Who

Z'bor, Alyna

What

A couple of greenriders chatting in the library

When

It is midmorning of the fourth day of the tenth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Archive Library, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 17 Aug 2018 04:00

 

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"Working hard on such a nice day, I admire your discipline Wingsecond,"


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Archive Library

Where once books reigned supreme, this open space is now dominated by a stalwart skybroom reaching to the sky through a broken ceiling. What was once evidence of collapse is now ornately carved with engraved ivy, matched by a clever contraption of stone that allows the gap to be closed in inclement weather. A small garden occupies the space around the tree-trunk, all manicured bushes and flowering shrubbery enclosed by a grated gutter. The walls are lined with bookcases, while a spiral staircase leans on the western wall to wind upwards to the second level. Tucked in the corners and scattered in the main areas are tables and chairs, cafe-style, and comfortably worn overstuffed armchairs. It is the perfect place for individuals to gather, to enjoy the offerings of the food-cart or a spirited conversation.


It's the type of spring day that calls for being out of doors and in the sunlight. A day where surfing would be preferable to being stuck indoors doing hide work. But, this is exactly the position Z'bor, Serval wingsecond, finds himself in. The compromise is working in the archives, where one can at least see the bright blue sky from under the canopy of the giant tree that grows here. Sitting near said tree, Z'bor studies fall charts and wing formations, wracking his brain for ideas on how to handle the new mid fall transition. He's been here all morning, what a way to spend a rest day.

Looking as if she's just come from a swim, blond hair twisted into a messy damp bun, and wearing a turquoise sundress, the straps of her yellow bikini peeking out at her shoulder, Alyna wanders into the Library. Making a beeline for the refreshment cart, she grabs a mug and some hot water, into which she drops a tea bag she takes out of the small pouch hanging from a thin leather belt around her waist. While it steeps, she lets her gaze wander the room until they rest on Z'bor. With a bright smile, she wanders over, peering at his hidework, "Working hard on such a nice day, I admire your discipline Wingsecond," she teases lightly her fellow greenrider.

Z'bor flicks his gaze upward at a slightly familiar voice and greets Alyna with a warm smile. "Thanks. I wish I was less disciplined sometimes. But duty calls." He waves at the charts in front of him. "With nearly all of my wing being green or blue riders, I need to figure out a way for us to transition and be able to help the full fall." It's quite the conundrum for the greenroder and he's determined to figure it out. "Seems like you've been enjoying the weather though." He's referring to her wet hair and peeking bikini. "Was the swim nice?" Maybe he can live vicariously through someone else today.

Alyna chuckles softly as she dunks the tea bag a couple of times before finding a bin to discard it, "Oh yeah, it was very pleasant, can't keep me out of the water once the weather turns nice. And it's not all enjoyment, it's really helped rebuild the muscles in my injured leg, so I should be ready to get back to drills here very soon." Without being invited, she takes a seat at the table before taking a sip of her tea. "Ohhh, that sounds like a challenge. Didn't I hear something about Serval's Wingleader getting injured? Are you acting in her stead then?"

Z'bor chuckles. "Hey, swimming is the best kind of PT, because it's actually fun." He doesn't mind that Alyna sits herself, in fact, the company is most appreciated. "Aye, our Wingleader is out for the count at the moment and as I'm the one who knows her routine with the wing the best, I got left as defacto Wingleader. My Wingsecond counterpart has taken over my job with PT and drills." A fact Z'bor sounds none too happy about, but this may be because the man isn't running things to Z'bor's satisfaction. But, one must pick and choose their battles and honestly, the wing is probably grateful for a break from Z'bor's extreme PT routines.

"It really is," Alyna replies as she settles herself more comfortably. "Defacto wingleader huh? Well good luck with that, is it a big change for you from Wingsecond?" Alyna wouldn't know because she has never really yearned for any kind of leadership position and is a good little greenrider and does as she's told…most of the time. "So have you found a solution then? To the switching out that is." she asks before bringing her mug back to her lips for a long sip.

