Fort Weyr - Weyrleader's Office
Aged by time, this office has lived through the ages of Fort just as its counterparts have. But unlike the Weyrsecond and Junior Weyrwomen offices, this cavern is spacious and formed in a rough semicircle of three conjoined caves that were carved and modified Turns ago. The middle portion acts as a waiting room of sorts, holding only a few modest chairs and a simple tapestry to otherwise brighten up the plain stone walls. There are no windows here and the only light comes from well placed glow baskets. To the right, the smaller of the two adjoining caverns has been set aside for the Weyrwoman, a large desk situated in the middle and a bookshelf pressed against the wall. A small hearth allows for some warmth in the colder months and another cabinet rests across the room to hold various supplies, as well as several books, reports and records. More tapestries have been hung there, lending some color to room. On the left, the larger cavern belongs to the Weyrleader's office and the walls here are littered with a vast array of maps, as well as a tapestry hung behind where he would sit. The desk is large and the wood aged, looking old and a bit worn, but well tended too. Shelves and a bookshelf line one wall, crammed with rolled hides, other maps, books, reports and records and all arranged in an organized chaos. A small hearth has been built in here as well and various well placed glow baskets are hung to offer just the right amount of light in this windowless office. Both offices have stout wooden doors that have been carefully worked into the stone. They can be closed and locked if privacy is needed but are often left open.

It's morning… if you could call it that. The skies are overcast, the winds bitter and the Weyr buried under a fresh layer of snow (and the promise of more before the day is done). What light there is is diffused and certainly lends a rather depressive start to the day. Th'ero's been out since pre-dawn and only just returned, still dressed in most of his heavier winter gear as he makes his way towards his office. There's hardly anyone about, save for workmen and drudges. Even most of the Wingriders are only beginning to emerge for some hopes of a warm breakfast before duty. Th'ero's a man who likes to get the difficult things of the day done first. The summons, as they are, come by Velokraeth's alcoholic fuelled mind reaching for Rinxyth's, a touch of wine and honey to follow the request: Ashwin needs to get his ass to the offices. All said politely — though it really does feel like the bronze is grinning the entire time during the exchange.

So Th'ero waits, taking his time and going about his business in the office he's known for Turns. A drudge brings food and drink at some point, but is promptly dismissed as the Weyrleader serves himself some klah and then goes to sit in the chair behind his desk and wait.

Ashwin is actually up early. Really early. For someone who should be hungover he's moving spritely and not showing any signs of being worse for wear. The *most* interesting thing is that he shows up within two minutes of the summons, which is way too fast to have walked from where he was supposed to be. Which leaves the question . . was he lounging around waiting for Th'ero's call? When Ashwin arrives, he shows himself in. There is a droll sarcasm already present in his eyes and voice.
"You bellowed, Weyrleader?"

Th'ero doesn't show much in the way of surprise or if he's impressed by Ashwin's timely appearance. If he was lurking about, he'll not question that either. There's more important things at hand and he's only got so much time to give (or waste). Droll sarcasm is met with a quirk of a brow and a smirk, but he doesn't chide him — or laugh. Does the man even have emotion, beyond stoic? "Have a seat." he replies, skipping formalities and moving right along. "There's fresh klah and some food, if you wish." At least he doesn't toss all courtesy out the window? Remaining in his chair, he'll wait for the brownrider to move before continuing. "You probably have an idea of why you're here?" Now it's his turn for a hint of sarcasm. Just a little hint.

"Sure do." Ashwin replies, honestly. There's no malice in his voice. "Because I was drunk, everyone else was pissy and your riders are a bunch of asses." He waits a moment for that to sink in before he shrugs his shoulders lightly and sits. "I'll pass on the breakfast. Hope that doesn't bother you? I'm bright and cheery as anything, but I won't be if I eat."

He waits another moment, then shrugs again. "I've seen it a hundred times before. It's nothing new after a gold flight. Everyone was a bit out of line but it wasn't too bad. Nothing came of it. I actually thought I did pretty good to keep it under wraps for the most part."

