Fort Weyr - Living Caverns

This cavern, having been created by bubbles in the volcanic flow of this extinct volcano, has a breathtaking ceiling — a vast dome that arches high above the heads of the weyrfolk that scurry around beneath it. A hollow echo can be heard from loud enough noises, and the chatterings of various firelizards are consequently multiplied into a chaotic babble. All in all, the living cavern is a loud place.

Tables are scattered around the room, apparently in no particular order. Over to one side near the kitchens, two medium sized serving tables are constantly spread with snacks, klah, and other goodies. The tables look worn, yet perfectly fitted to the atmosphere of the caverns. In the 'corners' of the cavern, smaller two and four place tables are set up for more private talks or just a less chaotic atmosphere in which to eat.


Neyuni is seated near one of the hearths. The cavern itself is rather quiet, in a lull between feastings sure not to last all that long. The fire blazes warmly, fed occasionlly by Neyuni as she lifts a paper from a large stack next to her, eyes it a moment and then tosses it onto the burning logs. Whatever contained within ash and forgotten forever in mere moments.

Dtirae is actually in a rather cheery mood, hearty and happy, it seems. Though the reasons for such a mood are kept as a well hidden secret, and the quiet lull of the living caverns just beckons for the goldrider to invade. Neyuni is spotted as she enters, but the burning of paper brings pause to the woman for a brief moment, brows lifting upwards as she considers. Her head shakes after a moment and she continues forth, snagging herself a mug and then she meanders back towards Neyuni. "What're you doin', ma'am?"

Neyuni looks mostly tired and unenthusiastic as she pulls the next sheet. The inquiry of her seems almost an irritation until she registers the voice to a name "Mmm, tossing out old records. This stack seems to be mostly wing reports… nothing particularly exciting and all of which should have been filed electronically." irritation creeps into her voice towards the end. Reports, clearly not her favorite. And if said reports were not electronically filed, too bad, it doesn't sound like she's bothered verifying. Some of the papers look rather old in comparison to others, but she doesn't seem to make adistinction, flicking another onto the fire without much pause.

Dtirae twitches slightly, giving her an odd little look. "That seems…" The thought ends there and she shrugs, lifting the mug briefly to her lips as she watches more reports get tossed into the fire. Her brows lift even higher. "Seems counter productive.. Ta do everything paper and then ta do it electric. Not that 'm a fan of electric… Makes it easier, I suppose." The woman again shrugs and watches the papers burn, grey eyes focusing there as brows begin to furrow.

Neyuni doesn't seem to disagree there. "Well I would think so, but I swear all this multiplies in my weyr and darned if I'm going to sleep on the sharding things! I thought Elara would keep all this at bay, but I guess there's some things folks seem to think *I* have to see for whatever reason." yah, it's all clearly getting a deep and thoughtful look, more sheets are flicked onto the fire. "See what all you have to look forward to one day. I never even wanted this… seems silly… the next gold rising becomes senior… who made up that rule."

Dtirae opens her mouth, then closes it again, considering quietly before taking another sip from her mug. "Maybe just burn all the papers and tell 'em ta enter it on the computer from now on?" She offers, though if her tone of voice is any hint to her dislike of the idea, she doesn't contradict herself more than that subtle hint. "You are the Senior, and she ain't, so, they're goin' ta bring it ta you." She points out thoughtfully, not staying anything more than fact and there's another twitch as more paper goes into the fire. "Is it always the next gold to rise? Or, just when the Senior decides that she ain't wantin' ta lead anymore?"

Neyuni wrinkles her nose "What's the point of delegating things if folks are not going to follow your instructions?" Frustration flares and she just dumps what's left of the pile into the flame, using a smaller stick to keep it relatively contined within the hearth. Clearly sulking, unhappy. "It's more the tradition the senior steps aside when they come to a point their gold isn't rising or something is inhibiting them being able of duty, like Wiyaneth's injury, a physical or mental handicap. Even then most times they time announcing it so that a 'chosen successor' is know to be the 99.99% next likely gold to rise. Of course there's always surprises, or accidents. I don't know of anyone that's just stepped down." she seems to mull that over, is it even possible. Could there be such an easy out?

Dtirae blinks, "ain't followin' yer instructions? Then you just crack the whip on 'em. Not a real one, of course. But still, they ain't supposed ta be just ignorin' you like that. Especially if there was Thread and all that." The junior simply looks more than annoyed, now, and her mug is the poor recipient of her glare for a brief moment before she forces her expression into something more neutral. "I see." There's no protest there, if anything, there's a look of relief that slowly begins to settle into her features as well. "'m sure there's someone who's just stepped down before. Maybe claimed the stress is damagin' their mental state?" She teases, offering up a faint grin.

Neyuni fingers that darn fancy knot on her shoulder, it even inexplicably comes loose and she eyes it thoughtfully. "Well, sounds good enough for me. This is one tired goldie." she tosses it, not into the fire this time… as tempting as that may also be, but over toward Dtirae. "Less Wiyaneth surprises us, try that on for size. Fort can certainly use someone with your youth and energy." she sags back in her own chair.

Dtirae isn't entirely paying attention at first, as Neyuni starts to loosen the knot on her shoulder. But when it it is taken off fully, her eyes are snapping forward at full attention. The mug in her hands is dropped as the knot goes her way and she catches it without hesitation. Instinct, most likely. The mug clatters on the ground (thankfully, not made from glass, so it just rolls there) and the piddly amount of klah that was left spills on the ground. Her mouth opens, then closes and this continues for a moment before she lets out a very strangled protest that is promptly cut off. "Yes, ma'am." That may have come from the helpful influence of a certain gold.

Neyuni smirks, knowing the influence of dragons. Her own strong willed, yet there are two sides to every mark. "I see its in good hands. Well, then, I'll go keep Zuhth out of your hair while you figure out your next move, and may you play the game well." she stands, stretching and lookign rather relieved. Not that she's really going anywhere, but you can tell she won't be of challenge, only support… "Well, long as you don't assign me any sharding reports now." she scowls a little.

"Yes, right…" The knot in her hands is considered, and she stares at it for a long moment. "Nah. No reports…" A little smile twitches onto her lips, distant, briefly lost and entirely dazed as grey eyes turn towards the bowl. "I… Right. I'll… Figure things out." Dtirae shuffles awkwardly towards the doorway, and notably, the knot is hidden in her pocket rather than settled into place right away.


'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.