====July 8, 2013
====Hannah, Lendai
====Hannah and Lendai plot on how to best control the new Weyrleader using time-honored female strategy.

Who Hannah, Lendai
What Hannah and Lendai plot on how to best control the new Weyrleader using time-honored female strategy.
When There is 1 turn 9 months and 18 days until the 12th pass.
Where Hannah's Office, Southern Weyr

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Hannah's Office
Tucked away in the farthest corner of the large office the Weyrwoman uses as her own, this office is the smallest of the available rooms, but boasts a tiny little stone stairway that leads up into the darkness, towards the queen's ledges. When working, Hannah is not the neatest woman as piles of hides, stacks of books, and clutters of various other hidework-style things nearly overwhelm the desk and even spill over into the bookshelves that line one small wall. Claustrophobic already, the little den the young weyrwoman has made of the things she uses makes it even moreso. If one looks closer at the things that inhabit the room, it's not that hard to note that some of these things come from whomever had this office last… so many hundreds of turns ago.
The glowbaskets are lighted and illuminate the room beautifully.
Lendai is here.
Obvious exits:
Weyrwoman's Office Stairs


-- On Pern --
It is midmorning
It is 9:55 AM where you are.
There is 1 turn 9 months and 18 days until the 12th pass.
It is Autumn and 78 degrees. It is cloudy.


Dhiammarath senses Talicanitath is sunslight filtering through diamonds of the purest quality. No imperfections here, no flaws. Rainbows easily bursting forth in a kaleidoscope of beauty, reflecting off of the mind of her great-great-howevermany-great grandmother. « Dhiammarath. » The voice is wispy, lofty, the sound of a woman who just had a pretty good lay. Enjoy this, for Talicanitath is in a good mood. « My rider is quite insistent on seeing yours. She is making much of a fuss, it is really… putting a damper on my after glow. » If you know what I mean. « May I enquire to her whereabouts so Lendai will avert her hysterics elsewhere? » She's truly a loving, thoughtful dragon.

Dhiammarath thinks to you, « I bespoke Talicanitath with: As sunlight filters through the hazy mist of dawn, Dhiammarath's inner-twilight holds a bubble of tranquility unmatched by what's occuring outside the circle of the link formed with the glittery, brilliant Talicanitath. « She's in the office she's claimed as hers. » Cool jade caresses, twines through her long-distant granddaughter's pretty tones. Warmth is added, affection for what is so distant Blood. « And is waiting for yours. » Tacit approval for Lendai to barge in (as she's wont to do). »


Lendai comes in from the hallway.

Frantic? Lendai will show her dragon frantic. Since it's the blasted beasts fault that now has Lendai bonded, however momentarily, to a sexist ass of a man. "HANNAH!" The voice is all but screeched as the Weyrwoman makes no motion to bother knocking but instead just lets herself in. "Hannah! Hannah? HANNAH!" She says the younger goldriders name over and over until her eyes start to focus somewhat and actually SEE the woman, instead of the blurry amount of hazy nothingness that has overshadowed Lendai's vision since the moment she came out of her dragon-fueled lust and saw who was in her bed. "Hannah." One last time, just to make sure Hannah knows she's there, before the goldrider's lower lip juts out and begins quivering. Her eyes well up with tears before throwing her arms around the other woman and grabbing ahold, no matter where she might be. "Why, why, did it have to be him!?" Cue some overdramatic sobbing as Lendai clings and clings. Over in the goldrider ledges, a very smug queen is happily allowed to sleep once more.

Hannah is amid a very cluttered — and dirty — little room. It used to be an office… many turns ago. Right now? It is getting cleaned of just about everything. So Lendai finds Hannah tugging on a very insistant vine that seems stuck and determined to cling to the wall. Good thing Dhiammarath warned her because the woman would probably have shrieked and jumped a mile at Lendai's yell. "Lendai…" Dropping the vine, the junior — now official with Lendai being the first to rise — steps towards the older woman. "… What in Faranth's name was he doing here." The younger goldrider has no doubt as to what Lendai is talking about, since it's the talk of the weyr. Though her and Dhiammarath, along with Bailey and Khalyssrielth, were not here at the time of the flight, they know. At Lendai's sudden!Hug, Hannah can only awkwardly try to pat the sobbing woman. "Oh Lendai," this time her tone is soft, concerned. "It'll be okay. After all, he's only a man." Lesser species, really.

