[ Note: This thread takes place in multiple locations, and as such, will sometimes jump from one place to the next; the majority of it will take place within Atricis and its territory, however. ]
It as a cool, brisk morning. The forecast for Threadfall was easy enough, but everyone in the Wings knew that "easy enough" wasn't what they would necessarily call it. Less than usual perhaps, which was hardly a more accurate descriptor, but at the moment the Weyrsecond's mind wasn't trying to think of a better way to put it. His mind was on giving a couple of new riders to one of the Wing's prep for their first ride into the storm with Atricis before he inevitably had to move on to another rider, check on them, then move on and do the same. It was a habit of his that had formed since his first try as Weyrleader however many Turns ago that had been, and it was something he was likely to continue until... well, until he was ever knocked from a position in which he was no longer required to do such things as check in on riders across the board.
When he was finished speaking to the young riders, he clasped them on the shoulder and made his way forward, finished carrying on with one or two others, then made his way to speak with F'lin for a few moments. He still needed to make his way through one other Wing, having started early enough as always to complete as much of this duty as possible before everyone suited up, and having saved this Wing in particular for one very specific reason. K'rios, seeing his father coming towards the Wing, looked surprised at first to see him, then settled down a moment and lifted his hand in greeting, figuring he was making his rounds and shook his head at himself. "Doing the typical I see. Good flight to you today." He said to the man, keeping it professional between them.
L'van tilted his head in response and smiled. "We'll see you and the poppet soon." He nonetheless said, recalling that it had been a while since they'd had dinner together, and that made him think he was going to have to speak to Lerina again soon - it had been a while since he and the kids had gathered to enjoy a meal with one another. Why not get something cooked up. Perhaps come the end of the Turn, he thought, but right now, his mind was elsewhere. Duties, he thought, tucking it away to think of at another time. He clasped K'rios' shoulder as he passed, noting that Iktomith looked ready, checked on the rest of the Wing, and made his way towards Ay'li with a grin. There he nudged her with his shoulder and winked.
That wink said more than any words ever could. They'd said their piece to one another earlier, and he needn't "say" more than that. With a tip of his head, he departed, heading back to Star Storm and Zenjarth as F'lin and Mnenomth prepared to make the final speeches and calls to the Wings. Soon enough they were rising in the air to meet their ancient enemy.