Who Alexa, F'inn, K'zre
What Alexa tells a startled F'inn and unhappy K'zre that she's moved to Fort.
When Winter - Month ?? of Turn 2724 (this scene is back dated)
Where Weyrsecond's Office, Fort Weyr

 

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Fort Weyr - Weyrsecond's and Jr. Weyrwomen's Office
Aged by time, just like the other offices carved into the stone, these ones have lived through the ages of Fort with the only change given to time being subtle ones to the decor as new staff come to fill the space. Situated next to the Weyrleader's Office, the small cavern leads into a spacious alcove of sorts before branching into two separate directions. On the right it leads to the Weyrsecond's personal office, a modest sized room complete with all the necessary furnishings required, along with a few shelves, a book shelf and storage for records and reports. On the left, it leads to the Junior Weyrwomen's offices and this larger room is set with three desks rather than one, along with all the other necessities needed. Both offices have small hearths built in to offer some warmth in the colder months and as there are no windows, several glow baskets have been installed to offer enough light and a few tapestries hung to offer a touch of color. Doors have also been painstakingly worked in, allowing some privacy if needed, though often they are left open.


It's winter in the north. Which means snow, and slush, and mud. And K'zre has never been so happy about it. Home. HOME HOME HOME. They're home. They've been home. But it's still a novelty that has the greenrider prone to random bouts of relief and maybe a tear or two (though that's probably Yasminath being proddy, because WHY NOT HAVE HER BE PRODDY TOO??). But despite their having been home for a while, there's still a certain amount of… 'clinging' that has been occurring. So really, F'inn should be not at all surprised that Yasminath announces the impending arrival of his weyrmate. And he's probably not very surprised to hear a knock at the door soon after. But he MIGHT be surprised to discover that the person asking to enter his office is, in fact, Alexa and not K'zre.

F'inn has taken steps for his proddy, tearful weyrmate! Why, because he's F'inn and these are the sorts of things that he does. That being the case, there is a pitcher of cool sweet juice, and another of klah, on the table in his office and an array of cookies and sweets that can only be called formidable. That they are utterly untouched? Well, he won't eat them, himself. Yasminath's warning, however, has him moving quickly to finish up the paperwork on his desk (There is a lot of it. A LOT of it) in order to allow him to take a break. It's the knock that has him snorting a laugh and calling "You KNOW you don't have to knock," without even looking up. When he does look up, he blinks owlishly, uttering a surprised "Oh…" Before immediately adding. "Is Felicity alright?"

"I'm pretty sure I do." Have to knock. There's a wry look from the weyrwoman, though whatever amusement she might fades quickly. "Felicity is fine," assures Alexa, quick to counter any concerns that may come up. A few steps in and she eyes the formidable sweets and pitchers and wonders, "is this a good time?" with a frown. "You look like you're… honestly you look like you're about to host a party." Because that is a lot of cookies! Rest assured, K'zre will be along shortly. He's just not that speedy — there are things! And people! And even the threat of being proddy apparently isn't enough to stop some apprentices from demanding things before he goes. SIGH.

F'inn blinks once before laughing, his expression turning wry as pale eyes slant a glance toward the array of sweats. "Nah," he notes with a cheeky grin. "Yasminath is getting ready to rise," which has him politely rolling to his feet and gesturing toward the couch. "K'zre tends to crave sweets during these times." Understatement of the century. Straightening the paperwork, he steps around the desk, leaning his hips back against the edge. "Make yourself comfortable, Alexa. I admit, I didn't expect to see you in Fort so soon." If at all, ever. "And help yourself, there is juice and klah, and… well, clearly enough sweets for a small army." That the statement is coupled with a lopesided smile? Well, F'inn is and always will be, F'inn.

Alexa's, "Again?" comes before she can stop it, a flash of surprise in her expression. "Wow. Greens really do rise a lot…" As compared to golds, sure. A shake of her head banishes the thought. "That's what I came to talk about," she admits, sliding around to drop unceremoniously into a seat at his desk. "Being in Fort." Of course, then she completely and utterly fails at talking about anything, leaning forward to steal a cookie (cause he said she could!) and occupying herself with nibbling it while she gathers her thoughts. "Maybe I should have told you this before, but I wasn't really sure how it would be received," she sighs, half the cookie consumed and the other half just held now. "I've asked for a transfer and it's been granted. I'm staying here." Which is, of course, the perfect time for K'zre to walk in the door and find his weyrmate with a weyrwoman. And no, he didn't knock. Because he knows he doesn't have to. But it's also pretty clear he was not at all expecting F'inn to have company. And especially not Alexa.

F'inn can't help the chuckle that spills past his lips, his expression turning wry as his shoulders rise and fall in an easy shrug. "It's pretty regular, actually. Yasminath's cycle, that is. But yes, greens rise a LOT. Fortunately, his proddy is easily managed with ample applications of sugar." As Alexa settles in a chair, he settles in against the edge of the desk, his hands resting loosely on the edge. Course, the bronzerider's curiosity if clear in the tilt of his head and the slow twitch of one brow as he listens. It is only in the wake of it, with K'zre standing in the doorway that he blinks and pushes off the desk with the clear intention of preventing his weyrmate from bolting upon hearing the news. "You've found a weyr you like?" He's calm, taking it all instride as he wraps an arm around K'zre's shoulders and guides him toward the sugar. "I'll have to get a basinet for Felicity so she can hang out with me and Fig while I work," is added as he glances toward the heap of toys arranged on the carpet on the floor. "And Jax, of course." In the wake of the words, he presses a kiss to K'zre's temple, nuzzling at his hair before murmuring. "How was work?"

