They awoke together, eyelids fluttering open to the sight of their mates curled up with them and each of them felt a contentment in their choice. The redheaded woman lay with her weyrmate, a man she was devoted to and was raising a family with, and the dark queen curled a little closer to the strong bronze that had captured her attention before and proven himself once more. In Flight, Mnenomth had shown her just how determined he was to win her favor and earn the right to Lead by her side, and his command and confidence finally won out in the end and she'd called for his strength to carry her higher and twine with her.
Together, this senior pair would be a force to be reckoned with, powerful and confidant in their decisions and yet caring and protective over those within their Walls. Soquilith chose wisely, and she chose for the betterment of her Weyr, her home and knew that Mnenomth was just what they needed right now. His rider on the other hand, may not exactly feel the same way as he was now suddenly thrust into a position of power and chosen to rule beside the Weyrwoman, to Lead the Wings into Threadfall, and provide for the Weyr.
It was a reasonable reaction, and one that Safryn and L'van were already prepared for. The bronzerider was a reasonable man, they had spoken of such possibilities before the Flight and she knew the man would always be willing to lend his support, even if he didn't hold the office anymore. There was always a transition period, a span of a sevenday or so where the old Weyrleader passes on all the need-to-know onto the new Weyrleader, and Safryn would be present for as much of it as he could. She knew F'lin, or at least made his ... acquaintance when Mnenomth had Flown Soqui once before, though she knew he was a good man, a fair man, and would do his best to do right by the Weyr, even if a little overwhelmed at times.
Even as Safryn pried herself from her mate that morning, kissing H'tai on the forehead as she slid from the furs, she could already feel that Soquilith had made a good choice. Of course, she preferred to continue working with L'van, he was experienced and loyal, and a dear friend to her now, but it would be good to have some new blood, fresh eyes in the office as well. Change didn't always have to be a bad thing.
The redheaded woman sauntered into her office and took out a small leaf of paper and dipped the quill into the ink well. A quick note was written, and then curled up and tied off with a purple ribbon from the desk of the Weyrwoman. A mental summons brought a puff of cold air beside and she was greeted with a trill of her longest friend, the speckled brown firelizard always at her beck and call. Piper fluttered closer to outstretch his head and nose against her temple fondly and Safryn smiled up at him, reaching her arm out as a perch. As the flitter settled onto the limb, she spoke to him about delivering this message to the new Weyrleader, bronzerider F'lin and she pictured the man in her minds' eye for the 'lizard. Piper gave an affirmative chirp and then plucked up the scroll in his front feet and took off from her arm once more, popping promptly between.
The messenger arrived and did his best not to interrupt the bronzerider, but a soft chirrup was given until the brown was at least acknowledged, and then the small scroll was given to the man. With a soft trill, the speckled firelizard hopped up and away again, returning to where he came from in a blink of an eye. The note when unrolled would read simply, invitingly, and warm.
Good morning Weyrleader F'lin,
Whenever you are ready, kindly join me in my office as we have much to discuss.
Please, take your time as the day is still young.
- Weyrwoman Safryn
Once the firelizard ran his errand, Safryn busied herself with getting herself dressed and presentable, to start a kettle of hot water over the hearth for klah or tea and began to prepare a light breakfast for herself and her weyrmate. When H'tai roused and joined her, they shared the meal together, spoke of bringing the children around tonight when work was over and enjoying the evening together as a family. They spoke of the upcoming changes in leadership, how L'van would be stepping down and therefore likely H'tai as well.
Safryn was so proud of her weyrmate for taking on the responsibility and mantle of Weyrsecond for the last Turn, to learn from one of the best men she knew how to Lead, for whenever Soquilith chose Ifrith as her next mate. In her heart, she wished it could be so easy as to sway the gold's choice in the matter, but each time Ifrith gets close, she turns toward another. The gold had a mind of her own when it came to Flights and Safryn could sympathize with the brown's plight though. One day though, she knew in her bones, it would happen, and on that day, H'tai will be ready for it.
In the meantime, they had to prepare for the most recent shifting in leadership, and Safryn had invited the new Weyrleader to join her at his leisure. They would start small, as they will be working side by side for the next Turn, so they might as well get to know each other a little better before truly getting down to business. Or at least, that was how Safryn liked to proceed, but in the end it depended on F'lin.
Once they'd finished breakfast, the brownrider opted to clean up the dishes, though thankfully there weren't many and Safryn made sure to keep the kettle warm, should her visitor desire any klah when he arrived. To stretch her legs, and bide her time, the redheaded woman stepped out for a bit, walking to the pavilion that housed her queen. She could feel the dark golds' bliss coating her whole body, and as she peered into the tent, she could see the rusty red bronze curled around the burnished gold and a mottled wing was draped over her side and if holding her closer. Soquilith's head lay tucked under that wing, yet she knew the queen was awake and soaking up all that warmth.
Are you pleased my love? Safryn asked softly, leaning against the sturdy pole that held up the impressive tent.
came the dreamy voice, a wistful thought that brushed against the woman's mind fleetingly. The queen murmured as she nestled her head further into her mates' embrace, the bronze responding in kind.
I have no doubts Mnenomth is capable, you wouldn't have chosen him if he wasn't. The woman said, perhaps flattering and placating her queen somewhat while she was in a pleasant mood. Once the eggs grow heavier, she'll grow broody and flattery wont get her anywhere anymore. And what of his rider, do you believe in him the same? Safryn asked, smiling softly to herself as if almost anticipating the queens response to that question.
The dark queen said with a hint of a snort under that red wing, and Safryn could feel the humor behind the words. Soquilith added, a little more serious this time, though still feeling rather sprightly in the wake of her successful Flight and the warmth of the strong mate around her.
And that was where he would find her, leaning against the support beam looking into the pavilion at their slumbering dragons, all the while conversing with her queen about the very man who would soon make himself known.