Z'bor shrugs. "It's a change for sure, though I've sort of kind of been in this position before." It's no secret that Serval has had an issue keeping Wingleaders the past few turns. "And I'll be fine until Rielle takes back over, she and I worked pretty closely so it's mostly just extra hide work I have to deal with. And this…" He waves at the charts again. When Alyna asks about his salution to the problem, he shrugs. "I found some formations that will help fill in the gaps, but I'm still working on the problem as a whole."

"Well that's good, that you are familiar with it all that is," Alyna elaborates as she puts her mug down on the table, taking special care not to put it anywhere near the hidework. "I see," she remarks diplomatically as she peeks at the charts he's waving over. "I've always flown mid-flight or high, anything drastically different in flying a lower wing? Seems like with all those smaller dragons, the wing as a whole could be more maneuverable." Her expression is intrigued as she tilts her head to look at one of the formation setups. "Although I'll be learning soon enough, since I'm going to be a spell in Puma before returning to Ocelot," she remarks in an off-hand way.

Z'bor sighs. "It's numbers I have an issue with, not maneuverability. We don't quite have enough numbers to fill in the gaps. Hopefully that'll ease some once we tap the older weyrling class." With injuries and deaths on the records from the last few heavy falls, it's hard to replace those and Z'bor is hard pressed to do so. "Puma isn't a bad wing to be in…" Z'bor comments with a smile.

"Well if you tightened the formations and used the maneuverability more, then you might get away with it until you can replenish the ranks," Alyna offers with a shrug that clearly states he's free to ignore her suggestion, it's no skin off her nose. With a bit of a coy smile back, she nods a bit, "Yeah, it's going to be a change. Haquith's not happy of course, she loves showing the 'big boys' that greens can too fly in the upper flight. But with the baby and all, she doesn't really have a choice so she's keeping the grumbling to a minimum." There's a bit of a twinkle in her eyes as she takes another sip of her tea, watching Z'bor over the rim.

Z'bor nods. "Maybe…." Alyna's suggestion isn't a bad one and Z'bor appreciates the insight. "I'll play around with it a b it and see what happens." He listens as Alyna speaks further and has a smile on his face when she announces her pregnancy. "Well well, congratulations. Looks like you two took the leap after our conversation about kids, eh?"

Alyna looks rather pleased her suggestion was met with consideration instead of just dismissed, something she's not entirely used to. To his next, she dips her head briefly, "Thanks, we're rather excited about it. And yeah, we did. The timing seemed right for it, and it happened almost immediately, so it's all seems to be working out. I'm already two months gone, although no one could tell just yet." Subconsciously she rubs her hand down her still flat stomach just to make sure that hasn't changed while she wasn't paying attention. "What about you? How're your kids doing? How old are they again?"

Z'bor grins. "Glad to hear it." Z'bor looks thoughtful for a moment, as if recalling memory. And indeed he is, remembering how quickly Rielle had changed in body when she was pregnant with Zariel. It's a fond memory and it widen's Z'bor's smile. "I'm well, and the kids are too. They or six and seven, soon to be seven and eight. They grow mighty fast y'know…" Z'bor still feels like it was yesterday he was changing nappies and singing/rocking sick/tired babies to sleep….and now, now they are in harper lessons and the man can hardly believe it, and says as much.

"Wow, so they are really close in age then, that must be nice for them," Alyna remarks before chuckling at Z'bor's next, "I keeping hearing that, I guess I'll see for myself. Thank Faranth for the Healers though and this wonderful tea of theirs to help fight the morning sickness, which is poorly named cause it definitely is not just in the mornings." She raises her mug slightly before finishing off it's contents with one last chug. A rather embaressing rumble in her stomach betrays causes her to laugh at herself, "I swear, when I'm not at risk of losing my lunch, I'm starving all the time. I should be leaving you to your work anyway, but remember, regular breaks are important too," she chides gently before standing to go put her mug with the dirty dishes.

Z'bor nods. "Aye, I've heard it's a wishy-washy thing, pregancy. It's extreme one way or another." THough he's been told this, he'll never fiully know the truth of it because he lacks the parts to experience it. "I won't forget to take a break, but it's definitely not time for one just yet. I hope you get to enjoy your lunch Alyna. Have a good day." And with that, it's back to the klah and charts for the wingsecond, who is determined to fix his issue by the end of the day.

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