Fort Weyr - Weyrleaders Offices
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.

Winter may be well in force, but on a day like this it is almost possible to forget if one is indoors and warm and looks outside. For the skies are clear and a vivid blue, a false security that just because the sun is shining, it'll be warm. It's not warm at all and is in fact a cruel trap set by nature! The wind is gentle but with it comes a bone chilling, sharp and bitter cold that sends anyone outdoors scurrying for warmth. It is not a day to be lingering outside and those who must know best to bundle up warmly or face a trip to the Infirmary for frostbite and the temperature only plunges miserably lower as the afternoon hour wears on and the sun dips lower behind the mountains and towards the horizon.

Inside the council room and where the offices lay, Th'ero is behind his desk and a fresh fire roars and crackles away in the small hearth. Having just returned from overseeing some matter or another in Fort Hold, the Weyrleader has only just settled in and is in the process of thawing out while he rummages through some paperwork.

While he is occupied in that, Velokraeth's mind extends out and brushes up against one familiar to him from over the Turns. Seeking out Sharuth, he will politely brush against the other bronze's mind before his rich voice slips in, as intoxicating as ever with it's hints of wine and honeyed words. « Afternoon, Sharuth! Apologies if I disturb you at a bad time, but if you and yours are not occupied with any urgent matter, mine would like to speak with your rider. » Simple and to the point! « He is in his office. »

« It is no interruption! We've just returned from our morning sweeps, » comes the pine-scented thoughts of the younger bronze, « and So'l is badly yearning for a fire. Th'ero's works just as well as ours. » There's a trickle of laughter in Sharuth's thoughts as an image of So'l trapped in a giant icicle float back to Velokraeth. « He comes, » the bronze notes after a moment.

Several minutes later, there's a light knocking on the open door and So'l enters with a salute. Of course, the salute looks a little odd given how heavily the bronzerider is bundled up. He looks more like leather-bound snowman than a dragonrider but then again, it's so cold out there! Removing his scarf and thick hat, So'l greets warmly with "Good afternoon, Weyrleader. Th'ero," he adds, smiling once the formality has been dispensed. "Keeping plenty warm in here, I hope?" Next off are the gloves, freeing So'l's hands to work on unfastening his jacket. "What can I do for you today?" His eyes momentarily flick to the burnished dragon statue — his smile widening to see it displayed in such a fashion — before the bronzerider looks back to Th'ero expectantly.

Velokraeth shares in the amusement, his thoughts bubbling and trickling with laughter. « The fire in the office will certainly help with that yearning! » he says in return before receding from the link, no doubt still chuckling over the response from the younger bronze.

Alerted by Velokraeth, Th'ero has already begun to collect his thoughts and by the time there is a knocking on the door and it begins to open, the Weyrleader is prepared to receive his guest. The salute is returned with just a hint of an amused smile to his lips and then Th'ero is pushing to his feet to stand. "Good afternoon, So'l. I am, though I've just returned not long ago from a short stint out there. It was enough! It's warm, so please, make yourself comfortable. Would you like anything to drink? Hot klah or tea, perhaps?" he offers, gesturing to one of the empty chairs facing the hearth for the bronzerider to take, while he himself goes to the kettle hanging over the fire. Seems it won't be so formal this visit, yet there is still an air of seriousness about the Weyrleader. "I've a… proposal and offer for you." Th'ero answers So'l, not bothering to hesitate or beat around the topic of why the young Wingrider was summoned in the first place. With his side turned to So'l where he stands by the fire, it's difficult to see Th'ero's expression, though from the way his brows have lowered and knitted together, he is not in a bad mood — just a thoughtful one.

"Klah please," So'l nods back, still smiling as he removes his coat and sets all of his cold weather gear aside. Neatly piled on an empty chair, the bronzerider moves to take the offered seat and assumes a more professional air as well. "A proposal and an offer? You've got my interest," he replies, noting the Weyrleader's thoughtful mood and wondering what exactly the offer might be. Reaching his hands out towards the fire, So'l enjoys the warmth slowly crawling across his skin and sighs. That feels so good, especially after flying far and wide this morning in such bone frosting temperatures.

