Who | |
What |
A Wingleader, A Weyrwoman and her assistant grumble about work and exchange pleasantries. Mild Adult Language |
When |
-- On Pern -- |
Where |
Southern Weyr, Living Cavern, Nighthearth |
OOC Date | 27 Jan 2019 07:00 |
"Holders."
Nighthearth
A comfortable nook, this natural extension of the living room is cozily attired with overstuffed chairs and a couple of well-worn loveseats. All have been covered in various shades of green, giving the very incongruous appeal of a miniature forest hidden away inside… a grove of man-made proportion. Fish stews and spicy white-wherry chili are often kept hot on the minor hearths east and west of the main, for those whose hours defy when meals are kept. Ornate, the largest hearth towers high, rich with carving and utilitarian in fashion: it holds court by providing the weyr with rich klah, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon wafting.
Someone thought they were going to go and have some fun, but it turns out his earlier Health and welfare inspection of his wing found some serious issues so now Th'res is sitting in the nighthearth doing paper work as usual. Or so he should be instead he has a few black stones laid out on a cloth and is polishing them as he inspects them humming to himself. The night is still very warm so he is currently sitting in his swimming cut shorts and no shirt.
Taurie has her own bit of hidework to get through. She enters the living caverns with her arms and sidebag full to bursting with hides. She makes her way to the nighthearth and claims a spot near Th'res with a small table. Before doing anything else, she sorts the hides into piles by matter of importance. She ends up with four separate piles before she's satisfied enough to get up and retrieve a cup of klah and a plate of fruit, pastries and other such snackable items. It's on her way back that she actually notices who is occupying that seat near hears and she emits a bright smile when she sees him. "Th'res! Good evening! How are you?" She quirks an eyebrow as she sets her snacks and klah down on the table an picks up her first hide. She begins to examine this as she waits for Th'res' reply and mentally notes where she needs to make corrections. Finding her stylus is proving to be a chore. She just knows she put it in her side bag somewhere!
Th'res looks up at the excited greeting and grins "Hey Miss Taurie, I am alright how are you?" He keeps polishing the stone in his hand as she can see it is a rough uncut black diamond from Ista. When she starts hunting for a stylus he reaches out and offers her his saying "Business must be good with all that paper work you have going there."
Taurie chuckles. "I don't think I've ever been so busy in my life." A glance is given to the stone in Th'res' hand but she's much too distracted by the hide in her own hands. The offered stylus is taken with much gratitude and Taurie begins making her notations on the thing. "Business is booming but I've picked up a second job since deciding to make Southern my permanent base of operations. I'm a weyrwoman's assistant now too." And working her tail off to prove she deserves and can do the job.
The new job assignment has the redheaded rider lifting his eyebrows in shock as he says "Really now? And what brought that on?" Because some how Th'res missed this little tidbit of gossip and now has to rectify this very grievous error. He puts the stone back down on to the mat before steepling his fingers in rapped attention. The work he should be doing? It is still there, mostly done, it can wait.
Taurie shrugs. "I saw an opportunity and seized it. Our Sr. Weyrwoman was without an assistant and was doing it alone so I offered my services. It seems to be working out thus far." She chuckles as she finishes this hide and sets it aside for a drink of klah and a quick bite of pastry. She then picks up the next hide and is at it again. "I swear I'm a glutton for punishment sometimes. How have you been?"
Th'res just chuckles as he goes back to his hobby, "Well that is good that you have ambitions and being in good with the leadership is always a good business move." He picks up another black almost glass like stone and starts to polish it as well getting off any kind of rough edges with the cloth he is using. "I have been alright, this being a Wingleader stuff was a lot easier in Weyrlinghood as far as the paperwork goes." He stops and reaches down for his mug of Klah that yes is still hot and steaming that he sips from.
