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futurology2016-03-29 06:47 pm
queenofsalt) wrote in futurology2016-03-29 06:47 pm
[Video; UN: lessaofpern] | Rallying the wings
[Lessa has set her jaw as she looks into the projection of the network, grey eyes sparkling with unaffected warmth as she considers this strangely intuitive communication system. How like speaking to dragons it feels, and how strange.]
Good morning. I hope all of that merry-making last night didn't leave any of you completely indisposed, as I believe that we have a lot of work to tackle in the coming days.
I am Lessa of Pern. I am the senior Weyrwoman of Benden Weyr, Ruathan by blood, and rider to Golden Ramoth. Though it means little to those not from Pern, I can assure you that I have earned every last of those titles, and though I acknowledge that this team is a company of equals, I think we can all admit that if we want to find ourselves home sooner, we could stand to delegate and specialize to our strengths... not all of us want to retire to sandy beaches we know will decay into abandon!
I'd like to speak with those of you who are versed in ALASTAIR's values and practices, and those of you who have spoken with the Nalawi at length and have learned anything more than what we have been given prior to our arrival. Locations, traditions, values, any records that can be used to track the progress of this island's troubles... it could all be valuable.
[She affects to toss a lock of fine black hair from her face, thinking herself particularly clever for re-enacting the kind of proud-chested talk that her weyrmate has employed in the past.]
Please join me for a mug and a plate in the lower room of the inn. I'm looking forward to meeting you in person so that we can consider our options going forward together.
[Before she shuts her communication down, the proud, slight smile brightens suddenly with a kind of abandoned amusement, like she's come out of a spotlight on a stage... and that's because she has. Lessa has never been in a position where she could stand up and take singular charge before, and the thought that she might be able to now is a heady feeling. Watch her sit rigidly in the tavern of the Inn from the time the broadcast is over until the moment someone approaches; she's going to be on the edge of her seat expecting the outpouring of earnest team-members coming forward to hand her clues to go gallivanting off on.]
Good morning. I hope all of that merry-making last night didn't leave any of you completely indisposed, as I believe that we have a lot of work to tackle in the coming days.
I am Lessa of Pern. I am the senior Weyrwoman of Benden Weyr, Ruathan by blood, and rider to Golden Ramoth. Though it means little to those not from Pern, I can assure you that I have earned every last of those titles, and though I acknowledge that this team is a company of equals, I think we can all admit that if we want to find ourselves home sooner, we could stand to delegate and specialize to our strengths... not all of us want to retire to sandy beaches we know will decay into abandon!
I'd like to speak with those of you who are versed in ALASTAIR's values and practices, and those of you who have spoken with the Nalawi at length and have learned anything more than what we have been given prior to our arrival. Locations, traditions, values, any records that can be used to track the progress of this island's troubles... it could all be valuable.
[She affects to toss a lock of fine black hair from her face, thinking herself particularly clever for re-enacting the kind of proud-chested talk that her weyrmate has employed in the past.]
Please join me for a mug and a plate in the lower room of the inn. I'm looking forward to meeting you in person so that we can consider our options going forward together.
[Before she shuts her communication down, the proud, slight smile brightens suddenly with a kind of abandoned amusement, like she's come out of a spotlight on a stage... and that's because she has. Lessa has never been in a position where she could stand up and take singular charge before, and the thought that she might be able to now is a heady feeling. Watch her sit rigidly in the tavern of the Inn from the time the broadcast is over until the moment someone approaches; she's going to be on the edge of her seat expecting the outpouring of earnest team-members coming forward to hand her clues to go gallivanting off on.]
no subject
[Sieglinde waved a hand, slightly frustrated with things like Common Human Decency and Morals when it came to scientific discovery just sitting there and waiting to be explored... But they were hardly in a position to try and upset the native population by potentially violating their religious beliefs or sanitary customs, so she had relented.]
It leaves the rocks and water to be tested, and experiments that can be conducted if native volunteers can be found... I imagine if it has to do with potentially getting their "Gifts" back they may be cooperative...
[Despite her best efforts to focus, though, Sieglinde cannot help but keep looking at the golden dragon- altogether a different sort from the last dragon she'd seen, and those eyes...]
That is not... Ramoth, is it?
no subject
She is at that. Forgive us, she isn't at her full size. ALASTAIR did something horrific when we first arrived.
[Both Lessa and Ramoth seem displeased: the human by her harsh scowl, Ramoth by the latent flicker of orange that rippled across her eyes.] She was the largest dragon on Pern, able to clutch forty eggs in a go. I've been assured that there is no 'worry' of that here, though Ramoth has been displeased since our arrival.
no subject
[The phrasing "something horrific" sounded awful, but the implication didn't match with her perceptions, leaning Sieglinde to lean over her chair in order to try and get a better look, gaze critical as she took visual measurements.
She hadn't intended to be the one asking questions, but with the door opened... curiosity won out.]
How long is she supposed to be, snout to tail? What about wingspan? And the size of a dragon egg? Do these dragons produce eggs that aren't inseminated, like chickens?
[Not realizing Ramoth was more intelligent than one could expect from a well-trained steed or hound, Sieglinde simply fired questions at Lessa, somewhat easily distracted by fascination offered in front of her.]