Fort Weyr - Weyrleader's 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.

What a flight and fallout and meeting! Headaches abound and hangovers must be nursed. Th'ero had been absent for the rest of that day. Probably a good thing, as Faranth only knows how much longer the Weyrleader's mood would've held (or maybe that's his sanity?). Yet even this early morning he still looks… terrible. Could he still be hungover? Perhaps. More likely he just didn't sleep at all that night and the bruise under his eye from Alister's fist has turned several 'lovely' shades. Seeking refuge for "quiet" in his office, Th'ero currently sits behind his desk though he isn't exactly working. Reports remain stacked and his klah is rapidly cooling and untouched. He sits with his arms crossed and head lowered, brows furrowed and lost deeply in thought.

Indeed. It's been one for the books, hasn't it? It's likely that the majority of the Weyr was non-functional for the majority of yesterday, with the flight hangover lingering in many of the weyrfolk. D'ani had likewise been indisposed, although Dremkoth had been seen muttering on his ledge and the dragon-grapevine has it that he's all about missing D'ani's pre-dawn adventure to spring Ha'ze than about missing the flight. No, see, he's over that already. But being sidelines while his rider went galavanting? Still pissed. His mood might also be due to the bond with his lifemate and he's felt the effects of D'ani's dragon-sized headache. But that was yesterday! Today the bronze is chipper. Not so with his rider, who apparently is avoiding the echoing clamor in the caverns and enters the Weyrleader's office with a tray of fragrant rolls and a fresh pot of steaming klah. He does knock- with a booted toe - before entering. He's freshly showered, shaven and in pressed shirt and jeans but looks tiiiiiiiiiired. And, truth be told, a touch sheepish. "Mornin' Boss."

Can Th'ero's only answer be a grunt? Because that's all D'ani will get to start but the offering of rolls and (fresh) klah seem to mollify the Weyrleader a little to be somewhat civil towards his Weyrsecond. He's changed too and in fresher clothes but that still doesn't take way the tension visible in the man or the fact he looks to have aged Turns in a span of two days. "Morning." he says in a gruff, terse voice which he changes for something more low spoken when he clears his throat. Arms unfold and rest at his sides as he sits up, trying to put on appearances for the time being that he's not completely broken. "Take a seat." He figures D'ani didn't just come here for delivery.

Grunts are totally allowed. To that D'ani's mouth pulls in a wry, but understanding lopsided tilt. Yeah, he totally gets the need to grunt and no, he didn't come just to deliver breakfast. He makes no further comment, but places the plate and klahpot on Th'ero's desk, finds where the mugs are, grabs two and then sits - gingerly so and because his head is throbbing. He claims one mug and holds it where the steam can rise to his nostrils, inhales then blows. "That was some…" Flight? Meeting? Revelation? D all of the above? He grimaces, manages a muttered, "Sorry for being out of line." Because drunk at a meeting for one and he hazards, "…I vaguely recall some kissing." He coughs and then lifts that mug, takes too large a gulp and then grimaces. Because of the hot liquid? Or his confession? Both, most likely. How's that for an awkward beginning to the morning?

Th'ero is probably thankful, in some way, that D'ani understands. Could be why he's still Weyrsecond after all these Turns. He gets things or more importantly can weather Th'ero's moods and peculiar behaviour. That and he hasn't cracked under the insanity that is Fort. Fresh klah is reached for, his old (and cold) mug set aside but even this one isn't sipped from. Not immediately and any warmth is absorbed through the mug itself between his hands. "It's been a trying set of days." he finishes with a grim smirk. At least D'ani got Inri in the end? Not in the way he wanted but hey, can't be all bad? He snorts, "Could've been worse." Kissing isn't so bad. Being drunk at the meeting? None of them, save for Nyalle and Thys to start, were in their best forms. "It's not like you — No, never mind. It's done." A hand gets waved dismissively. Not going there.

Yet. That's the key word right there. Fort may well crack D'ani yet. "Aye," says he of trying. "At least it's over - for now. Though I'm sure that table's seen its fair share of-" He leaves it unfinished with a twisted smirk of his own, but the gist is: thank Faranth they weren't all in there for a meeting when the flight went down? " And though he did wind up with Inri, his look turns dark. "That could've ended badly if Ha'ze hadn't been behind bars when Kainaesyth caught." His knit brows and grim expression express unspoken concern is that it'll continue to happen, but D'ani simply lifts his mug and takes a swallow while eyeing Th'ero's black eye over the rim. "You doing alright?"