Taurie smiles, though she can't completely relate, she's never had a dragon in her head or had to keep a wing together and fit. She looks back down to her hide and begins skimming it, making corrections here and there, and sometimes she takes notes on a scraphide. "And how are other things, besides work?" Her question comes after a bit of silence, but at least she actually remembered to ask it. She sometimes gets lost in her work.
Th'res tilts his head "What other things? Who told you there were things besides work?" it is hard to know if he is teasing as he dead-pans there for a good few minutes. He leans back and sips his Klah for a few quiet minutes to see how the young woman reacts. Because yes he is that bored at times, but if he is asked he will totally blame it on the dragon!
Th'res' tease and deadpan manor are met with an outburst of tinkling laughter from Taurie. "A little flitter told me!" Two can play at this game. She looks up over the edge of her hidework for a moment, blue-green eyes alight with amusement. "C'mon, spill the beans! I'm in desperate need of news beyond Weyr business." And then back to the hide her eyes go, she's listening, promise!
Th'res shrugs and grins "Well lets see. F'kan asked a wildling to make a permanent home with him. Ring included mind you.." He leans back and looks up at the ceiling as if having to think more "I hear it is the Weyrleaders Turnday soon so people are going to be tasked with some kind of surprise for him." He then grins over at Taurie adding "Oh and I am going to be an uncle, my sister and her ..wife I guess? still not sure about how that works but they are happy.. Anyway my sister got pregnant and is expecting." He all about beams with joy of his family growing larger.
Taurie looks up over her hide again at news of F'kan and gives a wry grin. "Did he now? Good for him!" Taurie snags on to the next piece of juicy gossip like a 'lizard after the first chunk of meat. She stows that little tidbit away for later, she'll have to see if she can set something up for the Weyrleader, or talk one of the Weyrwomen into it. "Congratulations on being an uncle! Babies are so sweet and adorable." Taurie loves little ones, so innocent, so sweet.
And suddenly there is a Weyrwoman in the Nighthearth. Quite suddenly, in fact. Amani seems to have been on a warpath and ends it there, sweeping in to stop by the hearth and catching her breath, clearly trailing a storm cloud of frustration behind her. After a few deep breaths, she registers Taurie and Th'res' presence with a few blinks and blushes slightly. "Sorry! Don't mind me," she says, sidling over to the klah hearth to dip up some of the iced version of the stuff into a mug while trying to clear whatever she'd just been dealing with from her expression.
Th'res sees the angry bear that is the Weyrwoman, sees the frustration, and still pokes this proverbial bear because that is what siblings do! He leans over and whispers in a non-to-quiet tone to Taurie "Behold the angry Weyrwoman, while not an uncommon sight to be seen, the fact that no has died yet maybe a miracle.." HE then straightens up in the chair and calls loudly "Hey Little sister, how ya doing?"
Quite suddenly indeed! Taurie is suddenly viewing the Sr Weyrwoman, instead of Th'res over the top of her hide. Eyebrows lift in surprise and Taurie sets her hides aside, moving around her chair and small table to move towards Amani. "Is there anything I can get for you Weyrwoman Amani? Tea? Klah?" There's a look of worry on Taurie's face, but she dares not ask anything too personal. Th'res and his comments are eyed around the Weyrwoman. That was bold.
"The room isn't so big that you need to holler," Amani counters to Th'res' call, eyeing her blueriding clutch mate flatly. To Taurie, she shakes her head and brandishes the mug she's just filled. "This ought to do. Though if you can track down a platter of bubbly pies for me at some point, that might help." She's only half-kidding. With that, she takes a long pull from her mug and lets out a long sigh through her nose as she swallows. "Holders."
Th'res grins at Taurie and just gives her a wink. He drinks from his hot mug and tilts his head at the explanation "What are do they want now?" Because he is totally up for helping if he can, somewhere there is an idea from a to helpful blue that involves fish and air deliveries.
Taurie has been given a mission and she shall prevail. She's off hunting while Amani talks to Th'res. And much to Taurie's surprise, there's a batch just coming out of the kitchen. Walking up, she commandeers the plate of bubblies stating that the kitchen staff's Weyrwoman thanks them and sends them back to make more. She's soon returning with the the still warm pies and she offers them up to Amani.