"I really don't need to know," comes with a grimace and a hint of a grin for how F'inn might manage his weyrmate's proddiness. Really. Alexa does not want to know. But she'll definitely partake of the cookies. At least until K'zre's appearance has her twisting around and looking undeservedly guilty. No, she's definitely not nomming on his sweets! >.> Ahem.

And oh how F'inn knows his weyrmate. K'zre was definitely going to bolt. Or at least, he was going to beat a hasty retreat under the excuse that his weyrmate was clearly busy and this might not be a good time and— but no. There's an arm, and he doesn't resist the pull toward the table (totally helps that there are cookies within sight, too), even if he's shooting Alexa looks that are borderline hostile. Work? Totally forgotten.

"I did," confirms the queenrider, twisting back around to sit somewhat stiffly in her chair. "There aren't many to pick from, given… well." Ground weyrs. Not that many of them. "But it is suitable. Raaneth has space. I have… space." Cause that's important? Ugh.

F'inn nods as he presses a cookie into K'zre's hand while drawing him with him to settle against the desk. "Good. You've been told where to look for furniture and supplies? Once," he adds. "You've picked what you want to use, send someone for me and we'll help you move it in and get it arranged. You're going to need blankets and quilts for yourself and the kids and a /lot/ of warm clothes." Twisting at the waist to snag his mug of klah, he makes a point to keep K'zre nestled against his side, his posture and demeanor utterly relaxed. "Actually… I was planning on taking Fig sledding at the end of the sevenday, if you think that is something Jax might enjoy, as well? There is a small hill right near the skii slopes that the kids us."

"I'm aware," comes dryly in return for F'inn's list of must-haves. "I might have Impressed at Igen, but I grew up in Harper Hall, which is just as cold as here." Given it's just down the road. But while Alexa might roll her eyes (or at least, suppress an eyeroll) at the bronzerider's concern, she at least manages to finish the second half of her cookie with a hint of a smirk. Even if K'zre is still staring at her. By now, those dark eyes are narrowed; assessing and stern to go along with the press of his lips and the thoroughly unwelcome expression. Because apparently, he doesn't understand how to be subtle in this. 'DO NOT WANT, ARE NOT WELCOME' might as well be tattooed across his forehead. Which probably goes strikingly with the cookie he's suddenly nibbling. He shifts against F'inn's side, as pressed up against the bronzerider as he can possibly be and more than a little possessive. Which, unfortunately, makes Alexa snort and stifle a laugh-turned-cough. "He'd like that," she agrees, deciding to just ignore the whole thing. "He's about to turn One and isn't so keen on this moving business. But I think having fun with someone near his age could help…" A flick of her gaze toward K'zre, however brief. "If you really don't mind having him. He's a good baby," she adds. "Super well behaved." FOR NOW.

F'inn rests his hand on K'zre's hip, his fingers lightly pressing him in closer in a fashion meant to silently reassure. It is Alexa's last, though that has him smiling broadly. "Mind? Not at all. It'll be good for the boys to have some brother bonding time." And F'inn has always been a 'More the Merrier' sort when it comes to children. "If you like, you can have him brought here to my office in the mornings, as well. Fig gets here right after the morning meal and keeps me and his toys company." That F'inn usually ends up playing on the carpet with his son for the first few hours? Well, that's not likely to change, ever. "We have more then enough room for Jax to come and play, as well and the nannies check in on us fairly regularly. They whisk them off for naps and baths around lunch time," he adds without a second thought.

How K'zre can manage to eat his cookie while clenching his jaw is a mystery that will never be answered. There's nothing relaxed about the greenrider, even with his weyrmate's reassurance and the ample supply of sugar within reach. But while he might make it perfectly clear how he feels about it all, he won't comment. At least not until Alexa is shooting him a look. "I would," she answers F'inn, for dropping Jaxyn off in the morning. "It would be good for him. But only if you're both alright with it…" Because even if Kez is still acting like an ass, Alexa is at least smart enough to not want to poke the bear. It's a somewhat icy silence that settles between them while she waits — expectantly — for an answer. And while he might not speak, he will eventually give a stiff nod that Alexa will seize upon as confirmation. "Great!" comes as she hauls herself from the chair. "I should get going then," she decides, reaching forward to snag another cookie with blatant disregard for the death-eyes following her (OK. Maybe she wants to poke the bear just a *little*). "They're moving what little furniture I had in Igen over to Fort, and I want to make sure it goes where I want it to go. But I'll bring Jaxyn by in the morning."

"Perfect," F'inn assures. "And if you need any help, at all, don't hesitate to ask." While he KNOWS he is risking his life, he is not the sort of person not to offer.


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