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.


Straight after the morning meeting with Nyalle, Thys lingers on in the Weyr's administration section, waiting for the others to leave before knock-knocking gently on the Weyrleader's door. Rhenesath has already touched in with Velokraeth, informing him of her rider's intentions, and Thys waits to be invited in before passing through the doorway. "Weyrleader, may I have a moment of your time, please? There's a concern I'd like to raise regarding one of Haast's riders."

With Velokraeth warned by Rhenesath, Th'ero is expecting Thys and so has his paperwork neatly stacked and organized before the young goldrider arrives. "You can come in, Thys." he calls and as she steps through the door, he will gesture to the empty chair while he remains seated in his chair. "Haast's riders? What's happened?" This time. His brows furrow and he looks weary. Why is it always Haast causing him grief? "Please, take a seat. Close the door, if you don't mind?" He doesn't want either of them disturbed.

Thys pushes the door closed behind her, then salutes Th'ero as she approaches the seat beckoned to. "It's C'rus, sir," she begins as she sits down, stiff and formal, with her hands clasped tensely in her lap, fingers drumming together. "We were having a conversation by the lake the other day, and I saw him do something… well, no, sorry, not him, but Jaicoureth - C'rus allowed him to go between on his own. To Xanadu. And when I raised that I thought him doing so was dangerous and suggested he didn't allow it - that he take more control - he… he got quite angry, actually." Thys drops her head, looking down at her hands as she waits for the Weyrleader's response.

Th'ero returns the salute though it's clear the formality has set him a little on edge and his expression turns serious. Worse yet, it turns grim when Thys mentions C'rus name and the Weyrleader sighs heavily and inwardly curses quite colourfully. Again! He holds his tongue and peace to allow the goldrider to explain and by the end, Th'ero scowls and looks both frustrated, angry and concerned. "While it's rare and uncommon for a dragon to Between without it's rider it's not entirely unusual. Some riders do it but within Fort's territories and often only for the sake of duty or necessity because, as you said, it's dangerous and risky." he murmurs and then sighs, "But to foolishly send Jaicoureth to Xanadu! Not to mention the unease that would cause the riders there to see a riderless Fortian dragon. You were within your rights to correct him, Thys. He should know better by now!" Leaning back in his chair, he fixes Thys with a lingering look of concern. "Angry at you how?"

"I wasn't sure if I'd overstepped my mark, sir, so thank you for the reassurance - I'm still trying to learn the limits of my boundaries in terms of, ah, authority?" Thys shrugs gently, then sighs. "See, sir, when I brought it up, he didn't seem to realise he'd done anything wrong. But, more than that, he also didn't seem to send Jaicoureth - Jaicoureth seemingly went on his own. And… well, because I said that their apology for Jaicoureth not being present to," she pauses, clearing her throat and looking a notch more uncomfortable, "… to sing and be encouraging at Rhenesath's flight was unnecessary. From what I understand, Jaicoureth was upset that I said it would have been an unnecessary distraction, and so he went between. C'rus was upset firstly because I'd upset Jaicoureth, but then he was even more upset when I suggested he speak with M'icha to get a better understanding of control, because he said he hadn't wanted Jaicoureth to go between, but that he'd done it… and that he wasn't, what did he say… Faranth, I don't remember exactly, but he said something like - like he didn't want to control him. That wasn't exactly it, but it was something along those lines." The not remembering has her frustrated, and she frowns down at her hands again, drumming her fingers more strongly. "Honestly, if it had been up to me, sir? I would have sent him back to the weyrlingmasters to relearn control. But… I didn't know if I could do that. Not without permission from yourself and Yhri."

