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.

Evening has turned to night and the living caverns are now next to deserted as most weyrfolk and visitors have ventured off to finish their days elsewhere. The skies outside are blotted with clouds and offer only a fleeting glimpse of the stars and the two full moons. But they're clear and there is a lack of any snow, rain or ice that falls to make the peaceful night miserable. It's still harshly cold out though and so the Weyr will seem oddly deserted as most flee for the warmth and comfort of the inner caverns and private weyrs. Th'ero would normally be in his office by now or holed up in his weyr but tonight the Weyrleader has set himself up at a small table tucked away in a corner nearest the hearth. Paperwork lays scattered about it's surface and from the intense frown on his features, he's deep in thought (and looking a touch frustrated) over them, elbows resting on the edge of the table and his head cradled by one hand with the fingers splayed across his temple and into his hair. A wine bottle rests nearby and a glass, now half full is held carefully in his other hand. Whatever the work may be, it has absorbed all of the bronzerider's attentions. So it will be easy enough for anyone to approach him and easier still to startle him.

The cold night has driven another of they Weyr's riders into the warmth of the living cavern, K'drozen one of the search and rescue riders, makes his way from the serving table towards the hearth intent to get warm with a hot mug of klah, he move to sit near the Weyrleader. Noting the look of frustration he says, "Everything ok, sir?"

Luckily for K'drozen, Th'ero does pick up the movement of someone approaching so that when the brownrider does take a seat, he's not startled. Perhaps a little surprised, but it's well hidden from the neutral but welcoming small smile the Weyrleader gives him. "Everything is fine," he says in a low tone while his hands reach to gather his paperwork. "And no need for the formality. Th'ero is fine." Not so much to hide it from the Wingrider, but more so that he has some surface of the table to use should he wish to. Th'ero takes a moment to take a long breath, exhaling slowly. "Nothing more then a matter of late shipments and trades gone awry. The usual nonsense that plagues every Weyr come winter." His smile shifts to a smirk then as his gaze settles on K'drozen in a curious and lingering way. "And yourself? Wingleader Nishka has informed me that this winter has been rather slow for incidents requiring Thunderbird." It's a simple and casual inquiry and Th'ero lifts his wine glass to take a slow sip while he waits for the brownrider's answer.

K'drozen nods and says, "Boredom is better then the alternative when it comes to our work really.' he smiles, "While things are slow though, I am sure i can speak for most of us when I am say we are willing to fill in where ever else you need us."

Th'ero chuckles dryly and gives a curt nod of agreement to K'drozen's words. Setting his glass down again, the paperwork he had so neatly arranged is now set aside. Late shipments and trade agreements can wait, it seems. Setting his arms down on the table, he folds his hands together and keeps his gaze focused on the brownrider across from him, though his expression always remains neutral. The Weyrleader has always been hard to read and it's no different now. "We will be requiring Searchriders soon. Now that the dust has settled, it seems, concerning Seniorship, Zuvaleyuth has finally clutched. We have ten eggs even to find Candidates for." There's a bit of an amused twist to his smirk then, but it can still hardly be called a smile. "So that may be something to alleviate the boredom."

K'drozen chuckles and says, "Well we are always willing to help out there if you need. Wouldn't be bad to visit some of the holds and such to see if we can find anyone worth."

"I know. Never questioned your loyalty to duty." Th'ero points out gently, though really he's assuming he had done so with K'drozen. Another quirk of the Weyrleader was that he was awkward around others he didn't know well and Wingriders are no exception. At the mentions of Holds, he nods and then clears his throat slightly. "Ah yes… well, there may be some change to that. We're entering Search right when Western will be going into a double. They've two clutches, one hardening and about to Hatch and another due to be clutched anytime soon. I discussed it with their Weyrleader, Zi'on and it was agreed between he and I that Fort will remain only in the northern most boundaries and eastward. To avoid overlap." He explains in a low and soft tone. "So if you need to know which Holds and areas are off limits, you'll need to confer with the Weyrsecond or the Weyrlingmasters. I've put them in charge of organizing the Searchriding teams when I can't directly."

K'drozen nods and says, "Always best not to step on toes." he smiles and says, "I will ask them where I shouldn't go.' he smiles and shrugs, "I am sure Jaye will want to head out with me on this as well." he says looking to the Weyrleader and says, "Was there anything we are really short of you needed folks to get retrieve for us." he nods his head in the direction of the stack of papers."

Th'ero nods his head again in agreement to K'drozen and takes another slow sip of his wine. There's a slight smile given when the brownrider mentions Jaye. "I trust she is doing well too then?" he asks and then spreads his hands out in a sweeping gesture, though he's careful not to spill the wine from his glass. "Not truly. We just need a good variety. Not sure what will hatch from those eggs, but with luck they'll be whole and healthy and while we only have ten, I'd like to have a good bunch for selection. Even if we have too many, those left behind can remain here or be spread out amongst the other Weyrs." When K'drozen nods to the stack of papers, the Weyrleader only chuckles dryly and shakes his head. "We should be able to Search what we need from the locations and without draining resources too heavily."

And onwards goes the discussions, until both Weyrleader and brownrider are abruptly called away and both for varying reasons. There are shared and hurried farewells and supplies gathered before the two leave and the caverns are left in relative silence.

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