The first seven day had not been an easy transition for the new Weyrleader, but Ay'li held her head high and kept her dignity intact despite all who tried to break her down. There were two in particular that certainly hadn't made the change an easy one, but the brownrider persevered, as she always had against opposition, striving to rise above it. Let them hate her, let them turn their backs on her when she could have used them for the good the Weyr, it only fueled the need inside her to prove them wrong, to better herself in doing so and lead this Weyr in ways they didn't believe she could. She chose the bronzerider Ol'ver as her Weyrsecond, partly because she was left with very few choices, but because the man was fair, clearheaded about the transition and could offer her sound advice, expertise and focus in the position. So far, she had not regretted her choice and thought that in fact, she and Ol'ver would end up working quite well with each other.
Eavan seemed quite accepting of the change from the first morning, though they had also shared a moment of disbelief before each of them seemed to realize the reality of the situation and since have stood proud beside each other. Ay'li supported the changes to the Leadership Flight, and not because of female riders, but more the inexperienced ones that had been permitted to Chase this time around. While it would take time to work out all the logistics and cross all the T's and dot the I's, Ay'li offered her opinion whenever it was asked for and did what she could to help Eavan. The Weyrwoman Second was a bit more hesitant to adjust to the change, but Safryn eventually warmed up to her and the brownrider found her to be an engaging voice of the people, much as Ay'li had once been.
All in all, the dust was settling among the Leadership and the transition was beginning to go a little smoother by the time Paiseantath had found her retreat on the Sands.
While the queen had thought herself clever enough to steal away unnoticed by even her rider, there was a set of facets that watched her movements keenly. Even though Norieth still had a duty to perform, Leading a Wing and all the required drills, every spare moment was reserved for the fiery beauty he could satisfyingly call his mate. She had grown heavy with his first clutch, his rightful place at her side as Senior only added to the importance, but there was a pride that swelled in his chest any time he beheld the glowing queen. He knew his devotion would only grow the moment their children were laid upon the sands, that he would protect his mate and their offspring, stand guard every waking hour and dote upon the golds needs as surely as if they were his own. Norieth anxiously awaited that day.
When it finally came, when the gold's mind reached his own, informing him of their children, the sandy brown wasted no time and even though he was in mid flight, he altered course for the Sands. The movement seemed to surprise his rider, Ay'li sitting up a little straighter in the saddle. "Hey, where do you think you're going? We have a meeting with Ol'ver." The woman chided the beast, slapping against his neck and tried to mentally tug him back on course. The brown would not be budged though. Paiseantath has lain our clutch, I must go to her.
The dragon stated rather stoically and winged his way for the Cavern, very little argument to be made. "At least tell them we'll be late." Ay'li sighed, but knew how much this clutch meant to Norieth, and for the Weyr and their reputation. It was better this way, to lay witness as soon as possible and allow Norieth to indulge in this new found paternal pride.
The pair backwinged into a landing, Ay'li quickly sliding off to join Eavan, while the mottled brown lumbered over to his mate, rubbing his pale snout against the hide that glowed like a sunset in the cavern. You are a wonderful and beautiful Mother.
The male crooned sweetly before sidling up close to the queen and let his facets behold their clutch. A pleased warble left his throat as he noticed the size of it, his chest puffing up ever so much more and even his rider felt a certain pride at a fair number like eighteen. Not too shabby there Nori, for a first time.
The rider half teased, though the brown only seemed to snort and puff it even more. It certainly wouldn't be his last one though. Instead of indulging his rider though, the speckled brown nuzzled against the golden beauty once more, lapping at her brow tenderly, already beginning to shower her with the devotion she deserved as the mother of his children. They will hatch soon, and grow up too fast, but they will always be Ours.