The golds at Igen aren't giving away any hints about when the double clutch of eggs will begin to crack, therefore everyone is on edge these days — especially the candidates. Having passed a few white knots on her way through the training grounds, Diem enters the barracks and makes a beeline for the Weyrlingmaster's office at the far end of the large area. Knock, knock. She'll wait for permission to enter. In the meantime, the Weyrwoman glances around the barracks in a quick 'inspection' of its cleanliness out of habit.

Everyone is on edge and Miel is among them. But? This is also the greenrider’s favorite time of any clutch hardening on the Sands. That ever rapidly closing window of ‘should be soon’ and ‘any day now’. It’s like she thrives on the anticipation! Having only recently transferred in, she’ll not be long behind Diem in arriving at Vosji’s office. Dressed for work today and not wearing anything (yet) to cover her head, she’ll come to stand beside the other woman, hands clasped behind her back only after giving a quick-flicked salute. “Morning, Weyrwoman.” No question on why she’s there! That may not be her business, after all.

People keep trying to make Vosji rest, or take a day off, or do anything that isn't workaholic-ing herself into a stress pile before the eggs have even hatched, but this is a crucial time for her to not be gone from Igen longer than, say, half an hour. Iskanzivoth got one last trip to the mountains and now she's bunkered in her office for the foreseeable future, wrapped around a tall cup of ice water and wearing reading glasses. When everyone appears at once, she looks up and smiles, the glasses sliding most of the rest of the way down her nose. "Come on in, ma'am, and you," Miel doesn't get a name, "you too." The barracks are perfectly spotless and shining because Vosji even helped when she made candidates clean them.

Diem catches sight of auburn hair approaching from across the barracks and offers the gal a nod in greeting. "Good morning." There's a brief scan for a shoulder knot just as Zsaviranth supplies the newly transferred greenrider's name. Ah! » Thank you. « White sage dissipates from the goldrider's senses and indicates the queen's retreating presence for the moment — she's never too far away, afterall. A familiar voice inside the office snags Diem's attention and she enters through the archway, stepping aside for Miel to follow since this isn't exactly a private meeting. "Hello, Vosji. I hope we aren't disturbing you?"

Miel doesn’t seem to mind being addressed with a lack of name or title by Vosji; she’s used to it. She’ll wait for Diem to go first, before slipping in behind and settling herself a little more off to the side. “Morning,” No name there either. “Hard at work already?” Familiar enough to tease, she’ll only push so far before sobering her mood.

"No, of course not. Office is always open unless the door's completely unopenable," Vosji says good-naturedly, taking her glasses the rest of the way off and setting them aside. "At which point you'll probably figure it out, or Iskanzivoth will let your respective lifemates know. "And it's just couch planning, Miel, not a big deal." She has six separate charts, based on projected, potential dragon numbers. "What can I do for you, Weyrwoman?"

"I just stopped by to see how things are going with you." Diem says to Vosji with a cheery grin. Both hands clasp loosely behind her back as she pivots toward the greenrider standing on the opposite side of the desk. "And to perhaps formally meet your newest assistant." A beat, "How are you settling in so far?" That, of course, is to Miel. There's faint recollection of some transfer papers and a brief conversation with Cremla about the newest promotions to the weyrling staff team. With the eggs ready to hatch any day, it's a good time to check in across all departments.

Miel grimaces as she glances down at those plans, then up again to Vosji. “Not a big deal, until you have to reshuffle them because some of the pairs don’t get along.” she points out and probably not that helpfully in reminding the Weyrlingmaster. “Remember that one pair? Blue and… ah, never mind.” Dismissive flick of her hand cuts that story short, followed by a sheepish, relaxed grin to Diem. A more respectful nod. “Miel, green Ivaenth’s rider, from Ista.” she supplies, unaware of Zsaviranth’s earlier filling in. “Settling in just fine, thank you! Took me awhile to orient myself. Almost fully unpacked… thanks to a little help. That Candidate proved quite the worker, if quiet.” The last of that remark is also meant for Vosji, as her gaze settles knowingly on the bluerider.

Vosji grins just a little wickedly at Miel's last observation. "They are that, unless prompted," she agrees, as far as the Candidate given in question. "Istan dragons whose names begin with I are, I think, superior weyrling training dragons. Unfortunately I also added a new Igen green to the staff, so we'll have to start a pattern with Igen shelled dragons with K names, too." She has such faith in her hand-picked new-new AWLM choice of Chelsa. "These are just for immediately after the hatching, if we need to move people later — if we need to move people later because they aren't getting along, that's going to be your job," she redirects halfway through the sentence, tossing Miel a task that suits her skill set best. "If Zsaviranth has any feedback about the hatchlings and their sleeping areas, of course, she is also welcome to pass it through Iskanzivoth. He appreciates her insights."

"Good, good. I'm glad to hear it." Diem nods approvingly after Miel's introduction and assessment of her transfer thus far. Cremla is very efficient at seeing to the needs of those new to the desert Weyr, which means that the pressure has been taken off the Weyrwoman for the most part. Of course, it doesn't help that both of her Juniors are stuck on the sands since most of the meet-n-greets fall under their job descriptions, not hers. Vosji is on the receiving end of a tawny colored stare as Diem pivots toward her again. "Certainly." The senior queen is fond of Iskanzivoth and will gladly share any insights with him. "I have various shifts scheduled with the dragonhealers for the next few sevens and I'm looking forward to meeting our newest weyrlings." See the twinkle in her eyes? "Let me know if you or your staff need anything." Ah, a personal invitation to bug her? Yes! Run with it~ "Until then, Vosji and Miel, I will be thinking of you and the rest of the weyrling staff quite often." She's backing toward the doorway, so if you need anything speak now or forever hold your peace!

Miel beams a little for Vosji’s little joke on ‘I’ named dragons, but she makes it no secret of how proud she is of her green — or the rank they’ve attained and held, for however long. She playfully grimaces again, half rolling her eyes. “I know, I know. Haven’t forgotten that joyful part.” Which is why she partially brought up that story! Only now Diem is excusing herself, and Miel will shift her attention back to the Weyrwoman. “You and I both! I’m curious to see what comes out of those shells and the pairs that’ll form of them. It was nice to meet you, Weyrwoman Diem. I’ve no doubt we’ll cross paths again.” On hopefully not too awful terms! Her smile, warm and genuine, says as much. “Clear skies!” The greenrider won’t be asking anything of the goldrider today! She is, however, looking expectantly to Vosji. Orders?

"Thank you, Weyrwoman. We'll be in touch," Vosji says, and while she grins and salutes, she does not actually get out of the chair. Sorry Diem. Please forgive her, there's too much paper blocking her in. With Diem's exit and Miel's expectant look, Vosji glances down at the charts, and then … hands a couple of them to Miel. "You can critique these based on what you know of the candidates you've already spoken to and how they interact with you and each other." See? Using the available skills. And so the scene fades out on Weyrlingstaff, Working, and intermittently talking about candidates or just poking fun at each other.