January 7, 2003
R'hyn promotes Kymberli to Wingleader.

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Dragon> Chrysanth senses that Arisvath's mental touch is firm, and radiates a deep, warm glow - as fuzzy and comforting as a fluffy blanket, fresh from drying on the hearths. << Chrysanth? >> he queries, politely. << R'hyn should like to talk with your rider, if she's available. He's at home. >>

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Chrysanth pauses a moment before replying. << Kym says she will be there momentarily. >> As she finishes, her voice drifts into a foggy, drowsy tone.

Dragon> Chrysanth senses that Arisvath is satisfied with these, and extends another warm strand - almost soothing, as he settles back down into his own slumber.

Kymberli comes into the weyr.

R'hyn is seated at the broad table, a few hides scattered in front of him, his head lowered towards them - his stylus clutched as if he were scared of dropping it, as he jots down his signature.

Kymberli walks briskly to the doorway of the Weyrleader's weyr, and pauses for a moment before stepping in, albeit quietly. "You wished to see me, sir?" she says quietly.

Squeak. "So fast!" marvels R'hyn, lifting his head from his work almost apologetically. "Uh, sit down, Kymberli, if you would? This won't take long, but..."

Kymberli nods at R'hyn, sitting just as quietly in a chair. The greenrider has her head bowed just the tiniest bit, but her eyes are alert and focused upon the Weyrleader. She doesn't say anything, though, preferring to wait and let him speak first.

R'hyn peers across the table at Kymberli, eyebrows lifting. "Uh-- uhm, don't be nervous or anything. I, uh, wanted to give you this." It's a knot, the loops and dangly bits marking it as a Wingleader's knot.

Kymberli seems to visibly relax at this, but her eyes widen at the shoulderknot. "Sir.....a Wingleader's knot!" Her hand shaking a bit, she starts to reach for it, but hesitates. "Why....me, though, sir?" she asks in a low tone.

It's R'hyn's turn to be nervous. "Uh, you don't want it? I mean-- uh, we thought of you as a good choice months ago, after you were Acting Weyrsecond, so we had you do experience leading drills and things, to see if you were any good at that, and now we've" -- we've, not I've -- "decided to go ahead and off it to you. Z'vind's old wing."

Kymberli looks even more relieved at this. "No, sir, it's not that I don't want it. Just a...moment of inconfidence." We. "Well, Weyrleader, all I can say is...if Ista deems me worthy enough to lead a Threadfighting wing, then I accept."

R'hyn's expression turns extraordinarily relieved, "Oh, phew. Thank goodness." His lips part, slightly; he nods, "I can, uh, understand the feeling. But... good. Uh, you'll want to meet with them all, and do drills with them as soon as possible, to get used to them. I believe you used to be in that wing, when it was Kytara's?" Or perhaps not - he's never been good at keeping track.

Kymberli nods emphatically as she takes the knot. "Yes sir, that I was. I stayed in that wing for about two or three Turns, I believe." All? "That's what I hope to do very soon, sir, and...thank you again, R'hyn, " she finishes, though her eyes are still filled with awe as her eyes flick to the knot for a moment.

Again, with the relief. R'hyn actually smiles. "Good. You're, uh, welcome. Uhm, if you need any help... maybe you want to ask Shiae." Though R'hyn's not so bad himself. "Uhm, I think that's all. Welcome to the team."

Kymberli considers this for a moment. "I will do that. I worked with Shiae for a short time, there, during, well, y'know." Standing, the greenrider offers her hand to shake R'hyn's.

R'hyn nods quickly, then smiles. "She's very good. Very, very good." He pauses, then extends his own hand, shaking Kymberli's firmly. "If you need /anything/-- well, I'm sure you know." His brow furrows, as he adds, "Though I think you'll be fine."

Kymberli smiles back at the Weyrleader, still holding the knot in her other hand in awe. "Thanks again, sir, " she expresses quietly, taking one step toward the doorway before pausing, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Am I excused?"

R'hyn draws his hand back, expression - almost - amused. "Yes, yes. AH-- yes. Unless you've anything more to add. I'll probably call you in here again, with the other wingleaders, eventually, but not now."

Kymberli laughs softly. "Nothing more, sir." Saluting him, she then politely makes her way out to where that exultant and very proud green awaits.

Kymberli heads out of the weyr.

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