Yet! D'ani may not know what he's just walked into either because Th'ero's next comment leaves much to the imagination. Too much. "Not that table." Pardon the Weyrleader as he takes a long sip of his klah then. It gives him an excuse not to make eye contact with D'ani. If they'd all been in the meeting room (and somehow trapped there) during the flight… it would not have been good. Lowering his mug, his grimace is both grim and yet… understanding. Not sympathetic but Th'ero's been on both sides of a flight. Him as a winner, Kimm the loser and vice versa. It sucks. "It'd have been a flight." Nothing more and yet means everything. "Inri was lucky you were there, at least." As for Ha'ze? Well, the Weyrleader has already voiced his current feelings on the bronzerider's behaviour at that meeting. No need for a rehash. D'ani's query earns him a look and another grunt. "I'm fine." Liar, liar. Scrubbing at his face with one hand, he'll exhale heavily. "It's just been… a set of days. Lots to absorb. But what isn't new when it comes to Fort?"

Does it ever! D'ani manages not to choke on his klah, good boy! Or ask for clarification, smart boy! He simply nods about Inri and shrugs. It was a flight, would've been a flight, the future holds yet more flights. That is not what he's worried about, apparently, for he notes, "Flights are not… us. We'll be fine." Oddly, he is more concerned about Ha'ze, as his grim mutter to follow is, "He could've been strung up by his neck." The holder folk wouldn't have been quuuite so understanding had he nabbed and violently pounced one of their girls. Lucky, lucky Ha'ze, to have been safely behind bars? He doesn't say anything further about the situation, but eyes Th'ero quizzically at that 'I'm fine'. Sure he is. Lots to absorb. "Yeaaah," he agrees.

"Flights aren't for many," Th'ero is one of those but he grits his teeth and deals with Velokraeth's… appetite. There's a ghost of a smile, "Figured you two would be. Even given the… circumstances." Which still rankle him and it shows. D'ani puts it in a good light and there's another grunt from the Weyrleader as he nods his head grimly. "Could've. Came sharding close and I doubt he's even aware of just how close it was. Last thing we need is a Hold having yet another grievance with us." Nor would he have enjoyed trying to explain how it all happened. The quizzical look is given an equally sharp look. What?

D'ani dismisses Ha'ze with a black scowl that is actually directed more towards what the other bronzerider has been doing rather than the young man himself. That sharp look now, that brings a crooked grin to the Weyrsecond's mouth. "Nothing," he says cheekily. "Just tell me you didn't get stabbed, slashed, spindled or otherwise mutilated and I'll believe you're actually fine." Fine, as defined by Th'ero, that is! He resumes his attentions to his klah in a long draught that leaves the mug nearly empty. Yesterday's events and choices necessitate drinking lots of the stuff today, hence he reaches for the klahpot and refills. Leaning back once more, he regards Th'ero, then simply says it, "We'll be fine because we… talked and…settled some things."

Th'ero scowls as well and it'll take a moment for the Weyrleader to finally just let go and relax. Which he does with a heavy exhale and a dry snorted chuckle. "None of that," he drawls. "Only some bruising and a black eye. That Guard Sergeant can throw a damn good punch… Still trying to figure out why Inri thought it necessary to hire a Guard's services…" Which is not the reason why he scrapped with Alister. Sipping at his klah, he's intent in nursing his mug of the drink and D'ani's abrupt change of subject into more personal affairs have Th'ero quirking his brow. Oh? Now it's his turn to smile faintly. "About time. Official then?"

D'ani does mutter, "Think he means well," of Ha'ze before they both let the topic of the hapless rider slip. "As a guard, he'd better have a hefty right hook!" Though, preferably not into the Weyrleader's face. "Glad he didn't draw his sword then," he grunts before raising his mug and frowning into the klah thoughtfully. "Dunno why. She had me…" Aaand he'd have only stepped aside - reluctantly so - for the winner only. The mug is lifted to his mouth after that. "Hmmh," he affirms about official. And while he's not being overly gushy, his brown eyes are smiling, crinkled at the corners over the rim. He swallows, lowers his mug and seeks his Weyrleader's gaze with his own, sincere concern now shadowing his expression, "So…now that we are a couple, I should probably step down from Weyrsecond. To avoid complications."