"As a goldrider, you have authority over most here within the Weyr. Your limitations come more… in the form of what you can and cannot order to be done. Correcting a errant Wingrider, especially one that has put himself and his dragon in danger is not stepping out of line. You cannot, however, punish him." That's Th'ero's unfortunate duty and one the Weyrleader loathes in doing as it often means he spends several candlemarks agonizing over whether or not his decision is the correct one. He's been known to be incredibly harsh and strict but in those instances his hand has been forced and the charges grievous. Head bowed forwards, he looks down thoughtfully at his hands which rest folded together in his lap. He frowns again, troubled. "So this all stemmed from C'rus' unusual outlook on flights? Shards, I had hoped he'd get over his stigma against them. And if C'rus is even so much as implying he won't control Jaicoureth… That's troubling. Extremely troubling." Grimacing, Th'ero lifts a hand to scrub at his jaw. "I'd rather not have to see him demoted back to Weyrling and grounded. I doubt he'd handle that well, as Kayeth would be making sure Jaicoureth could not Between and I know C'rus has a weyrmate in Xanadu. So I will have to speak to Yhri first and see what she feels is necessary. Have you spoken at all to Nyalle about this?"

Thys nods. "Yes, that was my understanding; riders are more under your jurisdiction, and therefore I can raise my concerns and report back to you, but it's not within my role to… punish. Faranth, that's a strong word." Thys bites down on her lip, shaking her head. "I didn't even think of it as a punishment sir, if I'm honest, but when you put it like that… I was thinking M'icha could perhaps just talk to him, reiterate the importance of control - but that's just my suggestion, sir, I'll not poke my nose in on your business. Though, if I may correct you slightly, I think it was less C'rus's opinion of flights, and more Jaicoureth's desire to serenade Rhenesath and offer her encouragement… it's very hard to tell if it's the rider or the dragon." She drums her fingers against the back of her hand as she shakes her head, though not so regretfully as before. "I've not brought any of this up with Weyrwoman Nyalle yet, no. I thought I'd speak to you first, and then bring it up with her if necessary."

Th'ero's expression is grim. "Unfortunately Thys that sort of harshness is necessary. Very rarely, thank Faranth." Yet he has had moments where that has been asked of him and the Weyrleader is unlikely to ever forget it. He shakes his head, "I'm not seeking to outright punish, C'rus, Thys. At least not this time but he will be spoken to. This is the second incident now I've had with riders coming to me concerning his unusual behaviour concerning flights. Even if this time it was more Jaicoureth's preference to encourage Rhenesath, C'rus should know better and know not to allow his blue to recklessly Between without him." he states again and nods his head. "No, that's fine. I'll… speak with Nyalle on this. Thank you for coming to speak with me about it though, Thys. We need to know these things and I can assure you you handled the situation as well as you could. Have you spoken to him at all since?"

Thys exhales long and slow. "No, sir, I've not spoken to him since. I got the impression he'd rather I left him alone for a while, and to be honest, I've had my hands too full to think too much on it." She gives an apologetic shrug of her shoulders, then sighs again. "He's a friend, you know? I would hate - hate - to see any dragon lost, but especially so in the case of one I care so deeply about. I hope he knows I'm doing this because I'm trying to protect him and Jaicoureth, not because of, well, whatever reasons he might think I'm doing it for." She huffs softly, biting on her lip. "It's much harder to retain a diplomatic approach when it involves someone you're fond of."

"It's probably for the best," Th'ero agrees gently. "Give him a chance to… cool down and come to terms." If that will ever be the case. Again, he is silent but only to lend a sympathetic ear now to Thys. He exhales softly, "It's very hard to find that balance, Thys and I've been in your position more times than you can count. There's been times too when I've had to step between my own Weyrmate and the situation we found ourselves in. It's not easy but you'll find that the true friendships are the one's that withstand and true friends will understand that you have your duties to the Weyr first." he explains gently and then offers a ghost of a smile. "You wouldn't be the first to face this sort of trial. I only hope C'rus realizes the friendships he has and doesn't do something foolish to lose them."