Th'ero dips his head in acknowledgement to So'l's choice in hot drink and obligingly pours two mugs of klah. Offering the young bronzerider his share, he will also pull a tray of sweetner and cream closer and leaves it to him to prepare it as he chooses. "Good! We're off to a good start then, if I've already hooked you in with that!" Th'ero says and his tone is, of all things, relaxed. So much so that the Weyrleader's voice sounds almost to be laughing behind those words as he settles himself into his chair across from So'l. All of this: the light banter, the fire and the drinks are meant for two purposes. One, for the obvious comforts and just plain old proper manners. Second, Th'ero's trying to keep So'l more relaxed and at ease given he is unsure of how the bronzerider may react. Giving him some time to settle and finish with preparing his drink, Th'ero will clear his throat and with his mug resting on his lap with his hands wrapped around it he will fix his gaze on So'l and it is from the seriousness in those dark eyes of his that the Weyrleader is about to talk business. "I've been meaning to ask, how do you like Thunderbird? Do you find that you and Sharuth are fitting in well, even with all the turmoil and reshuffling in the recent past?"

The klah is gratefully accepted, the bronzerider not even bothering to doctor it up with sweetener or cream. He likes it strong and bitter, it seems. Taking a sip, So'l's eyes sparkle with mirth in the firelight as Th'ero seems to become more relaxed and takes a seat as well. "I've been told I'm easy to please," the former woodworker shrugs, smirking all the while before taking another sip and easing back to rest in the chair. When Th'ero asks about his time in Thunderbird, So'l says, "Sharuth and I find it very fulfilling. He loves these lands and Thunderbird gives us ample reason to travel them frequently. As for me," sip, "I really enjoy helping the people we come across. Well, maybe enjoy is the wrong word," So'l hmms. "I guess I draw /satisfaction/ from helping others, just as I was helped as a child." Ah yes, the bronzerider and dragon who saved a young Solan from drowning in the sea. "It's a good fit for us. It makes us happy , even with all the changes and such. Abigail's a good Wingleader. You made a great choice there, I think," he nods slowly.

Th'ero snorts in response to So'l's remark on being easy to please and smirks crookedly as he lifts his mug to his lips and nurses some of the hot liquid while the young bronzerider answers. He listens carefully and politely, never interrupting him and his expression carefully held in a neutral manner so as not to betray any inner response he may have. Yet much of what So'l tells only has Th'ero smiling broadly in the end, as though the Wingrider has only confirmed what he had already assumed or come to figure out on his own during the Turns he's known the young man. Both as a woodcrafter and a dragon rider. "This is all very promising and good to hear," Th'ero remarks honestly and for the mention of his choice as Abigail as Wingleader, he chuckles dryly. "So I've been told. She's done well in her new position. No regrets on that matter." he admits and then with a slow exhale of breath, he goes on to add, his eyes observing So'l carefully now. Gauging his reaction. "Which leads me to why I called you here. Abigail as a Wingleader needs Wingseconds and after the shuffling and the creation of the sub-Wings… she needs double the amount. While I'm aware that there is some ah… possible personal connection between you and her, I've decided to step in to extend the offer of the position of Wingsecond to avoid any chance of favouritism being called in. So… what say you, So'l? Would you and Sharuth be up to the task?"

So'l is glad to hear that Th'ero has no complaints about Abigail. Even setting aside their relationship, the bronzerider would be hard pressed to think of anything the new Wingleader's done wrong since assuming the post…save maybe trying to do too much on her own, which Th'ero addresses right quick with his explanation of the need for wingseconds. "I've a couple ideas on that front," So'l begins to interject, only to have Th'ero skirt around the 'personal connection' issue and offer him the job instead. Wait, what? "Me? Wingsecond?" It isn't that So'l doesn't feel he's up to the job; oh no, he's grown a lot since Impressing Sharuth and even /he/ has noticed his burgeoning penchant for leadership. It's just that there are older, more experienced riders ahead of him…aren't there? "I am deeply honored to be asked, Weyrleader," So'l nods deeply, "but I admit to being a bit…surprised. Sharuth and I haven't been flying /nearly/ as long as some of the others."

