Who

Sienna, A'dan

What

Sienna sweeps the Barracks. A'dan peruses the files and fails at humor.

When

It is sunset of the nineteenth day of the second month of the first turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Igen Weyr

OOC Date

 

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Weyrling Barracks

A cluster of small buildings punch out from the facade here, each just spacious enough to admit growing weyrlings and little else beside. Each has its own sturdy little hide covering their openings to provide a modicum of privacy to their occupants and a stone basin meant for both meat and water squats ready before each door. To one side, the Weyrlingmaster's office sits, the one large building in the space. Here, the pale salted walls are covered with various charts, maps, and informational diagrams. In the small yard before these buildings, a table and chairs is set, a small hearth against the opposite wall holds a cavernous kettle kept a-boil with various meals, while a smaller hangs from an iron tripod for klah.

It is the forty-ninth day of Winter and 40 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day with a gentle wind.


With the Weyrlings in their own ledges now, Sienna is busy sweeping out the barracks in preparation for the next group. While she sweeps she also hums softly to herself, shifting the tempo of the beat to the pace of the broom across the stone floor.

Blinking at Sienna's happily humming domesticity, A'dan observes, "We have drudges for that." Because there were certainly more important and pressing matters to set in order before the weyrlings descended in chaos and confusion upon these Barracks. "Do you have K'ane's notes on his experiences at High Reaches?" He looks at her, "He said he submitted them to you." Sienna will know that A'dan wasn't able to crack High Reaches in his multi-Weyr tour. A bitter twist flashes on the serious face before vanishing, "I'd like to read them."

Sienna glances up from her sweeping, a brow lifting, and she nods. "I know we do." She gives no explination for why she is doing it however. Maybe she's in trouble. "Yeah, I do. They're in the office." She pauses for thought. "Second drawer in the cabinet, half way down, filed under High Reaches."

Mmmph, he rumbles, by way of acknowledgment, disappearing into the office and returning before too long with a folio open in one hand. He stands in the doorway, scanning the page in K'ane's blocky hand. He'd been reviewing the records from the last clutch and recognized the man's hand. Nothing's leapt out yet. "One thing I've noted," half to himself, half to Sienna, "Those first few months, Now, Then, this Weyr, that Weyr," he purses his lips, "More or less the same."

Sienna nods as she continues to sweep. "Yeah. Well, not much you can do different, with those first few months. Feed, muck, oil, mental exercises, physical exercises. It's how you train them to fight that seems to differ, weyr to weyr and time to time."

"So I've gathered," he rumbles. Standing in the doorway is not a comfortable place to read, so he marks his place and moves to one of the long low tables, bench scraping as he pulls it out. "Where was Kehemath clutched?" Idly, as he continues to read, brow furrowed.

"Ista, oldtime," Sienna answers as she resumes scraping. "Narloth?"

"Here." A'dan looks up, a curiously flat expression on his face, "Nowtime."

Sienna's brows lift slightly at that flat expression. "What was your Weyrlinghood like?"

"Same as W'rins." The flat expression shifts back to his usual perma-glower, furrowed brows pushed together. "Miserable, challenging and, ultimately," Narloth, "Rewarding."

Sienna dips her head and resumes her sweeping. "Ah. Well…now that you've seen all the notes, let me know if you think we've missed anything, or need to bring something back that's gone away."

Mmmph, rumbled again. A'dan starts at the top of the report and reads more carefully. He had a list of things that he wanted to see his weyrlings able to do upon graduation. "Let me know if you need help with sweeping," he cocks his head, peering at Sienna. He holds up a forestalling hand, "On second thought," that carefully neutral face returns, "Don't."

Sienna blinks at him, frowning as she pauses to lean on the broom. "Are you trying to wind me up?"

"Ah. No," A'dan's light eyes flick up and back to the report, "A joke." A'dan needs to work on his deliveries.

(Missing pose where Sienna exhorts A'dan to appear even a little to be joking)

"Didn't I?" that curiously flat expression again.

Sienna looks baffled, and shakes her head. "No, you don't." Then she's back to sweeping.

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