"I figure." Ashwin says, in closing, which likely changes the whole tone of what he said. "It'll all come out in the wash. When people aern't drunk, flight addled or otherwise pissy we'll all find time to get along. Bad night for everyone?"

Th'ero spreads his hands out in a gesture that shows he's not the least bit offended that Ashwin doesn't want any of the food. It was an offer, one to take or not. What the brownrider does earn is a bit of a lingering stare, as though the Weyrleader is still trying to figure him out. He smirks and for a very brief moment, the resemblance between him and his sister comes into play but it's gone almost in a heartbeat. "Every Weyr has it's share," Of assholes. "But that doesn't excuse them — not entirely — from their behaviour. You are right, though. It was a bad night." That much he agrees with, though he doesn't look at all pleased. "Thing is, Ashwin, is that it may not just be the gold flight. Fort's had some… rough times lately. Some of the riders are still edgy from it. " Fair warning? He exhales heavily, "And I'm not about to reprimand you either, as you'd do as anyone would when cornered like that. Just be mindful of that." There's the sound of wood and leather creaking as he shifts in his chair, leaning forwards to take his mug of klah in one hand from his desk. Finally, he ceases with staring the brownrider over too in that studious sort of scrutiny. "Have you thought more on where you'd like to be placed? Or I can keep you officially unassigned and leave it to you to volunteer for whatever work… suits your tastes."

Ashwin listens politely. "It's probably to your benifet to know something." He begins, looking over at the food with disinterest. "In a public place, I'm never as drunk as I actually seem. Well, sort of? I'm almost always that drunk but I've never been the one to lose control of my faculties. I've lived most of my life on my own, without being able to get help from anyone. So you always learn to never take that drink that goes over the line into helplessness." Ashwin is an interesting dichotomy, to b sure. "Or at least, when I do find myself helpless it's going to be in a place I trust with people I trust. I'd not have thrown the first punch either." He looks at his fingernails absent-mindedly while he talks. He rubs at the cuticles with his free hand. "I like to think I'm pretty fucking hard to get a rise out of, but that was all together a new kind of special."

As he finishes that bit, he makes the classic bla bla bla bla bla duck quacking gesture with his right hand. "But none of that matters? I guess, what I'm saying is I'm a survivor. Don't worry about me too much. Handle your riders, I'll keep out of trouble." He does seem strangely put togeather for someone who says he avoids responsability like he did. "Willing to trust me?" He wonders, idly. "If so, let me feel shit out for a couple of weeks and find a niche and place for myself. Then I'll be good. If that's okay? I might bounce from duty to duty, but I'll keep busy."

There's a strange sort of emotional fatigue to Ashwin too, as bright and chipper as he looks in body. "I need to head back to Xanadu today, and probably tomorrow though. So official report won't be till middle of the week if that works?" There's a short little . . silent nothing. Almost like a chuckle. "I feel like everywhere's been in dark times. If you don't mind me saying, one thing about being at the bottom of society is you see everything. Hear everything. Nobody stops talking around the drunk in the corner. Feels like every since thread went away, society has slowly been collapsing. It's what happens I guess when you have a whole society built around one thing and that thing doesn't exist anymore. Some people find roles for themselves, some wash away." Ashwin is way too smart to be a vagrant.

Th'ero's silent as well while Ashwin speaks and surprisingly (or not), he doesn't say much or show much in the way of changing expressions or emotions. It can be unsettling or infuriating, but it's just how he is. What does bring a ghost of a smile, a little quirk to one corner of his mouth, is the mention of trusting him. "I don't know you, Ashwin and I'm not going to pretend I do. Yes, I trust you, as far as I would trust anyone I meet for the first time." In other words, he gets this ONE CHANCE and if he blows it, Th'ero won't be so easy on him the second time. He doesn't even seem to bat an eye at the mention of being a drunk or part of lower society. If it bothers him, he keeps it to himself and he'll just keep tabs on Ashwin in far subtler ways. "Seems that way, isn't it? Part of me wonders if our lives wouldn't be simpler if Thread still fell. Deadlier and shortened, for certain, but at least… simple." Another pause as he mulls over his thoughts and then nods, "A week's time is fine." More than fine. Expected, even.