"Dragon and duty first, always." Thys smiles softly, then exhales, seemingly a little more relaxed now that the hard part of what she wanted to do is over. "I'll give him a little longer to relax, and then I'll have Rhenesath check in with Jaicoureth to see if we're welcome to visit him. I know he splits his time between here and Xanadu at the minute, so hopefully Kera's been able to cool him down a little. That works for me, at any rate." Her cheeks colour a little at that thought, and she drops her gaze down into her lap and smirkss, trying her best to hide it. "But I'm hoping he comes around, sir, yes. It would be a shame to lose a friendship over something like this."

Th'ero's smile is small but approving. "That sounds like a very wise course of action, Thys and just about all you can do at this point. It'll be up to C'rus to do the rest." He blinks and then chuckles dryly, "Perhaps his weyrmate helped too. We can hope and then perhaps his… talk-to won't go so poorly." Yet even the Weyrleader seems to doubt this. "You can only do so much, Thys. He has to make the effort as well and have to be more open to change or accepting that sometimes duty will trump friendship." It's just the way of the world. "Is there anything more you'd like to discuss with me?"

"Fingers crossed, eh, sir?" Now, at the end of the conversation, Thys is finally able to smile more freely and be a little less stiff in how she sits, relaxing just a fraction. "There was nothing else, sir, no. Not unless you have something for me? Otherwise, I have my duties to attend to now."

If Thys can relax and feel slightly comforted from this meeting, then Th'ero's done his job. "Fingers crossed," he muses and then shakes his head. "Nothing at the moment. Aside from inquiring how Rhenesath is doing? And has this talk helped matters at all?" he asks gently.

"It's helped plenty, sir, thank you." And then talk of Rhenesath perks Thys up considerably, her large, wide smile growing instantly. "She's starting to round out… and she's driving me near crazy with her excitement about being a mother." Not that Thys seems to mind it - in fact, she laughs. "You know, some mornings when I wake up at the moment it's hard to tell if it's me or her that's growing a new generation? Neither of us can wait to see the eggs, and the dragonets can't come soon enough, to be honest."

Th'ero chuckles softly, "She's very maternal, even for a gold! It's good though that she is so eager and that she's already filling out! Promises to be a good clutch then." Even if the sire was a brown! "Have V'ric and Loxiath been around at all? It's been Turns since I've seen him last. He Impressed with me." Rhenesath wasn't caught by Velokraeth but one of his clutch brothers! Irony? "Well, let's hope that if you are, it's not a clutch…" Th'ero drawls with a quirk of his brow. Did he just imply a joke about Thys carrying multiple babies? Yes. Yes, he did. Chuckling (or clearing his throat), he begins to stand. "I should go and seek out Wingleader Yhri. I've a few reports to discuss with her as is, so I will bring up this incident with C'rus at the same time."

"Ah, V'ric's back in Half Moon Bay, sir, but I'm assuming he'll be here when the eggs are laid. I wasn't aware he was your clutchmate; that's quite a lucky coincidence, isn't it?" Thys's grin then fades, and her eyes go wide as her cheeks colour and she shakes her head adamantly. "No, sir, I'm quite sure I'm not even carrying one, let alone a clutch… dear Faranth, how would I know who it belonged to?" She bites down on her cheek, still shaking her head as she stands up, one hand pressed down on her belly. "Thank you for your time, Weyrleader. If -if - it goes badly, could you possibly give me a heads up, just so I know to tread more carefully?" Stepping away from the chair, she starts to make her way to the door, pausing to say "See you later then, sir," and waiting for his response before slipping out.

Th'ero nods his head, "I figured as much and it is, isn't it?" When her grin fades, he worries for half a second that he'd gone too far but her answer has him relaxing. He chuckles again and shakes his head, "It was mostly in jest, Thys!" Honest. He'd not want her fretting over that now too. "You're welcome. Anytime… my door is always open to talk. Even if it's not matters concerning other riders. Any concerns…" She's welcome to seek him out. He may not always appear approachable but he is — or at least better at it by a small margin. He'll walk around his desk and join her, reaching for the door to open it politely for her. "Of course I'll let you know, Thys. I'll see you later. Take care," And he'll likely see her again in the morning in the familiar routine of meetings.