Some News

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.


Time for the morning meeting, though Jajen isn't here just yet. Either that or she's come and gone, Nyalle sending her off on some errand or another. Her office is warm, her cloak hanging on the hook by the door as she works - or tries to. It's clear from one look that the Weyrwoman is distracted, the way her stylus taps the paper in front of her and her eyes keep darting the the kettle on the hearth. Boiling yet? Now? How about now?

That's probably not a good sign. Inri arrives in a timely but not early fashion, as is per her usual; it looks as if she's stopped in the office area she shares with D'ani (okay, and Jajen) first, as she's simply wrapped in a shawl with her hair down and not wearing a coat. "Ma'am," she calls socially as she comes in and hunts for the Right Place to sit; the absence of the other junior makes it easier, but she's still early enough in her work relationship with Nyalle that Inri doesn't actually sit until asked.

Nyalle looks up and smiles, though it's a bit strained, as she motions with a hand for Inri to take a seat - wherever she wants. "Tea?" the young Senior offers, pushing to her feet and lifting a tea cup - a new one, this one in autumn colors with leaves and flowers around it - and sets it down in front of Inri. "Sleep well?"

"Please," says Inri, who sits, with a smile — and then admires the mug as it's offered to her. "Oh, is this new? It's pretty. Um — mostly, Zel had a moment in the middle of the night and woke me up, but other than that. Yourself?"

Nyalle clears her throught slightly. "It is from Th'ero," she says with a small, perplexed frown as she stares at the cup. Still trying to work out the nuances of that gift, clearly - if there are any. "I did not sleep well," she answers truthfully, pushing hair away from her face. "I…have some news"

While she's initially tempted to, Inri does not say 'that was nice of him,' both because it's a little bit unusual for the Weyrleader to be politely giving people gifts and for calling him nice — though she credits Th'ero in part for her ever-present side bag — and because she is immediately derailed by how Nyalle is being straightforwardly honest and looks distressed. "Oh," comes out, instead, tone gentle; the old bartender's comfort voice. "Well. I'm sitting down."

You're being transferred to High Reaches! Surprise! No, just kidding. Nyalle fidgets some more, takes a deep breath, exhales… "I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant," she murmurs, glancing at her Junior. And, for once - perhaps the first time - she does not look like Senior Weyrwoman Nyalle. She looks like a nervous 19 turn old with a secret.

Inri has the control not to let her jaw drop, at least; she keeps her facial expression pretty well controlled except for the fact that some concern slips through. "Okay," she says in a calm tone that sounds very oriented on problem-solving, though it's not for a Weyr crisis. "That is — is that a negative, for certain? Or potentially a good thing? Could it be Mr'az's baby, or are you sure —"

Nyalle fidgets a bit. "I really want to be a mother," she admits. "But it's Th'ero's. I haven't…Mr'az and I haven't…" Though /why/ they haven't she's still not clear on, but she knows for sure it's Th'ero's. "It's from the flight. Flight baby. I just…he…" Wasn't happy? No kidding.

"I thought you might," Inri confesses, relaxing a little. "Want to be a mom, that is. You'd — you'll be an amazing one, for as much time as you'll have around the job," she corrects from the hypothetical to the actual — at least for now there's no reason to assume she won't be a mother in most of a turn. "And he's probably not going to be super thrilled, no." Understatement. Inri sips her tea, looking contemplative. "In the end, it's your body and your baby and your decision, but you also need to be able to work well together so —" Stop talking, Inri. Redirect to the important part: "How can I help?"

Nyalle looks up, genuinely startled at the last question. "Help? I…I'm not asking for help, I'm just telling you…" But she's uncertain now that the question has been posed. How /can/ Inri help? "I…oh." She blinks. Pales. "I have to tell Mr'az." DUH.

"Seemed like you might have wanted someone to talk to, and maybe bounce thoughts off of," Inri proposes, around another sip of tea. Just throwing that out there, because for all that Nyalle is the Senior, Inri is older and maybe even a bit more worldly. Maybe. "And — yes, but depending on how your relationship with each other stands right now you might want to tell Th'ero first?"

