R'zel, Alyna


Following the Chain of command, Alyna bring the suspicious letter to her Wingleader, R'zel.


It is afternoon of the twenty-second day of the eighth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Archive Library, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 06 Apr 2018 04:00


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"That's… revealing."


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.

Another drill over, and not really lunchtime yet. R'zel has retreated to the library to mull over how things went. It's fairly busy at the moment, but he's manage to find one end of a long table to work at, and he's currently sketching out wing formations on a large wax tablet. That's a handy thing, because it allows him to make changes, which is what he's doing - lots of changes. Ocelot's going to be trying out some new manoeuvres tomorrow, it seems. He's found himself a glass of juice and a filled roll from the trolley; either this is a mid-morning snack or he's having an early lunch. He's been here only a few minutes, but he's already deeply engrossed in what he's doing.

Alyna managed to keep her head in her drills even as her thoughts tried to wander at the new evidence that she had tucked up inside her riding jacket the whole time. Once they were done and Haquith was off to her ledge for a little nap, the greenrider went hunting for her Wingleader. It doesn't take her long to find him, having noted him headed towards the living caverns once they were dismissed, the greenrider had sent her little queen, Jem, after him, who then relayed a picture of him entering the Library. Straightening and pulling the rolled and tied up hide from inside her jacket, Alyna walks in and over to where he's set up and offers a salute, "Wingleader. I have something you need to see." And with that she holds up what looks like a hide rolled tightly and tied tightly at each end and the middle. Her fingers start to deftly untie the secure knots she has put in the fastenings. When she is done, she unrolls the piece of hide very carefully onto an empty part of table. As she un-rolls the hide, small torn pieces of hide are revealed, arranged carefuly and only partially askew from the transport. When fully unravelled, it makes a letter that looks to have been cut up that someone put back together. Standing back, the greenrider will let him read it.
The pieced together letter is somewhat legible.

It begins, 'Dearest Mother.' The first few paragraphs describe ordinary goings on in the life of the writer - there's mention of her duties at Southern Boll Hold, where she seems to assist the Steward. There's also mention of her continued sadness at the various losses that she and her family have suffered - her own miscarriage, the deaths of S'vian, Linetta and Linetta's boys - but she's coping; she's had help from her husband and friends at Boll, and has taken advantage of a mindhealer's services. She expresses hope that 'dear little Nettie and her father' will be able to stay at the Weyr. Apparently some extended visits have been suggested: she regrets that she can't come to stay at Southern at present, and she'd rather her mother didn't visit Boll right now as her children need a normal routine at present.

In the final paragraph, the handwriting shows less confidence, and there are one or two scrapings-out and corrections. She expresses some concern about her mother after reading the last letter, and urges her - apparently not for the first time - to seek out whatever help can be found at Southern - surely a Weyr has a good mindhealer? It's signed, 'Your loving daughter, Vinsae'.

R'zel looks up. "Alyna!" He sounds surprised, but his eyes settle on the hide. "Jigsaw puzzles?" He leans forward to peer at it, then shifts forward in his seat and reads with more urgency. As he continues, he starts to nudge pieces of hide that have drifted in transit back into place with a fingertip. "S'vian… Nettie - that's Laeiva's granddaughter, the one we brought back after her mother's died. This is to Laeiva…." He reads further. "Mindhealer?" He reaches the end, and only then looks up. "That's… revealing. How did you get this?"

"I'd say it was revealing alright." Alyna says with a grim look on her face as she puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head slowly. "It was entrusted to me by the person who found it in Laeiva's room, in her waste basket to be precise. This person was worried about bringing it forwards themselves because they may have broken into her room to get it." the greenrider adds, "They are young and got scared and wrapped up in the gossip about the headwoman being the poisoner so they did something rash. Defintely not the sort to do something like this on the regular." That last is emphasized with a shake of her head.

R'zel raises his eyebrows. "May have broken into her room? Didn't your young informant know whether they had?" There's a hint of amusement in his tone. "All right, a scared kid - and you're sure they did actually find it, rather than, say, writing it themselves?" He looks back at the pieces. "Someone really had a go at that." He picks up a fragment of hide and rubs his fingers over it. "It was decent hide. And tiny pieces - I suspect there's a lot of anger behind those cuts. Otherwise, why not just scrape it and reuse it?" Good hide costs! "Laeiva's not the wasteful sort."

