Who

D'wane, R'zel

What

R'zel clearly has too much free time if he's running in the rain! D'wane finds him something to do.

When

It is afternoon of the tenth day of the third month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Star Stones, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 10 Feb 2018 00:00

 

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Star Stones

Jutting from the jungles, the caldera's northern most edge has been fashioned into the necessary star stones; two great boulders push up against the sky, weathering the winds that scour the ever-encroaching lichens that cling to the humid-moistened rock. A singular stone, so obviously man-made, serves as the eye-rock, long forgotten with only the wind's erosive touch to keep the greenery away. The stones stand upon the flattest point of the caldera, and any who climb the winding stairs, up the mountain's face, will be treated with a view worthy of the effort of the climb of the seemingly endless stone steps. Far and away, the entire weyr is exposed as are the vast jungles and terraced fields that dot the horizon. The Southern Barrier Range looms above the weyr, and from this vantage point, one can see the snows that clings to the summits. The winding Black Rock River sparkles far, far below. The ledge itself is small, however, so only a few brave souls and possibly one dragon could fit up here. With no handrails, the edge of the star stones's ledge offer a danger to the unwary who think to stand where the rock curves down into the bowl below.


On a rainy autumn afternoon, the steep stairs up to Star Stones can be particularly treacherous. Maybe that's why whatever brings D'wane up here right now, he's cheating a bit. Who needs to lumber up countless steps when dragonwings can make the trip so much easier, if you ignore the fact that Rocketh only fits because the current watchdragon is a tiny green. There's some awkward shuffling, but D'wane does manage to dismount and off the bronze goes to find a drier and wider ledge to waste away an afternoon on. At least for cooperating, the weyrsecond can be seen passing a canteen full of klah towards the watchrider, along with a few words being passed.

When R'zel arrives, it's the hard way - up the stairs, and at a moderately brisk trot. He almost turns away when he sees how full the ledge is from half way up the last long flight of stairs, but as he sees Rocketh take himself elsewhere, he does complete the climb, albeit at a slower pace. He's thoroughly soaked, naturally, and wipes the rain from his face with his forearm as he steps out onto the platform. There's a grin and a wave for the watchrider, and a salute and a cheerful, "Afternoon, Weyrsecond!" to D'wane.

D'wane finishes his business with the watchrider, giving the man a clap on the back as he steps away, looking about as grim as the weather. R'zel's sudden arrival, and greeting, is met with an apprehensive eyebrow raise. The apparent cheerfulness hasn't convinced him yet. "You weren't looking for me, were you?" Because if he was and D'wane didn't want to be found, his options for running away are very, very narrow at the moment.

"No, sir, I'm just out for some exercise. The mud was too bad to finish my run this morning." Yes, this is the same R'zel whose natural tendency was to avoid PT like the plague. He did take to running, though, as D'wane may remember from Ocelot days, and he sounds relaxed if not a little elated to have made it up all those stairs. "Filthy weather, though - it spoils the view."

Well, since he has confirmation that he isn't currently being hunted down, D'wane nods and relaxes just a hair, still with his arms across his chest though. "I wouldn't recommend running down the stairs though… Rainy as it is, one wrong step and you'll be busting your ass all the way down. And try explaining that to K'vvan." Considering they've both witnessed the wingleader curse out several riders after various injuries (and been on the receiving end of them in D'wane's case) it shouldn't take a lot of imagination.

"You're right; it wouldn't go down well," R'zel's tone is rueful as he concurs. "We've had enough injuries. Plus, I've no particular desire to break my neck." It's a long way down if he falls! "I'll take it steady on the way down. Sometimes, I just need to move." Yes, he's definitely caught the exercise bug. Who'd have thought it!

"I mean… if Ocelot hadn't just had so many injuries, sometimes he might just need an excuse to yell…" Not that D'wane can really talk considering Jaguar's had it's own share of injuries as well. And there are easier things to keep K'vvan happily angry than wingseconds with mostly-self-inflicted injuries. He does nod along at the mention of the need to move, rubbing a hand ruefully along the back of his neck. "Yeah… I know that feeling. Not looking forward to getting back to meetings this afternoon." And then the meetings after the meetings. And meetings to prepare for meetings. It's meetings all the way down!

"Yes, it looks as if Truhith's going to be out a while," R'zel says, his tone regretful. "That Fall was a shocker." And Ocelot was far from alone in taking casualties in it. "Fortunately Kurlith's healing well from the one before; he won't be out for too long. And the ones from a while back are starting to come back in." He frowns - maybe it's the characteristic look of a wingsecond considering numbers. "A shame it's so long before we'll have any more weyrlings coming through."

D'wane knows the look of a wingsecond considering numbers extremely well. So well in fact, he's upgraded it to a grimace of his own. "We at least got a couple transfers back from Igen and a new one from High Reaches…" Not enough to make up for the injuries they've faced over the past few sevens, but it's a start. "It'll be a relief once one of the queens goes up again." He'll heartily agree to that considering the clutch from the last flight is well grown by now.

"That's true." That's said with feeling. "Good to see the current class flying now, though." R'zel slicks back his hair, sending drips of rainwater trickling down his neck, as he parses the rest of what D'wane is saying. "Yes, we've had Alyna from Igen join us, but a few more certainly wouldn't hurt. Am I imagining it, or are the casualties worse, this last turn?"

"With the way current casualty rates are going, I'm not sure if I really want to see Catmint flying resupply anytime soon…" That's more a grumble to himself than anything else, but D'wane's a loud made and the acoustics of the star stone edge can help carry that morbid mutter. "They seem to be worst. Come up with some suggestions on how to get them better. Think you can have something for me by the end of the seven?" R'zel might not have come looking for D'wane, but right place at the right time and looks like impromptu assignments might just be doled out!

R'zel freezes for a second, considering whether this assignment is possible at all, let alone in a sevenday! "I'm not sure yet - have you noticed anything different happening to make things worse?" He thinks for a moment, then proposes, "I'll see what I can come up with. I'll also analyse the Fall reports and see if there are any particular causes or types of casualty cropping up a lot, or any change in conditions. Can I report progress on that in a sevenday?"

D'wane snorts a bit. "If I told you what I'd noticed, I wouldn't be getting new ideas now, would I?" But that is accompanied with a bit of a wink. "Yeah. Report on whatever you think can help in a sevenday." It might be a big assignment, but at least it's open ended? A blessing and a curse? Don't worry, R'zel won't be the only one graced with such projects soon. "Anyways, Mayte will kill me if I'm late to this meeting. Don't slip on your way down." Mostly because the weyrsecond is going down first and he's pretty sure not even a broken neck would be an acceptable excuse considering what happened to those bookshelves….

It sounds as if R'zel won't be going for runs for a while - he's going to be glued to the record hides, looking for ideas that may not be there! "Yes, sir," he says, like a dutiful wingsecond, and manages not to show his frustration until D'wane's on his way down and he's following - slowly - and at a safe distance.

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