Fort Weyr - Library Archives

Surviving the ages is something that books are known to do, especially if they are left untouched for just as long. In this room, that's exactly what has happened. Put aside as trivial information or simply determined old enough to not impact present day life, these numerous articles stored in ceiling high shelves are the forgotten histories belonging to Fort.
Miraculously, the design of the room itself has prevented any of the books from damage. The rock base of which the room's foundation is actually one of the toughest rock known to man and cannot be surpassed by any creature living, while a layer of tiles of the smoothest stone gives this room a vibrant and mysterious appeal. The door itself on the room was sealed tight and allowed for a minimum amount of circulation, thereby preventing natural decay, although most articles may be brittle despite this. White marble has been used to create an insulating layer wall against the natural rock, giving the room an unnatural brightness and a enchanted atmosphere - while also giving it four distinct walls. The ceiling as well has been made smooth with an arching apex.
As for the books and mounds of information stored in this vault of information, the organization is clear. Books bound with hard covers are kept alphabetical in the towering skybroom wood shelves, where step ladders and scrolling ladders actually attached to the shelves move to assist a person in selecting a volume. The shelves are ornately carved, many crafted with a mastery none have ever seen. Meanwhile, scrolls have a sectional shelf where each scroll based on how they were itemized has a cubical square into which they are kept in. This shelf alone has over a hundred squares in which the scrolls stick out of. As well, any loose bits of information have been assembled in files that are stored in boxes along the back wall. Apparently, recording history takes up vast amounts of space and every where one looks in this room one would find a wealth of information. The ancestors of Fort live here.


It's evening and the dinner hour has passed. Outside the late spring wind moans around the bowl, sending a few icy raindrops swirling in circles before swishing on out and over the top of the caldera. Fort's elevation is high and thus ice still spits from the leaden skies now and then when the storms blast down from the north and meet warm fronts from the south. Tonight is such a night. Most folks are seeking indoor activities - or heading for bed early. Edani is here, seated at one of the tables and seems to be pouring over a map. Every now and then he scribbles something in some sort of journal.

It was cold. Not as cold as she had dealt with before, she had lived in high reaches all her life, after all. But tonight she felt a little more chilly than she was used to at this time of year. In an attempt to fix this situation she was walking with a thin blanket wrapped around herself. It wasn't one of those sub-par things from the room of a drudge, no, this was a blanket that she had nabbed from the candidate barracks, and a good one at that. Nice and soft. Polana had a small smile on her face as she shuffled in to the library, blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her reason for being there was wanting to find something to read, preferably something that had to do with the history of the weyr. She had planned on coming, reading, and taking joy from being on her own. But the sight of a stranger doing something with a map caused her to slowly walk over to him and ask, "what are you doing?"

M'lo isn't someone who gets very much downtime. This happens to be one such moment, so he's here in the library looking through an art book. There's a little sketchpad in his hands and he's drawing from one of the illustrations, the detailed little study quite good. He was never Harper trained, but it's clear he has a good bit of natural talent. Unusually, M'lo's waist-length black hair is unbound, making a dark curtain that falls about his shoulders and down his back. He's tucked away in a corner, just doing his own thing. Pay no attention to the man behind the hair curtain.

Edani's pen scratches loud in the silence. He's long since had his glance 'round the vast library, seen and forgotten M'lo is there so is really into his calculations until… "YAH!" His pen goes awry, what began as a neat notation is now a scrawl across the page which is eyed briefly before his dark brown gaze lifts to meet green. Blink. "What? Oh this?" The senior apprentice eyes the map, which matches a fairly good copy on the open pages of his journal. Back up to the teen, "I'm just marking places I've…" He changes the word at the last minute, "been." His head tilts, eyes narrow but in a speculative way rather an an unfriendly one, "Aren't you the girl from the kitchens?" That could mean, well, anything really.

She watched him with narrowed eyes, less than impressed by his sudden and seemingly surprised reaction. As far as she was concerned people should be well put together all the time, never showing shock or fear. But that was just her opinion about how everyone should be, an opinion that even she didn't follow at times. Although she could tell there was something odd about when he said been she wasn't able to pick up that he changed the word at the last minute, just that it sounded odd to her and caused her to raise an eyebrow. In the end it was his question that made her speak. A small scoff left Polana ask she exclaimed, "the girl from the kitchens? There are plenty of girls in the kitchens, and yes, I happen to be one of them. I am Polana and let me tell you, I am much more than some girl from the kitchens." She tossed a strand on blonde hair that had fallen in to her face over she shoulder as she said, "I'm pretty much perfect, in fact." Nope, no ego here, nosiree.

M'lo startles at the sudden yell. The librarian gives a stern "Shhhh!" to the offending noise-maker. M'lo, hearing Polana's little speech, bites his lips to keep a chuckle from escaping. Then he goes back to his drawing.

K'drozen slips siletnly into the libary glancing about slowly appearing to be loking for something in particular. He nods in Edani dirrection and snaps a sharp salute as he spots M'lo, "Sir." he says softly.