"Yes, they did break into her room," Alyna conceeds as she looks evenly at her Wingleader, "I came across them putting the pieces back together and they were very up front about where they got it from, sang like an avian as soon as I questioned them about it. There's no doubt in mind mind they were telling the truth, and I said I would try to keep their name out of it. Although, if a superior were to order me to divulge the information, I would of course comply." When he examines the hide with a touch she nods slightly, "I was thinking that as well. It's almost as if they wanted the whole thing obliterated. As if they didn't like what they read." and her slender finger will hover over the part suggesting the Headwoman might want to see a mindhealer.

"I suspect the Weyrleaders are going to want to know who your young friend is." R'zel's mind isn't really on the young snooper, though; he's still staring at the hide. "It's not really evidence of guilt, but it's certainly suggestive Reading between the lines, this makes me wonder if even her daughter thinks she's unbalanced. The mention of a mindhealer's rather cagey, but that bit about the children needing a normal routine looks like an excuse to keep her away." He looks up at Alyna, frowning thoughtfully. "I'm wondering if it helps us find her at all. Has she gone to Boll anyway? Or has she gone somewhere else because the daughter didn't want her at Boll? We should probably rule it out. Someone will have to visit the daughter."

"I kind of figured they would." Alyna says with a shrug of her shoulders when he mentions the Weyrleaders probably wanting to know about her informant. "And you're right, nothing in this letter points to the woman's guilt outright, but you're hitting on all the things I did Sir. It's obvious this Vinsae woman is trying to get her mother to seek help. The way she mentions a mindhealer having helped her. The mention of her upsetting the children's routines like you said. The blatant plea at the end." Alyna nods her head in affirmation at his last, "You're right, she probably wouldn't go to Boll after this letter, but her daughter could certainly fill in some of the blanks in this letter and elaborate on other things as well. But who should go? I know a Jaguar bluerider who is from there originally, a blooded nephew of the current Lord Holder actually. Maybe he could be of help." She offers up on a whim. "I would offer to go myself, a greenrider wouldn't raise too many eyebrows if we're worried about being too public with out inquiries, but I don't know the place at all."

R'zel nods his agreement. "Someone who knows Boll could be helpful - who is that? And how about one of the healers, just in case she /is/ there and in a bad state? But I think that'll be for the Weyrleaders to decide; this'll have to go to them as soon as possible. They may want to send someone with a fancy knot, in case there's a need to… gain co-operation." He moves his hands towards the letter, then stops. "Do you know what we need before that? A pot of glue! I bet there's one in here somewhere." Jigsaw time!

"His name's D'har, blue Searuth's. He's in the Weyrleader's wing, so I'm sure Va'os is aware of him and his connection to Boll." Alyna says in a tone of voice that, while perfectly sincere, may dance on the very edge of sarcasm without actually going over. "I know my opinion counts as very little, but the less Laeiva finds out about the inquiries after her, the better. Yes, sometimes a fancy knot is needed, but not always." Alyna probably shouldn't have said that, but her tone at least is respectful. When he mentions glue, her lips curl at the corners as she chuckles, "Yes! Glue would be very useful right about now." Her blue eyes scan the Library briefly as she wanders off in search of some glue to hopefulyl return momentarily.

R'zel nods. "D'har, right." He waits for Alyna to return with the glue before continuing. "It'd certainly be better not to advertise what's been going on here any further than we have to - ah, well done." That's for securing a glue pot and brushes. As he reaches for a sticky-handled brush, R'zel says regretfully, "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask who your informant is - I'll keep it to myself if I can, but they're liable to want to know." And then it's time for pasting and sticking, until that letter can be moved and read without scattering little pieces of hide everwhere.

"It's Kyriatis, the young gardner girl." Alyna gives up once she's been asked for the name of her informant as she helps her Wingleader put together one of the most grim jigsaw puzzles she's ever done.

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