==== February 4, 2014
==== E'bert, W'rin
==== E'bert and W'rin study weyrling formation charts on a winter day.

Who E'bert, W'rin
What E'bert and W'rin study weyrling formation charts on a winter day.
When 15 days until the 12th pass.
Where Igen Weyr


Living Caverns
Dim light from hanging glow-globes cannot fully camouflage the ravages of time and neglect on Igen's busy living caverns, though hints of its former glory peek through in the decorative cuts to the cave's natural limestone and the high quality of dusty, tatty-ended tapestries. Here and there, skybroom tables — stained dark by wood finish and a decade of grime — sit in loose groups, flanked by wicker chairs with pointy, broken rattan that pokes out to invariably find unprotected skin. The seemingly randomly placed furniture, however, at closer inspection, forms a sort of cross-shape of negative space. At the northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns, a long buffet table with tarnished lazy susans hosts an array of finger-foods and pitchers for the interested, refilled occasionally by drudges that shuffle in from the curtained entrance to the south, beyond which lies the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside and, across from that, to the west, a set of rattling doors that open to reveal the tunnels and stairs of the inner caverns themselves.

Cold by Igen's standards, at least Igen's day standards, and the folks that are scraping up the last of breakfast are huddled as close to the hearth as they can be. But few seem eager to enter the direct vacinity which is currently occupied by the massive mound that is the weyrleader. W'rin's smack in the middle of the couch, unaware of the shivering population behind him, he's hard at work (and warm) pouring over various charts which at first glance seem to have little connection to one another. A wing chart here, a firestone store there, a random map of the store rooms. He seems the master of multi-tasking, or he's just insane enough to be able to find the string that ties them all together. Regardless, his fingers wrapped round his steaming mug of klah, he's completely absorbed in the task at hand.

Sitting at the table set aside for weyrlings is one lone weyrling. Spread out before him is a number of hides, some are charts, some are wing formations and others deal with dragonhealing. E'bert absently reaches for a long cold cup of klah, "Ugh," is exclaimed as the cold liquid touches his tongue. How long has he been here anyway? Short answer is since the healers kicked him out of the infirmary to get some sleep. W'rin is given a salute as the weyrling moves to get a fresh mug of klah, though the likelihood of the Weyrleader actually seeing the salute is slim.

It may be a long shot but out of the corner of his eye the movement of the weyrling draws the man's attention, having paused long enough to draw a sip of his own klah. It is a long sip that is finished before he removes a hand to return the formal greeting. "Weyrling." Is grunted as the boy passes by his current station. "Seems we have the same boring task today. Yes?" A gesture to the charts before him, and then in one of those rare moments of warmth, "Care to join?" The moment passes quickly, as his attention falls back on those the parchment before him, the boy will join or he won't.

E'bert blinks, nods, and gathers up his own hides and such to move, "Sir," is said before he seats himself and slowly spreads his charts and such out again. The top most is a detailed sketch of one of the dragon anatomy drawings that can be found in any weyr's infirmary. This one is clearly not an original, and is marked with notes and klah rings along the very edges. He's studying when he should probably be sleeping.

It's the middle of the day, W'rin isn't one to force someone to sleep when there is work to be done, but he does set aside his stylus to lean over, his weight pushed heavily on a arm against his leg, as he props himself up to spy on the boy's chart. "Problems in anatomy class that they are making you study longer than the rest?" Just a bunch of memorization really. Right? His brows pull together as his eyes glance up from the chart to the weyrling.

E'bert blinks as he looks up from his sketched chart, "No sir. I was studying beasthealing when I was with Herders, thought I could apply what I learned to dragonhealing. We'll need dragonhealers," a yawn is stifled, as he looks at the sketch then starts to rifle through the pile of notes. He's looking for something, but halfway through the digging he shrugs, "I think I forgot that back in the infirmary," the notes he was looking for that is. More to learn than just the basics if one plans to be a dragonhealer after all.

"Oh?" W'rin draws with a hint of irony spicing his voice, as if this idea that the weyr may need dragonhealers is news to him. Though rather than anger he seems amused by the boy's notes on reality. Perhaps meetings haven't been so bad today, or he got laid recently. "Dragon's aren't like other beasts. Though, being use to the gore will be a benefit to you. So you plan on studying dragon healing then?" An eyebrow arches upward. "We lost a few dragons in that fall over Keroon. I may need to fill those ranks with fighting riders before I let another slip to a non-fighting spot." His lip curls just slightly.

W'rin bursts into a sudden and short bit of laughter. "I was joking…" He blinks softly, staring at the boy intently, "E'…burp?" That's correct isn't it. He seems unsure, though without any real show of discomfort over not knowing every person by name. "If you are a talent dragonhealer, we will need them."

E'bert blinks a few times before he grins just a little, "E'bert sir," but 'E'burp' gets a laugh, he's heard worse, "I don't know if I have talent, but it's not too difficult," he's used to the terminology anyway.

