There was a new Queen, imported from a small hold that still had dragons lying about, and thus a new Weyrwoman. The older, somewhat tired Weyrleader was relieved – the female had made it clear on arrival that she intended to fly and choose a new Weyrleader herself – and so he could finally step down from the stressful job.
Almost all riders – along with many Weyrfolk and Candidates – had been gathered in the large expanse of the Weyrbowl where the new queen sat. It would be like those few times representatives from Timell had come along to offer PD a chance to surrender (and been promptly chased off). Everyone spread out around a small, rock podium-like area to one side and fired questions at the dragon and rider who sat there. This was the first time their new queen had been seen and, what struck everyone as extremely odd was her colour.
Green. A very pale, almost white shade of green that seemed to reflect the sun at stunning angles, making her hide sparkle, but green all the same. Her size discounted the fact that she was a normal green (if the shininess hadn’t been enough) as she was far larger than even the biggest of greens anyone had seen on Pern. Not the size of any gold, though, or even another king. No, the compact, tightly muscled queen was about the size of a small brown. Honestly, it was baffling.
The woman that stood next to her was tall and lithe with a shock of reddish hair and big brown eyes. They looked at each other a second, as they waited for everyone to gather, and the queen turned to the rest of the Weyr. Greetings, Point Drammar. My name is Qlesaith. This rider of mine is the lovely Klasht.
She bowed her head, flashing out her large wings as she did so in an introductory gesture. Of course, she also did it to show how the sun glinted off her shiny hide and wings – she knew that, while some muttered about her in the back, that many were taken by her stunning hide. Next to her dragon, Klasht gave her own little bow, still wearing the hardened leathers the pair had flown here in. To be honest, the woman looked a little... surprised at the sheer amount of people before; this was her first time in a real Weyr.I am here to help make up for your lack of a Queen with much pleasure. I have travelled from a small hold, one that remained untouched by thread, and housed dragons who fled to escape the wars. However, I am here and I will help you. But that is certainly enough from me...
Honestly, it was never enough from her, I am here to answer your questions, any curiosities about me. Do speak up, or have a nearby dragon do it for you; no matter if you are Weyrfolk or kingrider, I wish to hear your thoughts and your questions. Speak aloud, too, as we must all be informed of what you say.
Her eyes glinted a playful green as she looked towards a particularly stuffy, apparently unnerved, bronze towards the front.
((Also, guys, let us know if you think she would be better as an actual dragon and I shall make Qlesaith and her lovely rider as I am tempted and if you all agree she would be best as an actual character rather than an NPC, then I will. Also, Timell kid graduate next week sooo you need at least, we'll say... to be in 6 of the WL's to graduate. I won't do 8 until people pop into 7 but will go ahead with the graduation regardless. The next Timell clutch begin WL's next week, too