"What don't they want?" Amani huffs out another sigh, only noting Taurie's departure in her periphery for the moment but not really considering why the other woman is leaving. "We're expected to keep tabs on everything and have an explanation for all that goes wrong…" Suddenly there's a plate of bubblies in front of her, and she blinks again, eyes widening. "Taurie, I wasn't serious!" she insists, her tone rather pitched with her surprise. Even so, she does take the platter. "But…thank you." And she promptly plucks one up and takes a bite, her expression softening to something near bliss for a long moment.
Th'res frowns slightly nodding "I see, and what is it exactly they want an answer for?" When the plate appears he gives a nod of approval to the assistant lifting his mug in salute. Taking a sip he turns back to the gold rider adding "You know I am a holder born, and I don't mind talking with them if it takes a load off your plate."
Taurie chuckles when Amani exclaims about not being serious, and the chuckles increase when the woman takes a pie off the plate. "You may not have been, but your subconscious knows what you want." All this said ina light hearted tone of amusement. She only catches a brief bit of Th'res' reply to Amani about the holds. She returns to her own klah mig and retrieves it, leaving the hidework for now.
With another sigh while she chews away, Amani shakes her head at Th'res. "I appreciate the offer, Th'res, but…it doesn't work that way," she replies. "Some of them want to know why they keep running up against wildlings in certain areas and don't like it when they're told the wildlings were there first…" There may be more, but she's rather over rehashing matters at the moment. The bubblies are far more worth her time. She smirks at Taurie, chuckling past another bite. "My subconscious thinks bubblies are the solution to everything, apparently."
Th'res nods and then shrugs "Really? cuz that kinda sounds like my wings job description. Wildling relations and all that.." Making a note on a spare hide to tease a certain brown rider about taking that part too literally later, he chuckles "Well I could think of worse things to be solutions. And when you have such a ready enabler might as well take advantage."
Taurie makes a mental note to ask Amani about the wildling encounters later, but for now she can tell that business is not what her employer needs. "Why shouldn't bubblies be the answer to everything? They're delicious!" She can only smile when Th'res names her an enabler. Again, who //wouldn't want to enable a bubbly habit?
"I know it is," Amani says to Th'res' first, "but when it comes down to it, the Holders look to me and Va'os as the ultimate mediators when they can't handle it themselves, not your wing. Even if you all are able to help some in between." She contents herself with finishing off her bubbly pie, giving Taurie an approving nod. "I would be much happier if they were," she answers bemusedly. "They're helping already. Which is good, because I need to turn my focus elsewhere in a bit. 'Elsewhere' being the Craft Complex to go get something I might have commissioned for our illustrious Weyrleader's birthday."
Th'res shrugs and grins "Well you know I am here if you need help." Says one workaholic to another, as he stands up and stretches saying "Well I got my sweeps to do in the morning and should probably be off to try to sleep." He shakes his head and says aloud to the air "No Jed, I don't think the Weyrleader wants some red-fin in his sleeping area.." He rolls his eyes then says to the two ladies "Someday he will grow up right?"
Taurie looks pleased as punch when Amani says the bubblies are helping, and her interest perks when Amani mentions having something made for the Weyrleader's Turnday. "I was just making a note before you came in to talk to you and Weyrwoman Treista about that! His turnday must be celebrated!" As to Th'res' question, Taurie shrugs. She's not bonded to a dragon, and wouldn't know.
Amani is much less of a workaholic these days with Treista around, though her responsibilities are never-ending. Such is the nature of the knot. "If he hasn't by this point, I don't think so. Sleep well, Th'res," Amani answers, and turns her attention fully to Taurie. "Let's walk and talk, then. After I finish my klah." Which is downed in short order. The bubblies wind up in a cloth to be carried along on their way to the Craft Complex…and the evening carries on.