E'bert and W'rin are tucked away by the hearth, escaping the 'cold' of Igen's winter. At least its cold, for anyone who's grown accostomed to Igen's summers. "E'bert." W'rin repeats the name, though whether it is stored away in long term memory will have to be determined at a later date, "Well, best time to find out is now. No point in wasting your time if you don't."

E'bert nods, "I haven't got the healers angry," which is probably a plus on his part, "Helped to treat a miner burn the other day," which was actually not too bad, "A blue brought in for treatment by his rider and K'vvan," the boy goes back to studying his notes for a moment. He closes his eyes as he debates whether to continue or not, "I've been asked to put together a wing formation. I think I've put everyone where they'll be strongest, but I'm not sure," he pulls out the formation chart. Names are in place, showing a strong formation but the evidence of E'bert having changed names around is clearly seen through the numerous lines through names, with other names in place. His name is at the front, because he was told to put himself in lead. In second is Ivy, and then P'wyn with the rest of the weyrlings falling into place where they will do the most good or the least harm depending on the individual rider.

"I guess that's good." W'rin doesn't know much about dragonhealing, but not making one's superiors angry is generally a good sign, or at least not a bad sign. "Yah?" This chart draws the weyrleader's attention. An unusual assignment by any measure. "You've been in the extra training classes then? And they have you doing time in the infirmary? When do you sleep? You need to be well rested for between practice…" The man's questions are clearly rhetorical, at least the boy, they'll be for others to answer. "I'll have to have a word with the WLM. I won't have any weyrlings lost…" If it can be helped.

E'bert blinks and shrugs, "I sleep when I can," which is E'bert speak for he sleeps, but probably not as much as he should, "It's not so bad. I get told when I've pushed too far," Karkath is rather bossy sometimes after all.

It's too late, W'rin's good mood has evaporated into the air, like water in the middle of Igen's summer. His angry tirade continues mostly in mumbles to himself, "Doesn't matter, boy shouldn't be worked that hard. Makes the mind foggy. Cant' learn to jump between that way…" After a few moments he's returned to the matter at hand, and it is sudden. His thick pointer finger smacking against Ivy's name. "Why her, why there?" And then again to P'wyn, "Seems strange to have the color imbalance. What was your strategy?"

"P'wyn is a solid rider, but he's not dependable. Ivy is a strong, dependable rider but she lacks confidence. I was thinking if I put her in second it would help her see she's better than she gives herself credit. I can switch that if it's needed," he looks at the chart again, "I understand it's not really conventional, but sometimes conventions don't always work," he sighs, "I can't lie that this hasn't been difficult, but I'm managing. Kar doesn't let me push beyond what he thinks is reasonable," which is simple truth.

"Conventions don't always work." The weyrleader folds his hands in his lap, still leaning forward as he gazes at the chart. "And what were the parameters that they gave you that made you think convention wouldn't work, in this case? There isn't time to build up confidence in formation. That is something every rider has to find on their own." Not that W'rin hasn't been known to work with individual riders, but he'd never put the wing itself in danger. "In this exercise they are your riders. I can't tell you what is needed an what is not." The man's shoulders lift. "I only catch your guys' drills twice a seven day if I'm lucky."

Since he's being truthful, E'bert decides to continue on that tack, "Ivy trusts me, and I trust her. P'wyn is sound, and I can depend on him but Ivy is quicker to catch my backside if it's needed," and he'd rather have someone that he knows will be there than someone that may be there. E'bert could easily switch the positions around, after all Ivy would still have his back, "I will have to get that final wing arrangement to Sienna or O'ell tomorrow," because that's when his seven as trial wingleader starts.

'Hmmm…' Is the thoughtful sound that draws from W'rin as he finally flops back against the couch, the furniture groaning in protest as he sinks into it. "That's a much better reason to put her there." The man's arms cross over his barreled chest as he takes the conversation away from the charts, "Have you been round to see Ravene at all?"

E'bert shakes his head, "Next rest day I'll go. There hasn't been much time before now," again, simple honest answer. Usually the best anyway, "I've seen Zisene though. She's getting," what? "Well she's inquisitive," he finishes, "Kind of puts me in mind of that short blue rider that went to Southern," and he can't pull said rider's name out of his memory. Not that he's really going to be upset about it, "Lots of questions all the time. Ivy wondered if she'd be Searched some day. I don't know that Ravene would be too pleased with that though. Way I hear from Zisie (his pet name for his sister) is that Ravene was furious when I Impressed to Kar," shrug here because done is done, and can't be undone.

"We need riders. You have a duty to Pern now. The emotions of others aren't your concern anymore." The weyrleader places his hands on his legs, and hoists himself up from his seat. "And if your sister is called upon, I am sure she will see the same sense of purpose you do." W'rin collects his own charts, nodding his head toward the younger males, "You'll do fine, your time around. Have confidence, but make sure you listen to those who know more than you. You'll be fine." And with that he heads out back toward the inner caverns, and the first meeting of the day.

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