As fast as the tears started, they have dried up. Lendai is removing her face from the now damp tunic of Hannah, where she had snuggled her head. The clinging grip is relaxed and the Weyrwoman allows the junior her space once more. "I don't know, I didn't even bother asking, to be honest." A rogue sniffle is given here and there, the woman dipping into her cleavage and withdrawing a small, pink hanky that was nestled between her breasts. Dabbing at her eyes and then her nose, Lendai attempts to clean herself up some. "He's an Igen rider, a wingleader, for Faranth's sake! He'll have no care about our Weyr." Even if Lendai has snapped up the Senior title, Southern truly belongs to all three goldriders. "He's easily the most vile of bronzeriders. I'd almost have preferred a brown to have won!" Though there's just a tad jump in her tone as that color is uttered, Talicanitath's influence shining through in her distaste for brown to win. "What is to even keep him here, outside of duty and tradition? Perhaps… perhaps he'll denounce the Weyrleader title, and you could take it up instead? Or even a co-op of your and Bailey!" It'd be a pretty hot threesome Weyrleader pair. "Talicanitath doesn't like his bronze at all, she finds him quite gross. Smells like seaweed and bad breath, she says. And yet she let him win." Pffft.

That Weyrleader three-some would stop time and place, er… "I wonder about Q'fex, sometimes," Hannah muses, adjusting the tunic beneath her overalls — something she's taken to wearing a lot of in the cleaning frenzy that's come about — and sits on the edge of the rather sturdy desk that lived beneath that pile of junk. "I sometimes think there's more than meets the eye, but then, he's about as awful as a rash too. I wonder if he could be controlled." Green eyes watch Lendai speculatively, a small smile playing on that expression. "I bet if you worked it right," because of all of them, Lendai has the goods, right? "You could get what you wanted out of it." And by 'you', Hannah really means all of three of them. "A brownrider isn't what the weyr needs right now, at least for how distasteful his dragon is, his dragon is strong." And not a milksop. "Good thing Tali only had to do the deed once, right?" Lips quirk; she can't help but find some amusement in the poor gold's assessment of Kraakenaeth. Which, you know, Dhiammarath shares, elliciting a delicate shudder. "We'll make the best of it. And, worst case scenario, he'll stick around the next turn or two," let's hope Talicanitath rises faster, "and then he can get ousted by one of our other bronzes."

Lendai looks unsure, her world having been shaken (not stirred) quite thoroughly by the results of the leadership flight. "I think you are right," She finally says, giving a sigh and moving to lean against the wall. Not even caring that said wall is full of foliage. "There is more to him than meets the eye," Like a Transformer! "and I also think it would be unwise for us to underestimate him. I wonder if Bailey knows anymore about him, though she was just as new to Igen as we were. Wouldn't hurt to ask. I wonder if any of his wing back at Igen would be willing to share any information." Her nose wrinkles as she things, a sign that those braincells are working. "He might be able to be controlled, we'll test him out, see how he does in the first few sevendays. Though I dare-say he might not be thrilled with me at the moment. I threw my favorite pink, glass vase at him and it smashed above his head. I hope one of the shards of glass pierced his eye." This bloodthirsty moment is courtesy of Lendai. "Do you know how hard it is to get a pink glass vase? Even more so how impossible it will be to get one now? Shards, do Nowtimers even know what glass is?" She doubts it. "Well, shit, his dragon beat out bronzes much larger than he is as well as lasted the entire flight. I almost passed out a time or two during it. So, if nothing else…" It pains the goldrider to say this. "They are a resilient pair. And at least we'll only have to deal with him for a few turns, right? Let's hope Talicanitath gets on a regular cycle and not the every two to four turns bullshit she was pulling." They can wish.

