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.

Nyalle has returned to the offices after kicking off the first party for the weyrlings who have passed their tests and are now graduated riders waiting to be tapped into wings. There will be other parties to come as others pass their final exams, but Nyalle never plans to linger long. She knows that her presence dampens the fun. She did bring a glass of wine back with her though and she gently nurses it and eats a sandwich while flipping through hides in her office, empty this evening except for herself.

Nightfall, a wonderful hour to return home. It is not as if they attempt to break in, or go unannounced either. It is no attempt to be stealthy, but Zuvaleyuth does not bugle her return — she comes bearing no challenge. Instead, she reaches to quietly greet the Senior. « Dtirae wishes to speak with your rider. » The name should not be unknown, so she wastes no time with long greetings. Dtirae, on the other hand, does not bother to wait for the instruction of there the Senior would be. Her thoughts of where the woman would be is only an assumption as she's making her way to the Weyrleader's office. A knock announces her presence, if Nyalle hasn't yet been informed.

Kayeth's mental touch is a bit wary, her island cloaked in darkness and smoke while the breezes that normally move the grasses on the shore are also absent. « Mine is in her office, » the Senior replies, watching from the star stones where she and Wiyaneth often perch in the evenings. Inside, Nyalle rises to her feet and smoothes her skirts, adjusting her braid before she calls, "Come in," softly, towards the adjar door.

« We offer no challenge. » Zuvaleyuth offers, gentle before she allows her voice to fade. She offers no images, just those words of reassurance. Dtirae enters when called in, the woman rather unkempt in comparison to the other woman. There's a soft cough, "sorry. I didn't dress more… Formally." Her riding leathers, at least, look somewhat decent compared to the knotted mess that is her braid. "Nyalle, I am Dtirae. And, I would like to return home. As such, I have no intention of asking you for my former position."

Nyalle studies the former Senior for a long moment, a gentle smile fixed on her lips but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Those are simply watching. "Your dress is appropriate for the work you've been doing, and Fort appreciate it," Nyalle says formally. "I remember you." There was a brief time when Nyalle was her Junior. Very brief. Then there's a soft chuckle. "I'm glad for that, because you wouldn't get your former position." Pern doesn't work that way and there's nothing saying Nyalle or Kayeth need to step down.

"This is true." Dtirae relents about her attire, giving a simple nod for the thanks. "I am thankful for your remembrance. And no, I know how it works. I simply intended to inform you that I would pose no threat in working against you. So long as Fort's best intentions are in consideration." She pauses, "which, from what I hear, they are." The woman gives a slight shrug, posture relaxed. "If you would have me, I am here. I understand if you are… Wary."

Nyalle's slender brows lift slight. "Fort's best intentions are always the top priority," she says, her voice quiet but firm. "I may be from High Reaches but Fort is my home, there is no question of that." She's a bit miffed that Dei thought it necessary to subtly threaten her though. She turns and sits at her desk again, gesturing for Dtirae to take a seat on the opposite side of the desk. "Why do you wish to return to Fort?" she asks, pulling a hide from a drawer and dipping her stylus into the ink well.

Dtirae nods once again, understanding. Her comments, however, remain to herself. All positive, but, redundant lest they talk in circles. The gesture to take a seat has the woman moving and easily slipping into the chair. Two can play the miffed game, but, her face shows no visible reaction to the comment. "Because it is my home. Zuvaleyuth grows anxious and restless. I have no doubt that she would not be comfortable after a few more Turns. If you need a better reason? They are no longer needing my support as greatly as they once did."

Nyalle jots down a few notes and then looks up seriously to meet Dtirae's eyes. "And you, and Zuvaleyuth, are truly okay with being Juniors again." This is a sticking point for her, clearly.

"She's a little sour, but understands her position." Dtirae states easily, "I have no issue talking her down. As for me, I have no problem with being a Junior. It should be fun." She offers a smile, though it is not teasing in any shape or form. She is entirely serious.

Nyalle studies Dtirae for a few moments and then nods, writing some more things on the hide in front of her. "Then welcome back to Fort, Dtirae. Do you have any questions? I will have a knot for you soon, we're out." How many Junior knots does a weyr keep? Apparently three, so Nyalle needs to get another made.

"Thank you. When do you want me to start, for one? What duties will you have me do?" She doesn't ask if she must actually brush her hair — because that's probably not happening for awhile. These knots will take some time. "It's no rush for the knot. Whenever is fine, I'm fine without one." A gesture to her bare shoulder. And then, she slowly rises. "Oh. Should I occupy a guest weyr? Or, should I simply find an empty ground weyr?"

Nyalle pushes to her feet and extends the hide. Which wasn't used to take notes on what Dei said. It was used to list duties. "Tomorrow morning all the goldriders meet here for breakfast at dawn. I'll expect you here, dressed and ready." Yes, including that hair. Put on a decorative hat if you need to. "The guest weyr for now. I will have one of the queen's weyrs cleaned and prepared for you."

Dtirae takes the extended hide, glancing it over just briefly. "Of course, ma'am." She's not even sarcastic in the slightest. When there's a note of being dressed and ready, her free hand lifts to briefly tug at the tail of her braid. That ain't happening overnight. She'll attempt to pretty it up. Maybe with bows. "Sounds wonderful. Thank you, again. I will see you in the morning." A salute, and the woman turns to exit.

Nyalle dips her head slightly, pleased at the term of respect. "Sleep well." Then as Dei leaves, Nyalle settles back to her desk, eyes unfocused.