Old Blood Frenzy

Last updated: October 9th 2009

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IC Backstory Mateeka sat at her desk with a steaming cup of klah. The sun barely touched the highest edges of the Weyrbowl - the Weyrholdbowl? - yet the Weyrwoman - Weyrholdwoman? Weyrheadwoman? - could not afford to lounge about. Not even on a rest day. She sighed and took a large gulp of klah, wincing at the bitter taste. There were some things she missed about Enzan Shi after all. Namely, coffee. A thick mist had settled in the Weyrbowl and associated valley overnight, hiding the crops from view. They would have to be harvested soon, Mateeka noted, as the temperature continued to drop. She shivered at the reminder of how cold it was. Enzan Shi had promised them engineers, but this sudden cold front had taken them by surprise. She would have to remember to ask them to come earlier. Mateeka turned her attention back to the papers on her desk. They were mainly reports of the every day, forwarded to her by the more responsible Queenriders. Granted, the pirates were learning and were quite useful as fishermen, but as the daughter of a Lord, Mateeka simply had higher standards of organization. Aendra had sent her a report on the kitchens and stored foodstuffs. Jahanara had sent her a report on the healers' stocks of medicines for the upcoming flu season, as well as the beastcrafters' needs. Alehren had also sent her a report, most likely on possible areas for expansion. The pirates only ever wrote her one report, despite there being three of them, though it was decently detailed this time and included maps of the coastline with marked fishing spots. Yllyssa and Myren had also written her reports on the state of the massive Shintaru Hold and their opinion of the Weyrhold. They were fresh out of Weyrlinghood, so Mateeka had not given them anything more taxing. Besides, their golds were smaller than she was used to in this Pass and she had a tendency to coddle them. A flit appeared in front of her, disrupting her thoughts. He hovered for a second, flapping brown wings excitedly, as he looked around the room. Spying Mateeka, he gave a pleased chirp and dropped onto her desk with decidedly little grace. With another chirp, this time smug, he proferred his leg with its tied note. Mateeka took the note and gently rubbed his eye ridges in thanks. The little creature quickly began to purr, which made her laugh. Mat, The Overlord comes. Something about hostile takeover of your sands. Hope they're built by now. If not, send word. Will prepare funeral. Good luck! -Semmal Mateeka laughed in spite of herself and stood up. The flit looked reproachfully at her and attempted to follow her hand for more attention. When she ignored him, he sat on his haunches and pouted. "Thanks, Tor? Ewen? Zerd? No reply to go with you." Mateeka said, unable to distinguish between Semmal's three brown flits. He continued to scowl at her back as she left the office. She tiptoed through the weyr where Kameith and Auith slept, the much larger gold almost engulfing her tiny mate. Mateeka smiled, Auith's almost squeaky snores barely audible above Kameith's rumbly breathing. She entered the bedroom she shared with her husband and unceremoniously shook him awake. "Wake up, K'rin. We're going to have visitors." She said as he blinked sleepily at her, "Loud ones." K'rin yawned, "Who?" "Our Overlords." Mateeka joked, handing him Semmal's letter. He peered at it, blinking the sleep out of his eyes still, "Our... sands? That woman! Why can't we start our Weyrhold with a nice Gold clutch instead of a huge parade?" Mateeka tossed him some clean clothes, "Time to look like a Weyrleader." She said sternly. "Why? She'll just walk all over us anyway." He muttered, but obediently got dressed. A bugle sounded outside just as the sun peaked into the Weyrbowl. It was answered by one just a bit louder. A third one, still louder, was silenced just as it began and turned into an outraged squeal. Overgrown wherry. Kameith murmured sleepily, Kaairth should know better by now. "Did you yell at her mine?" Mateeka asked, heading into the weyr to watch their visitors spiral down from between height. Too early for yelling. The gold replied, cracking open one eye to peer at her rider, Ahotpeth told her to shut up or she'd fly alone next time she rose. K'rin chuckled as he joined her, "About time someone stood up to her anyway." Their bronze visitor landed on their ledge smoothly, shaking her head to show off her new harness in the green and blue of Enzan Shi. As soon as her rider dismounted, she entered the weyr to cuddle up to Kameith. Auith made a few sounds of protest at having to move so early, but soon all three dragons settled. "I see you were warned." Their visitor said with a grin, removing her flight helmet and shaking out her brown hair, "I knew Semmal was still mad about the whole purple issue." "Purple?" Mateeka asked. "She wanted SULA's official colours to be purple and green. I vetoed that for the sake of my retinas." She smiled, "Nice to see you again Mat, K'rin." "Nice to see you again, Sh-Corey." K'rin responded, smiling to cover his slip up. "So what's this about a 'hostile takeover' of our sands?" "Hey, I didn't say anything about hostile." Corey grinned, holding out two mugs, "Coffee?" Mateeka snatched a mug eagerly, only slightly faster than her husband, "I assume you mean a Frenzy, not just a clutch or two. SULA should have at least that much room complete by now. Or you would just send the mother by herself to ask permission." "Yes, a Frenzy. To be fair I'm just passing the buck, really, it's not my planning. This... Nidus Corona is just starting up and wants to run a frenzy for traditional Pernese, Alskyran and such dragons." The woman smiled, "They wanted to use E.S.D.'s sands, but well, we all know what happened to those. I told them I'd ask you guys. You have the space, I think, they're only thinking of sixty eggs or so." "How many females?" K'rin asked pensively, drinking his coffee as he waited. "Less than fifteen." Corey answered. Mateeka frowned, "Maybe they'd fit. We might have to add more sand and extend the heating though." "I can send my engineers out here early." Corey shrugged, "And they can do your internal heating as well, it's cold in here! Don't worry, we'll be supplying any extra manual labour you need. All you two have to do is smile and look pretty." K'rin grinned, "I like the sound of that. Promise?" Mateeka elbowed him, "That's all you ever do. Someday you'll have to take responsibility." "Why? I send you if we need tact or Siracia if we need looks." He scampered behind Corey as his wife glared at him. "We'll do it, Corey." Mateeka said, trying to keep a straight face, "Will you be staying as well?" The woman shrugged, "May as well. Akyoth misses her sister, I should let them catch up. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on my kids if they're going to be any help!" "Oh, one more question." K'rin asked, looking entirely too serious. "What?" The two women asked. "Do we have to tell Haeth?" He grinned impishly. Mateeka laughed, "He'll chase if he sees that many females fly off, even if we don't tell him." Corey shook her head, "May as well save Ch'vi the heart attack and tell him." To be continued...

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