronze rider to sit beside the green. She rumbled a soft greeting to the green.
~Kaharaith it is a pleasure to meet you and yours. Mine hopes that you like it here. If yours would like to be shown around, I will ask mine if she would.~

Jasmyn arched a brow at how E'mil replied. She was already begining to dislike him.
"Speak up would you? You're mummbling."She said.

Tidalwave had gone to the ground in front of the green rider. He looked up at her curiously. Before doing a silly dance for her.

[Mongoose]

A flicker of irritation passed over E'mil's face at Jasmyn's accusation of mumbling, though he quickly suppressed it. He even relaxed a bit when he realized that Azarith's scrutiny had been redirected to Kaharaith. "I apologize," he said, more distinctly, but he did not quite make eye contact. "What I said is that I'm greatly honored by this personal greeting."

Mine. Tell her I say hello. Respectfully.

E'mil frowned slightly. "My dragon echoes the sentiment."

No. Do better. Tell Azarith she's radiant.

You haven't even seen her. Besides, can't you bespeak her yourself?

Mine, you're not oiling me! If you have to neglect your own dragon so, the least you can do is put in a good - [/i]

He rolled his eyes. "Amperoth echoes the sentiment with much longer words and would like Azarith to know that she is radiant."