"He was in Sandblast," Hannah points out, brow quirking. Which says a lot, but yet — "I think that Q'fex may — " Thought is broken off as even the junior can't quite tell a lie, here. "The man is obnoxious and annoying, but we can't let him divide us." This is what she settles on, "Because this weyr needs strength and as much as I hate to admit it… Q'fex has strength." Even if he cries himself to sleep at night, which, given the pointed look at Lendai the younger woman seems to think the senior Weyrwoman can handle that. The vase; cue sympathetic, and yet devilish look: "Make him fix it. He's your Weyrleader now. It's now his problem." See how easy that was? It's like magic! "These nowtimers have a thing or two to learn about us female Oldtimers, eh?" Finally, amusement and mirth filter into husky tones, a grin slowly spreading across her features. "You better urge Talicanitath to fly as soon as she can," she almost-jokes. Because, still. Q'fex. Holding up a finger, "Even so, he's our Weyrleader, your Weyrleader. We've got to be strong for him. Especially now." After all these grisly finds.

See? This is why Lendai likes talking to Hannah. For all she's easily twenty turns younger than Lendai, she's wise beyond her years. The Senior is nodding her head along with everything the other goldrider is saying. "You're right, you're right. This might actually be quite beneficial to us. The other Weyrs are… unhappy with Igen. Shells, if we thought Igen was hidebound, they have nothing on Benden, Fort, even Telgar. Perhaps with a Nowtimer in the spot, we can tend to be a bit more traditionalist as well. We need to bend somewhat, whether we like it or not. I do not want Southern to be another Igen." The red-headed stepchild of the Weyrs. "Perhaps Q'fex can be reasoned with, we'll try to bring some things up to date, but Igen… jumped into it all too fast. Placing a brownriding female as Weyrsecond after only sevendays have passed since we came? Forcing changes too fast. We need to go slow and I think Q'fex will be able to help with that." As well as bring a healthy amount of sexist assholishness to the Weyr. Every place needs that. Though should he start crying himself to sleep, Lendai will be bunking with Hannah. Crying men make her uncomfortable. "Shells. He's our Weyrleader." Her hands cover her face a moment, head shaking back and forth. "At least he's damned attractive."

"We have to not be 'crazy'," Hannah says, a touch mournfully, for as much as she would like to show those nowtimer men a thing or two, she realizes — the situation with Br'er did a lot to reign in her penchant for accusations — that it's not possible. "Benden and Fort are likely Candidates for forging ties. Especially given how they've already tried to secure their own play by sending down all those bronzeriders to," is that a frown? "'help' suddenly." Fort, Benden, we see what you did there! Hannah would give Lendai her oooooown little cot should that day come and Q'fex is sobbing in her bed, telling sad stories. "Faranth, Lendai, that little bronzerider from Fort could have caught. He had," distaste can't help but filter through her voice here, another delicate shudder given, "hair. Everywhere. I once saw him at the lake, and there was hair on his potbelly." It's hard not to be superficial sometimes. "And that giant mole…" Just where was it? This junior doesn't say! "So we've got a plan. Bailey might know more of Q'fex, even if she is new to Igen, she's been at other weyrs." The goldrider is a fountain of information waiting to be drained dry! Does she pause? Yes. Because the words are reassurance as much for Lendai as it was for Hannah, "Q'fex will be a good Weyrleader." She hopes.

Lendai doesn't exactly excel at not being crazy. It's kind of her thing. Though there are times of sanity, and it seems like the crazy train has stopped at the station for the moment, allowing the passengers to disembark. "That man was truly awful. He was shorter than me, which is just…" Lendai makes a face, disgust evident on her face. "He smelled something awful too, this musty, moldy odor. I thought bronzes only impressed those of leadership potential, what was wrong with that man's dragon that it thought he was a good choice?" It's a question all people wonder at some point. Every time someone ill suited impresses. "Yes, we do. We'll take it slow, stick to the traditions, and slowly, slowly try to change around the minds of the people in this Pern. Let's start some good will visits to the other Weyrs, send gifts, invite them for dinners, whatever it takes. As well as try to lure any potentially better suited bronzeriders to Southern for future leadership flights. Two turns, give or take some months, to deal with Q'fex. We can do that, all of us. Perhaps we can simply distract him with our cleavage. I should go find my best, boob revealing corset gown! Really perk them up. Keep him sated and stupid and try not to let him change anything that we don't want in our Weyr." Lendai gives Hannah a long look. "It would help, of course, if you do the same. Skimpy clothes, lots of flirting, keep him on his toes and thinking with just one head." Not the one on top of his neck.

