Fort Weyr - Council Chambers

A large table, spacious enough to seat all of the Weyrleaders of Pern simultaneously, takes up the majority of the space in this room. Comfortable chairs are placed at regular intervals around the highly polished table, and writing materials have been laid out at each place in preparation for the next meeting. Along the walls are a series of sideboard tables, meant to hold food and drink for longer conference sessions.


It's the twilight hour in Fort and the time when most weyrfolk, resident and visitor alike would be wrapping up the day in favor of some food and well earned rest. The skies outside are heavy with clouds, the air bitterly cold and already the snow begin to lightly fall, the only sign of the setting sun being the rapidly enclosing darkness. It doesn't bode well for a clear night and few will be unsurprised if by morning, Fort is buried under a few feet of crisp new snow. For one, even at this hour, work remains to be done and will likely continue on well late into the night. Th'ero sits by a large, dark wood desk that's been tucked away into a medium sized side cavern off from the main council chambers. It has no doors and is sparsely decorated, save for maps and a tapestry bearing Fort's emblem. The Weyrleader is leaning forwards, the desk's surface littered with various papers, rolls and hides, some of which, on a quick glance, would reveal emblems of holds and cotholds under the Weyr's beholden territories. With his mind completely focused on his task, head bent down as he scribbles away on a piece of paper, its unlikely Th'ero is even aware of the time or the world around him.

There is a soft knock on the frame of the entrance to the council chamber as K'drozen makes his way slowly in, a bundle of hides tucked under his arm. The man dressed in the garb of a rider, though not one from this area if the lightness of his gear is any indication. His expression is serious as he nears Th'ero.

Tilting his head up at the sound of the knock, it takes Th'ero a moment or two to clear his thoughts before he can properly focus on K'drozen. As the unfamiliar rider approaches, the Weyrleader straightens and leans back a little in his chair while neatly setting aside and covering his work. "Evening," he says in a low, but firm voice, gesturing for the brownrider to seat himself in one of the wooden chairs across from his desk. His eyes linger on K'drozen, noting the lighter riding gear and the hides tucked under his arm and for a moment his expression falls. More paperwork? "Is there something I can help you with?" The Weyrleader asks next, all politeness and perhaps a touch curious. He was obviously not expecting anyone at this hour.

K'drozen smiles and takes the offered seat and says, "Thank you sir." he offers over the hides and says softly, "I'm K'drozen, brown Rhyrith's rider from Ista. I recently put in for a transfer for coming here to Fort." he smiles.

Reaching out to accept the hides, Th'ero keeps his gaze fixed on K'drozen as he speaks, only to then relax his features when the brownrider gives his response. The Weyrleader leans back, the chair creaking a little in protest as he does. "Ah, yes. Well met, K'drozen. And welcome to Fort," He says with a faint smile of his own, dropping his gaze down as he begins to rifle through the hides, eyes scanning the information written and printed. "All is in order then, with Ista?" Th'ero asks, glancing up from the hides in order to fix his gaze with K'drozen again. The smile is still there, but the Weyrleader's tone is serious. "And may I ask why you've chosen to transfer? Not that Fort is against welcoming another rider, especially a brownrider, into its ranks." He reassures as he tilts his head curiously to the side.

K'drozen nods and says, "Everything went smooth on that end, I was a member of Sapphire wing there, search and rescue." he smiles and says, "As to why Fort, truthfully the main reason for fort is my weyrmate is here and expecting." being very honest, "And I believe you should work and live where your family is."

"So I assume then that you'd wish to stay within the same line of duty and work and become a wingrider under Wingleader Nishka, for Thunderbird?" Th'ero asks and then smiles again, though this time a little crooked. The Weyrleader nods to the rest of K'drozen's answer, expression sobering as his brows knit together lightly in thought. "Can't fault you for that." He agrees, setting the hides flat on his desk and leveling the brownrider with another long look. "Your paperwork is in order and so I see no reason to deny you transfer here. Though I do warn," Th'ero points out and his mouth pulls down into a rather grim line. "We're in the middle of some tough issues right now concerning an… incident with one of our cotholds. As a Thunderbird wingrider, you'll be all but tossed into things. Are you prepared for that?" There is a pause then and in a gentler tone, he adds, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but Jaye is the weyrmate you speak of?"

K'drozen nods and says, "I am aware of the issues that you are talking of… Rumors spread quick and when ones pregnant weyrmate comes in all stressed out, things have a tendency to become know." his expression darkens and he says, "I will do what ever is required. If things get a little rough." he shrugs, "I won't back down from a fight if need be." The large brown rider shrugs a bit but smiles grimly.

Th'ero inhales slowly and deep as he leans back into his chair again, propping his elbows up on the armrest of the chair and tenting his fingers. "I see," The Weyrleader says heavily, exhaling in what is almost a sigh. He should have known. "Jaye was with us that day. I don't fault her either for confiding in you. But at least you're prepared then, for what duties await you. Because with her pregnancy, Wingleader Nishka may require you and a few others to shoulder the weight of Jaye's, once she can no longer be on duty." Th'ero points out gently, before smirking and giving K'drozen a long, slightly narrowed glance. "Hopefully it will not come down to that. We're not searching for renegades, after all."

K'drozen nods and says, "I allways say, expect the worst that way you are not supprised when it occurs, but are pleasently suprised when it doesn't." he smiles and says, "I am prepared to carry her weight and others if need be. Though i expect I will need some extra training for then next bit for snow rescues…"
"Wise words," Th'ero muses with another small tilted smile, before settling back to a neutral expression and a serious tone, "Good. And you will be undergoing drills on top of the patrols. Wingleader Nishka is a fair rider, but keeps a tight and smooth running wing. It would be best if you report to her, first thing tomorrow morning. I'll be informing her tonight of your transfer, so she will be expecting you." The Weyrleader then slowly rises to his feet and turns his back for a moment to K'drozen as he walks over to the back of the office where various cabinets and other furniture meant for filing and storage are kept. He finds what he needs swiftly enough, turning and approaching the brownrider now with a Fort wingrider's knot in hand. "Everything is in order," Th'ero says as he holds out the knot for K'drozen to take. "You're officially a Fortian rider now. I wish these were lighter times to welcome you, but it seems as though you'll adjust fine. You'll receive your badge from Nishka. But for the remainder of the day, you're off duty. Enjoy it, settle in and explore. Fort is an old Weyr and has much in the way of history."

K'drozen smiles and stands to salute and says, "Thank you sir. If you need anything from me don't hesistate to ask."

Once the knot is taken, Th'ero salutes back before giving a slightly amused smile to K'drozen. The Weyrleader turns back to his desk then, dismissing the brownrider to enjoy what few hours he has left for leisure. "Again, welcome to Fort." he say, before K'drozen is out of ear shot. Settling back heavily into his chair, Th'ero sorts through the hides the brownrider brought with him, quickly signing where needed and then setting them aside in the appropriate bins, where they'll be sent off and filed. Idly, he glances to the paperwork he had pushed aside and with a weary, tired sigh, pulls it all back out again and rearranges it before setting himself to task, as dull and dreary as it may be.


'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.