"I wouldn't be who I am, if we were fighting thread?" Ashwin says with his eyes a little bit far away. "Sometimes, I think I was robbed of a destiny, you know? We all were. It used to be a unified environment; it was everyone togeather versus thread. Everyone banded togeather. Now it's all fucking drama. People judging people. Instead of reasons to bring someone into the fold and make everyone stronger for it, people look for differences and reasons to exclude each other. I'd take a shorter, violent life if it meant I didn't have to suffer the bull shit. I was born hyper sensitive to it." A pause. "I appreciate the good faith."

Th'ero tilts his head slightly and again, he's back to studying the brownrider. Not in a negative way but NOW there's a faint glimpse of the intrigue the Weyrleader has. This… is not what he expected. Not his mannerisms and certainly not the topic they find themselves discussing. "Interesting outlook," he admits and not one he hears often. "Our lives are pretty complex. Unusual even. To hear some of the holders, it's like they are surprised we exist at all after all this time. But… we make do. We try our best. I try to keep this Weyr in as much order as I can." But no where is without its flaws and the same go for the people within it. Another nod and he'll pause to lift his mug to his lips before setting it back to his desk. "I won't waste your time much longer, Ashwin. I just wanted to be sure there was no… ill feelings for the other night. Is there anything more you wished to discuss?" Otherwise, the Weyrleader is preparing to dismiss him and free the brownrider to do whatever it was he planned to do for the day.

"It's all anyone can do." Ashwin agrees. "One person's best though? Different from the next." He leans back in his chair; crossing his arms as he looks back at the door from where he came. "I'm pretty difficult to piss off. Don't worry about it. I intend to find both of those two over the next little while and sort things out a bit." It's not a threat at all, rather he seems to mean it in a positive way. "I still need to have another talk with Thys, too." He offers his hand to Th'ero. "I know I'm confusing. Give me time, and I'm sure you'll come to understand me."

Th'ero's brows lift now in clear surprise. He hadn't expected Ashwin to admit that he'll speak with both Abigail and Lucy, let alone tell him about it. "Best of luck with that. They're both good riders." Usually. "They may appreciate the gesture." As for speaking with Thys, well, that's expected and he does not comment on that. Slowly standing from his chair, he'll extend his hand and firmly grip Ashwin's. "I'm sure I will." he murmurs and before the gesture can be completed, he'll add in a lowered voice as he leans in a bit. "And for the record? Take anything Kiena says with a grain of salt." Cryptic, much? But he DID hear that little snarky comment. He'll release Ashwin's hand then and take a step back, gesturing with a slight nod of his head towards the door. He can make his exit whenever he wishes now.

Ashwin has a short moment of silence after Th'ero is done speaking, still clasping his hand. The grip is firm and there is a moment or two of eyes between them — just long enough to make one wonder just how much Ashwin knows and what his thoughts on Kiena are. And then he says it, though perhaps Th'ero can appreciate the bluntness. As Ashwin is under watch and evaluation, so is the entirety of fort. "She's probably the only person on Pern I trust completely and she hasn't steered me wrong yet. But I'll keep my eyes open, I never make judgement based on what someone else says." His free hand points his fingers at his own eyes. "I make that decision on what I see." He release Th'ero's hand, steps back and salutes. "I'll see you in a few days."

Th'ero has to hand it (Ha!) to Ashwin. Not many would stand their ground like that AND be so blunt with him. That's something the Weyrleader cannot help but admire — just a teeny little bit. Something shadows his eyes and his features change into something unreadable when the brownrider admits to not only knowing the bluerider but trusting her enough. "I can believe that. Figured I'd just… forewarn that her attitude towards Fort is biased." Why? No specific reason given. That wouldn't be fair of him to spill what Kiena hasn't told Ashwin yet. Leaving it at that, Th'ero returns the salute respectfully. "Clear skies until then, Ashwin."

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