Jemeer, the Harper, has come by nearly every day to sing you the Teaching Songs, the Duty Songs, lyrics your one-day human partners will keep close to their hearts and minds always. The words often do not make sense. Some stick in your mind however, words pulling at the weft of a fabric you know was laid in your mind before you awoke to thought itself.
Your experience is limited. You’ve felt the minds of Gold Gwillanth and Blue Pertemarth most of all. Occasionally Golds Issrodeth and Igith will appear, or Bronzes Yuakajth or Valyth. The faint brush of other minds has been rare -- brown, green, human, something else... You have heard Pertemarth speak respectfully of his bronze wingleader, but heard Gwillanth sound dismissive of other bronze dragons. What is bronze, from above and from below? What is gold, when you know you have met every one in your world, only three, only three in a thousand? The songs set them apart, and then:
Greens, blues, browns, and bronzes, they are different, yet their purpose is singular: kill Thread. Pertemarth speaks of flying nearly every day, training endlessly for the days when his Wing sojourns against the faceless enemy. He is exhausted by those days -- but so too is Gwillanth exhausted by her clutchguarding. From bronze to green they return tired, harrowed. Gwillanth speaks of her long life. (Pertemarth says nothing of his.) Valyth is proud of their survivors. Issrodeth is solemn when the Wings come back silent.
Blue and green are always separate. Gwillanth speaks often of the greenwill, what the greens think, what she has heard the Weyr’s “better half” (said wryly) has come up with. Yuakajth has never thought of a green, at least in your earshot. He thinks of his bronze wingleader, his bronze Weyrleader, his brown colleagues in the wingseconds. Browns -- sometimes alike to bronze, sometimes hardly different from blue -- blue, fewer and stronger than the greens and not so often considered. Who are they?
Who are you?
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Work with a partner to study the Songs you have heard, and the errant thoughts you have been privy to: what is green, blue, brown, bronze, and gold? What are their relationships to each other? (How are those relationships undermined by what you have witnessed directly?) Which color would you rather be, if you had the choice? Why? Among yourself and your roleplay partner(s), what is your hierarchy, and do you think that correlates to your future color? Which color would you least like to be, and why?