Edani flashes the librarian a level look but rather than point accusingly to Polana, he just presses his lips together and returns his attention to Polana. He has no idea what she's thinking so doesn't know he isn't looking 'put together'. He can, however read the skepticism in her expression for his bare explanation of what he's doing but doesn't elaborate on it. He listens politely as she introduces herself, offers his hand across the table for her to take and if she does, his clasp is firm, brisk and all business. "Well-met. Edani here." He withdraws his hand, leans back in his chair to listen to the rest of her spiel while a slow grin tugs at his mouth. "Perfect. Is that so?" One dark brow lifts but he doesn't argue with her. K'drozen's entrance draws his attention, he nods briefly in return then turns a glance over is shoulder to see who he's sirring.' Weyrsecond alert! The man gets a calm nod. Just studying here.

M'lo chin-nods to K'drozen, then Edani and Polana. Draw, draw, draw, that picture is coming along very nicely indeed. But his ears are pricked, listening in to the conversation with interest.

When somebody shushes her Polana whips around and sends a glare at her person. However, when she sees that the person happens to be the Weyrsecond her eyes widen in barely contained shock. "Sorry", she mutters before turning back around. She then shakes hands with Edani and listens to him, giving a small smile before saying, "well, yes. I'm beautiful, I'm young, and I'm going to be a goldrider one day. Not to mention a bunch or other good things about me. All in all I think that pretty much makes me perfect." She spoke with true arrogance, yet something in her voice said that she honestly believed that everything she said was true.

K'drozen makes his way further in to the libary and over to the stacks looking though the books as he over hears Polana's statements, the rider glances over to her questioningly but does not comment.

Far be it from Edani to burst Polana's bubble but… he's a realist, if anything. He looks amused and thus drawls, "That's interesting. I always thought it worked the other way around. The dragon decides who the rider is, not the candidate choosing the dragon." He can't help but smirk a little and add, "You've got to get them to allow you on the sands first." His eyes travel to her shoulder, tsking. "I don't see a white knot yet." His eyes pass the silent K'drozen, searching in his wake as if missing something before he asks, "No guards tonight?"

Edani's words make a small frown form on her face. /Of course he would say that/, she thinks. /He doesn't know me, he must assume that I'm like any other little drudge girl that wants to be great. As if./ When he talks to someone she doesn't know Polana spares him just a quick glance before turning back to Edani. She then gives a shake of her head before saying, "the dragon chooses, and I /know/ that a gold will choose me. They say that golds choose those with leadership qualities, I'm a natural leader. Theres no way that I could impress any other color, they're below me. And I might not be a candidate yet but I will be soon, I know it. Theres no way that a search dragon would turn me down."

K'drozen says softly, "Just remember even if you are searched, your lifemate may not be on the sands this time." the older rider wearing a weyrling knot speaks softly before turning to face Edani and saying, "Oh they have giving me some more space now…" he shrugs a bit.

Edani is well-mannered enough to give Polana a level look rather than bursting out laughing in her face. Her thoughts aren't available to him, since he's not a mind reader. "Well then maybe you should change your line of work from kitchen drudge to bookie. Because I don't think even the gold laying the eggs knows beforehand what color will hatch. Or if a gold egg will be amongst the clutch. You could place bets and make a lot of marks, couldn't you?" His journal has, somewhere in the process become closed, his hand covering it in a concealing way. K'drozen's comment is agreed with, even while he rolls his eyes at the younger man just a little. "Good for you," he says about him not being babysat by guards. "So," he says brightly to Polana as if the thought just occurred to him, "What sort of things have you led that gives you the idea you’re a gifted leader? Cookie raids?" He’s gently teasing, mostly.

she wants to say something, she really does. She wants to come up with a snappy remark to tell the man, a way to make him know without a doubt that everything she says is true. But she can't think of anything that isn't fat-out unintelligant aggression. In the end she settles for giving him a fake sweet smile and saying, "I'm not saying that I will impress during the first clutch I stand for. It might very well take a while. Thats fine, I've got time. I'm only sixteen turns after all. But when I do impress it will be gold." Polana pauses for a moment before continuing, "well, I haven't worked with other people that much to know that I would be a good leader, I mostly strike out on my own for drudge work. But I know that if I do work in a group I will do great. I can sense it." She then turned to the weyrling and asked, "so, who's your dragon?"

K'drozen smiels at the question about his lifemate and says softly, "I ride brown Rhyrith and hopefully back with the search and rescue wing again here shortly."

Slowly, "Uh Hmmh." Edani is just biting his tongue here. She's a great leader, she claims, and yet hasn't led anything. He rises, folding the map as his chair skeeeerts with a little wood on wood cry of protest. "Well, I'll be the first to congratulate you if you do," he says dryly. He takes a few steps over to the drawers where the maps are kept, deftly slips the one he's got back where it belongs and turns around to face the other two. "Good luck to both of you," he says smoothly, lips twitching to keep the grin that's itching to be let loose from doing so. "I'm up early in the morning. If you'll excuse me." He nods to the both of them and takes his leave, bootheels clicking hollowly, echoing in the stone of the tunnel as he departs.

She narrows her eyes as he speaks, showing her annoyance but not saying anything. When he departs she offers him a single wave before turning to K'drozen and saying, "I can't believe him, /if/." Polana rolls her eyes quickly before commenting, "so, brown, eh? Not bad, not bad at all. Much better than and blue or green. Whats he like? Good wingleader material?"

K'drozen smils and says, "Very possibly, he is very steady and a puzzle solver." he smiles, "We are a good team." he looks to the young lady and smiles, "Don't worry about him, but don't get your hopes up to much, it is possible you could get searched and your lifemate not be on the sand the fisrt time. It happened to me."

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