"He's a nowtimer," Hannah comments quietly, one single brow raised as if to say that it EXPLAINS IT ALL. "Their dragons are smaller, and ah, maybe not as choosey. I think the comet did something…" Now that's just being mean, so the weyrwoman stops, though her fingers ruffle through the stack of hides like she wishes she could resort to giggles. "Bailey has a bronzerider brother, but I don't think he would ever — well." Despite how cute El'ai might be, the previous comment on dragons picking the wrong riders still stands! "Now that, Lendai, sounds like the best plan ever. Q'fex won't know what hit him. All we need is for him to sign stuff over when we want him too." Hannah has learned, since joining under Lendai's wing, how to be devious when it comes to using their Faranth-given female assets. "I'll try my best. It is hard to swallow these nowtimer… men." The look Hannah gives back to Lendai is rife with — well a lot. The double entendre might even be intentional. "I'll do my best." She pauses. "With you and Bailey and I… He should not even realize what hit him." A thought occurs, the junior unable to help blurting out, "Are you gonna really try to…" Y'know. Keep giving him the happy endings? "… or is it just a tease?" Because that's okay too.

A smile creeps into being on Lendai's face, amusement sprouting. "Perhaps adding our dragons genes into the mix will help dilute the sheer calamity of the nowtimers. Or something. We can hope!" Or it will just breed a whole bunch of slightly smaller, batshit dragons. Proves to be interesting either way. "Excellent! Let's make sure Bailey knows the plan as well. She's a pretty young thing as well, I'm sure she can show off some of those long legs of hers, as well as some chest. If either of you are hurting for clothes, I've many simple dresses or elaborate gowns that can easily be taken in for your smaller sizes! I'll be sure to pass that onto Bailey as well." Lendai has not gotten a chance to look over her other junior's closet yet. That time is still to come. A pensive look overcomes her face and shoulders shrug. "Oh, I'll sleep with him. As often as he'll have me, at least. I've no idea if the sharding moron of a man has a weyrmate or not." Arms are crossed over her chest. "Though you can feel free to sleep with him as well, if you wish. I have no sexual claim on any man." Lendai SHARES. "Outside of flights, it has been a very, very… dry ten or so turns in my life, Hannah. Eth'n still pined for Rhaeyn when Ysvarth caught Talicanitath," Plus he always sort of scared the shit out of Lendai. "And Y'an swung both ways and had some Trader he screwed on the side. Apparently had a kid with, even though they both were male?" Hell is she knows how that one works. "I'm far too old to not get it when I can, and if it benefits our cause? I'm not against using sex as a weapon." A rather lethal, very un-Lendailike smile covers her lips. Perhaps Talicanitath's influence?

"Oh Lendai," Hannah cannot help the light laughter that follows that simple statement. She hops off the desk and tosses the stack of hides onto the place her butt just was. "This sounds perfect." Encouraging of the crazy-side of Lendai? Oh hell yes. "C'mon. Let's get some klah laced with some of that fine, Benden brandy that Benden Wingleader brought with him before he got out-foxed by Q'fex's sea monster." Because, what's better than Benden? Nothing! "And we'll go over our strategy. Oh and we'll swing by and get Bailey, because that girl has a better chance than I at convincing our new Weyrleader." Does Hannah just gloss over Eth'n? Oh yes. "Y'an was cute, at least." What Hannah saw of him from glimpses from afar! Steering Lendai towards the office door, she keeps a quiet run of conversation going while they pick up Bailey and head towards the partially functioning living caverns. Lendai gets treated to a stiff drink, while the goldriders plot the demise of Q'fex. Er, seduction. (Demise.)

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