Nyalle shakes her head, "I already told Th'ero. He…ran off. To tell her, I'm assuming." That bluerider. Who /sobbed/ when she heard. Whoops? "I should be happy. Proud. Pleased, that our Weyrleader is so…um." Fertile? "But…he…wasn't happy." And she's confused by this. Nothing is working out how she thought it would.

Of course he did. Inri bites at the edge of her lip a little. "That — makes sense, yes." The concern only appears to deepen; some of it is probably for Kimmila, at this point, if not also for Th'ero. "I mean, as much as what anyone does emotionally makes sense. They do have a young child," Inri adds, for all that it's probably not all that relevant, leaving out any other potentially pertinent detail. "And I don't think having a flight baby in the family was part of the plan for either of them, so I'm sure he's shaken up. As you probably are and have every right to be."

Nyalle sighs, rubbing her face with her hand and looking down at her stomach. "I…we'll all adjust." Right? "It'll be okay. This child…it's a good thing. A good bond for the leadership." Or something like that.

"Not that I'm saying he would, because he's a good man — but if Th'ero refused to claim the baby?" Inri is just floating ideas, here — and she's doing so as gently and sympathetically as possible. "Because while I don't think he'd go that far I'm not sure he'd really want to co-parent with anyone besides his actual weyrmate. That said I don't know him that well personally." Kouzevelth is distracted from her sunning by this conversation at this point, and her clouds stretch out to Kayeth, floating idly by with congratulations. Sharing that pregnancy period with one's lifemate: it must be wonderful, and unlike her rider, the dragon is mildly envious.

Nyalle looks startled. "Why would he refuse to claim the baby? It's his, there's no doubt about that. And the child will be fostered, of course. I don't have time to be a full time mother for it. I'll find a good family to raise it and hopefully he'll visit." Outside, Kayeth is lounging on her sunny ledge and her sea scented thoughts drift back to Kouzevelth, content and happy and glowing with pregnancy hormones.

"I don't think he would. But I don't know that he's going to be an enthusiastic dad, either." For all that Inri didn't ever think Th'ero would be an enthusiastic dad, and he does so well with Kyzen. "Everyone would know it was his, it's kind of hard to — hide. But yeah. I guess all you can do is hope." Sip. "I could probably recommend a couple of families when the time comes, but that's not as important right now as worrying about you. Wherever I can step in when you're not feeling good, just let me know." A pause, a quiet sigh, a confession: "I've been pregnant before, so I know what the early days can be like."

Nyalle looks up again, focusing on Inri once more. "And?" she presses gently. "Is the child here somewhere?"

"… no." Everyone always has the same response! Inri keeps telling people with hold backgrounds about this; somewhere she must have had a conversation with a sympathetic weyrbred rider. "I was too young and too irresponsible and didn't — it was when I moved here, we took a long trip between on the way over." The guilt, shame and pain associated with this is only hovering around the edges of her eyes, now, instead of completely consuming her. It's been a long time.

Nyalle ohs, glancing down and then fidgeting with her stylus again. "I…suppose that was for the best," she manages. She disagrees, clearly, but it makes sense also, so…she's at war with herself.

"It was, much as I wish it could have been otherwise," Inri confesses — now she regrets it, but then she didn't much care. "I was pretty sick. I think more so than most people would be. And so I took my chance betweening and that's how the cookie crumbles — my parents have no idea, they'd flip. And most people I've told think it was a horrible thing to do — which is okay, I'm not going to be insulted if you want to momentarily think I'm a horrible person. I wouldn't have Impressed, though. I would've been near term when they hatched." That's her strongest defense, the only reason that now that she's old enough to want to be a mother she doesn't loathe herself for what she risked and lost. "But — that's back in the past, I just wanted you to know I sort of understand how the early days feel — and that I'm here if you need anything."

Nyalle shakes her head slightly. "I don't think you're a horrible person," she says quietly. "Fort needs you as a goldrider." Practical when it comes to duty, that's Nyalle. "Thank you for the offer of help. I just wanted you to know." Faranth forbid she let her Senior mask slip a bit. "So, let's get on with the morning meeting…" And so they shall!


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