==== February 19th, 2014
==== T'ral
==== T'ral is prepared to head to Igen. Well, he's leaving for Igen, whether he's prepared remains to be seen. The Over/Under for perforations of his person is at 3.

Who T'ral
What (backscene) T'ral is prepared to head to Igen. Well, he's leaving for Igen, whether he's prepared remains to be seen. The Over/Under for perforations of his person is set at 3.
When It is midmorning of the twenty-eighth day of the first month of the first turn of the 12th pass.
Where Southern Weyr

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Atrium Libertatis
A perfectly round room with a domed ceiling polished smooth. Inclusions in the stone glitter like stars in dim light. The room is over half a dragon-length across with no other rooms or alcoves are apparent. Carved and built into the walls under the dome, shelves run around the entire perimeter. They are sparsely filled with baskets, books and foodstuffs.
A large round wooden table of sturdy planks, dressed with simple tableware, dominates the center of the room. A stone bench surrounds it, carved from the stone of the floor allows seating for several people. Shallow glow sconces are set into the bench, covered with thick glass, and when lit set the domed ceiling to sparkling with glittering reflections. Currently, five mis-matched and tattered cushions dot the benches.
There is a small seating area to the right, a sturdy lounge badly in need of recovering and two comfortable (and similarly disreputable) chairs. Strangely, there is no bed in evidence. Nor a dedicated work surface. Closer inspection reveals built-ins, a bed that lifts and lowers on a clever mechanism and a desk that folds out of the wall.
The overall impression is one of solid intricacy.


T'ral stands at the entrance to his Weyr, looking around at the neatly appointed room. Everything was finally in order. It had taken a surprising amount of time to arrange for an absence. Every marker called in -times like this it paid to be the guy that always pitched in- and favors owed beyond that. Glows shuttered. Perishables consumed. Wash basin emptied. Leathers polished. Clothes packed. Only the small matter of finding someone reliable to deliver his messages remained.

To Arianne:

Ma'am,

I'm requesting a leave of absence, effective immediately, to deal with a personal matter. I have arranged with others to cover my shifts at the infirmary and on sweeps. I will still attend drills, but on the chance that I cannot, Ry'melsk and Obelith can cover me, with Z'bor and Ozriath as backup. If you have heard anything about a confrontation between my father and me, there was one. If you are curious about the nature or substance, please discuss it with him, I trust he will give a fair accounting of events. I apologize for any difficulties this causes, but have endeavored to make my absence as painless as possible and will conclude my affairs with all possible speed.

Regards,

T'ral

To Bailey:

Ma'am,

When I have concluded the business which brought about certain unfortunate and ill-concieved choices on my part, I will report to you and accept any decision you deem fit regarding my disposition. If you have any questions about the matter, please see the Headman.

Regards,

T'ral

To Diya:

Diya,

I can't get that stricken look on your face out of my head. You have to know extraordinary circumstances led to my poor behavior. When you get this I will have gone to Igen, but when I return, I would like to talk with you.

My apologies,

T'ral

To Nika:

Ma'am,

I am going to be in Igen for an indeterminate amount of time. I have arranged with other trainees to cover my shifts in the infirmary. With your permission, I would like to share the case-study of our treatment of Jiamoth and Cerise with the Dragonhealers of Igen. I scribed a copy of my own so that I would not be absconding with the Weyr's offical records. I regret that I could not ask you in person, but the pressing personal matter that requires my attention is time sensitive. Please accept my apologies for any difficulties this causes you and for the interruption of my training. If you hear of an altercation between my father and me, please discuss it with him. I trust that he will give a fair accounting of events. My best to Atmanth.

Regards,

T'ral

To Renalde:

Father,

I'm leaving for Igen returning only for Thread and drills until this matter is resolved to my liking. You have my most sincere apologies for my recent rash actions and disrespect towards you. We do not always or even often see eye to eye, but that is exactly why I value your counsel and regard. Thank you for being there when I have come to you. Thank you for your efforts regarding Prymelia, it is unfair and inappropriate to blame you for her situation. Wish me the best in resolving these matters quickly and well.

Love,

T'ral

T'ral walks the weyr, steps loud in the still air. Foregoing their perch, T'ral's little fair of firelizards have claimed a basket of linens on one of the many shelves ringing the room. At the bluerider's approach they look up, chirring sleepily and shifting the tangle a legs and wings and tails. "Meisan, look after this lot, okay." He rubs the proud little jaw with a crooked knuckle, "And don't bully Teide." A touch to each of the little, lidded sleepy heads, "Wish me luck." Alarph, the eldest and gentlest of the four, nudges T'ral's finger and the young man smiles. It's the first time he's smiled in days.

The door to the weyr thunks shut and darkness falls within, save for dim luminence of four tiny faceted sets of slowly blinking eyes. Set by set these little eyes close and all is in darkness.

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