Th'ero smirks again, "I'd rather the Guards not practice their punches on me." Never mind that HE started it! And occasionally spars. Nope, going to gloss over those details. "I'd be surprised if he had a sword." They're still talking about the actual weapons right? The Weyrleader frowns and lifts a hand to rub at his brow. Ugh, this hang over headache! D'ani's news and his subtle happiness about it is not lost on Th'ero. Nor are the words that follow. "No." DENIED. Really now. "What complications, D'ani? It's not against the rules for a Weyrscond to be weyrmated to a junior. That'd be… absurd. Given the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman were traditionally a pair." Yeah, so Th'ero skipped out on that tradition!

A smirk. "Would you now." No comment on the weaponry. While the no isn't altogether unexpected, "Oh but I-" D'ani's protest hushes as Th'ero continues. What complications? Hell if he knows! "Well, we might…she…I…you…" He fails. "I… don't know. Something." He nearly splutters klah when Th'ero mentions the Weyrleader and Senior being a pair traditionally. Not that Nyalle isn't sweet but… But Th'ero and Nyalle? It's like the thought of Mom and Dad having sex. (Hi Dad).

Th'ero returns that very same smirk but says nothing more on the matter of Guards and weapons. Instead he'll calmly finish off the last of his klah and set the mug aside on his desk. He's totally not sorry either for that imagery! "As I told you the last time you tried to step down… I'd rather not lose you as a Weyrsecond. Definitely not for such a reason. I trust that both you and Inri can keep rank and relationship separated… not that it's a concern of mine to start. If anything, it's a blessing. You both can at least discuss matters." Not that he keeps secrets from Kimmila but D'ani gets the idea, right?

As it is, D'ani took a rather ill-advised sizeable gulp of scalding klah in order to keep from that splutter, so he's sucking in a cooling lungful of air while listening to Th'ero speak. He is gratified, but humble at the same time. Silent for a few ticks, he finally nods, albeit reluctantly. As he rises to dispose of his mug on the tray, he murmurs, "As long as I… don't drive her to fleeing off to Drake's Lake…" Not that he thinks the easy-going Inri would do that, really. He crosses to that tray in a few long strides and places that mug where the drudges can retrieve it. He can't help the pleased, lop-sided smile that pulls at his mouth as he turns to face Th'ero. "I'm sure we can do that." Discuss. And… other things.

Th'ero doesn't seem the least bit apologetic that D'ani just about choked on hot klah. He snorts instead, a near grunt. "No one will flee to Drake's Lake with Jajen holding court there." Was that meant as reassurance? Perhaps. His eyes will follow the Weyrsecond as he moves to deposit his mug of klah and with a long exhale of breath he seems to sag back into his chair. "I hope we don't have to keep having this argument with me talking you out of giving me your knot the next time things go so awry?" he drawls and this time there IS a definite hint of amusement in his tone of voice and followed by a brisk nod. "Good. Figured you could." Scrubbing at his face, he'll then gesture in an idle sort of dismissive way. Flick! "I won't keep you." Surely they have their duties. Hangovers or not!

Jajenelja - an odd sort of insurance? At Th'ero's mention of her, D'ani's brown eyes dance mirth. "True, that," he says with a chuckle. Poor Ha'ze, dealing with his child's mother! And then he digests the question before slowly shaking his head and assuring him solemnly, "As long as I don't implode another goldrider? No Sir!" He nods again at the dismissal and despite his own sluggishness, he grins and manages a rakish salute. "Thanks. Later Boss." Duties indeed abound despite headaches. Thank Faranth for those seeking his office he's the patient sort! It's going to be a long day.

Definitely an odd sort of insurance! Th'ero chuckles this time, even if gruffly. "Please don't implode another goldrider? I'd like a few days of peace. Just a few…" Is that too much to ask? Shifting in his chair, he'll face his desk and almost wearily reach for the paperwork tucked away there. Headache or no, he's got to go on with the day. "Good day, D'ani." Hopefully they'll both survive this long day!

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