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Ishi listened quietly as he talked, a smile shaping her lips as she looked at him. “Oh not to wordy. It’s good to hear someone so passionate about their work especially when they are helping to guide the next group that is meant to protect us.” She smiled softly. She had no idea about the politics of the dragon colours. One day she would learn it but in truth her job was to treat all people the same it didn’t matter what they did inside the Weyr.
“Oh… no I wasn’t here during the goldflight,” she shook her head, “I have never been around during one. I hear they can get pretty…ahh.. intense. Does your dragon chase? That’s the right word right?”
"Shape, that's an interesting word," T'od mused aloud, "It's probably a little more like guidance than shaping. You can't always compel a dragon in the right direction so you have to use persuasion, as a rider, and sometimes downright force of will. I had very little of that with Awsonth, my bronze, but I was lucky - he was a wise old stick right from the get-go. But explaining to the youngsters that they *must* get the dragon to do what we say doesn't always go down well. Most of them are touchy teenagers after all, and with a constant ally by their side some of them think they rule the world. We have to show them, and help them learn, that it's not the case. No-one's more important than anyone else, we all have a part to play." He stopped and blinked in surprise at himself. "Sorry, that was a bit wordy. Too much information at once?" He sighed and smiled at the same time, "Yes, that's right. Usually in a Weyr, from what I understand, the golds are more regular with their risings. Things work a little different here - our golds are very much individuals! Have you ever been in a Weyr during goldflight?"
Ishi waited until he had gotten his food before she replied. She knew better than to come between anyone and their stomach. "It must be very rewarding, shaping the young riders." She frowned slighly as she played with her food before taking a bite. "What do you do if there are no baby dragons?" Tilting her head to show that she was indeed interested in his answer. T'od was intelligent and funny, a combination that she could see herself getting along with and Ishi was in dire need of friends at the Weyr. "I haven't been here that long but even I have heard people talking about the Golds only rising recently?" She had no idea how that worked but she knew Gold flights could be...interesting.
"Yes we do," T'od confirmed, "The youngsters go onto the Sands as Candidates, under the guidance and supervision of Candidatemasters. If they Impress they become the responsibility of us Weyrlingmasters, and become Weyrlings." He grinned at her. "Yeah it's busier than I expected it to be too, but I still wouldn't change it." He watched as she fetched herself some things to eat then chuckled at her instruction. "Yes ma'am. And I'm not one of the snippy bronzeriders that insist on being called sir all the time, unless it's one of the youngsters. You're welcome to call me T'od."