Th'ero quirks a brow for the interjection from So'l. Not so much out of annoyance or surprise, but for curiosity sake. Does he? "And they would be…?" he manages to slip in before promptly quieting again to allow the news of the offer awaiting him to sink in. The Weyrleader's mouth draws up into a wide smile, amused as he is by the young bronzerider's reaction. This was to be expected! "You're right, you and Sharuth are young as a pair and you yourself as a rider. However," And he holds up a hand then to delay any further comment for now. "If there is one thing I've learned from my many Turns as Weyrleader is that sometimes experience, as well as age, have nothing to do with how well an individual will be fitted for a rank. I learned that, to my greatest folly, with N'hon." The ill fated past Wingleader of the now gone Roc Wing. "So while you and Sharuth have not been flying nearly as long, you DO possess other characteristics and skills that ARE needed. Some of the older riders, while capable of being Wingrider's, are too bound by the old ways. They can be lead to follow, but not lead themselves. I've seen the way you think, So'l and the results of the decisions you make. You've Turns yet to grow, but… as far as I am concerned, you are a good fit for Wingsecond." he explains, lowering his hand again and now his smile quirks up into a half-grin.

So'l would offer more on his ideas but…you know, Th'ero's moved on and the reality that the job belongs to he and Sharuth if desired sinks in. The Weyrleader's words do much to assuage the bronzerider's hesitations. The example of N'hon, in particular, hammers home Th'ero's point and gets So'l thinking more clearly on the matter. Given Th'ero's confidence in him — which makes the rider's smile come back to bloom — and his own personal determination to prove himself, So'l says, "Well then, if you're sure, so are we." He accepts with a nod, feeling Sharuth's approval in the back of his head and reaching forward to shake hands. "I appreciate the confidence you have in us, Th'ero. We'll work hard to make sure it isn't misplaced. And I appreciate you making the offer; you're right," he nods slowly, "coming from Abigail, it might have looked a little suspicious." And for some, it still might.

Th'ero chuckles heartily. "I'm sure, So'l." he replies without hesitation as he leans forwards to take the young bronzerider's - now Wingsecond! - hand. He does not hide that he is pleased with the answer and acceptance given and once the handshake is complete he will lean back into his chair, every bit relaxed. No tension, no foul temper. "Congratulations! I know you'll do us, and Fort, proud. And yes… it would have. You may have to be prepared for some to still think that favouritism was at play, even if the decision was mine and not Abigail's." he warns and then smiles in a reassuring manner. "Change sometimes creates sparks, even if for the good. But it'll pass. Your new knot will be waiting for you come morning. Which… I forgot to ask. Which part of Thunderbird did you wish to oversee? Though truly, you'll be telling Abigail this, but there is Search and Rescue and then Policing…"

"Thank you, Th'ero," So'l smiles, releasing the Weyrleader's hand and settling back in himself. "I'm sure it will," he agrees with the notion of suspicions passing over time. When asked which part of Thunderbird they wish to head, the answer is very quick in coming. "Search and Rescue, please. That's where our hearts are," the Wingsecond grins. "And I'll definitely have this conversation with Abigail as well. I very much look forward to my duties and just in case there's any concern," his tone grows more serious, "my relationship with Abigail won't interfere with those duties. We're both very professional and separate work from…not working," he chuckles nervously, "very well. Thank you again for this opportunity," So'l smiles wide.

"Then it will be done and I'll get to noting it officially in the records, so that by morning, all Wingleaders are informed of the change," Th'ero goes on to say, his smile warm and relaxed. This went far more smoothly than he anticipated! Chuckling, he nods his head and finishes the last of his klah. Somehow, So'l's answer of Search and Rescue does not surprise the Weyrleader either! "You needn't worry about that either, So'l." he murmurs in a low tone, his expression a touch more serious. "I trust both you and Abigail can keep your relationship out of your work." Just as Th'ero keeps his relationship with Kimmila from interfering too much in their respective duties. "You're welcome! And I best let you go, so you've time to enjoy the rest of this night." Th'ero begins to stand, a sign that this was the beginning of his dismissal of the new Thunderbird Wingsecond. "Best of luck to you, So'l and clear skies!" He'll extend his hand again to clasp it with the younger bronzerider and then see him out of the office before returning to his desk. There remains some paperwork to do and then the Weyrleader looks forwards to retiring to his weyr and to the company of his weyrmate for the rest of the night!