Lesson Checkpoint - Weyrleaders' Weyrhut

[Gemini]

The most noticeable difference between the average rider's weyr and the Weyrleaders' weyr is the sheer size of it. This weyr is built to hold both a bronze and a gold, as well as their respective riders. Such a structure would be just plain ridiculous to build in the Northern continent. The vast and plentiful Southern forests, however, barely took a blow from its building.

Inside is where the Weyrleaders' personalities really shine. The weyr is a sort of organized chaos. The enormous room is fitting for anything and everything B'rian and Chloe would need to run a Weyr, all clearly marked by who touched it last. Chloe's work is reminiscent of an office after a busy day--which, in a Pernese sense, is exactly what it is--all piled high on a desk. B'rian left a much less distinct mark in their weyr--an unmade bed, a few leaf-papers left unsigned, and such--because of the time he spends running the Weyr in the open, among the residents.

Chloe, the more business-minded, running the Weyr with knowledge and a firm but loving hand, and B'rian, the diplomat, handling relations and workings both in and out of Westing Weyr. They make a good team.

Somewhere in their weyr is one of five red flags...

[ShadowToxin]

Pepith entered first, pushing her slim brown nose in before entering the weyr, almost instantly marveling at the sheer size of the space. It is very big mine....are you sure this one was a good idea? She asked, sounding a bit flat as she sniffed around the unmade bed, G'iz now entering the weyr and looking around. "Ah...maybe this one wasnt so good..." He sheepishly stated, raising his haind to rub the back of his head, accedentally bringing Megra's with him, having forgotten that they were attached.

He yelped as he brought her hand directly to his face, none to gently, reeling backwards and prossessing what had happened. He flushed for half a second, Pep looking back at him with a flat expression, shaking her head. Puffing himself up G'iz turned himself to look as manly as he could, a bit of a feat for one only 5'3", "I so ment to do that, really." He puffed out beore nodding to her in mock seriousness before a grin whiped the look away and he looked around the room. "Where do we even begin?"

[Libra]

Megra couldn't help but laugh--well, she had not had the chance to smack someone before! She shook her head as he tried to dignify himself, choosing not to comment as she, too, took a look around. Shards, this place was big...!

"Hmm...well, Pepith can start by looking under the bed and such. I suggest we look on the weyrwoman's desk. The flag could be tucked among those leaf-papers...that's a neat idea, leaves." she said that last part to herself, for the most part. Megra tried to not let the vast size of the place slow her down, so they needed to look at one place at a time.

[ShadowToxin]

Pepith gave a chirp and a nod to megra, understanding her instructions and bounding off and onto the bed. Squeaking when she nearly sank into the soft, much softer, beding material, and flopping clean off and onto the other side. But before either of them could worry she poped her head back up, blinking and chirping before she ducked back down, the only thing annoucing her presence was the brown tail flicking from beneath the bed, and the scuffling sounds.

G'iz chuckled at his browns antics, watching her for a moment and shaking his head, his dreadlocks flipping and floping around his head as he made the motions. He too nodded with agreement in the idea, making his way over to the desk, making sure that Megra was always walking with him, he never dragging her. That would be horrifically rude and mean to do.

Once he was sure he was there, he carefully started to rifle threw the papers there, taking carefull care as to not shove anything to far away from its proper place. THe last think he wanted on pern was a cranky weyrwoman breathing down his neck from messing up her duitys.

[Libra]

( xD! Pepith is so cuuuute!)

Megra shook her head and chuckled at Pepith as she followed G'iz on over to the table, where she too began to shuffle through the leaf papers. She was polite in not paying attention to the content of the papers, but knew Chloe wouldn't leave out anything she thought other people should not be reading.

It didn't seem to take very long before Megra and G'iz got to the bottom of the papers--between two thin stretches of hardened hide was the flag! Before G'iz could snatch it, Megra did, grinning at him playfully.

"On to the marshes! Hey, Pepith can carry the flags we find in her mouth," the brownrider observed, seeing as she and G'iz would be needing all their limbs at attention.

So, the marshes were next...how in the world did one find a flag in a boggy place?