Fort Weyr - Weyrleaders' 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.


The other night's… Eventful evening certainly hasn't been forgotten. The morning does not bring a better day, and wash away the events previous — at least not for Dtirae, who looks as if she's not slept since the morning previous. (At this point, one can assume that she hasn't slept, or slept well.) Despite this, the goldrider is standing outside of the Weyreader's office. Either she's waiting for him to arrive, or debating on knocking on the door.

Th'ero looks a little worse for wear but he's nursing a light hangover thanks to trying to outdrink D'ani the previous evening. He lost, of course and the Weyrsecond slept on the couch and the Weyrleader took to his bed and when Kimmila returned home late in the night she cursed them both. Still, there is work to be done and if a broken leg doesn't stop him from being in his offices, an alcohol fuelled headache won't either. At the knock, he both winces faintly and grunts. "Enter." He'll be seated behind his desk, one leg bent over his knee as he calmly reads through the morning reports.

She does knock, and then enters when called in. The goldrider closes the door gently behind her before making her way to settle in one of the seats in front of his desk. Flashbacks, really, from her younger years and the feeling of guilt just as great. She's avoiding looking at him, if only to hide her lack of sleep and the redness in her eyes. They're just a little puffy, too. "I wanted to apologize… I've… Been out of sorts… But, that's an excuse…"
"It is an excuse," Th'ero agrees without even so much as looking up from the report he's reading. He heard her close the door and can make out the movement of her approaching his desk. Taking his time in reading (or pretending to), it will seem a great long time before he sets the hides down and finally looks up at her. He says nothing of the redness in her eyes or the obvious signs of lack of sleep save to gesture for her to sit down. "It's an excuse and one that's understood by any rider. However, that won't help solve all matters. Will it?"

Dtirae says nothing as they sit in silence. Her head ducks down slightly, fingers twisting together as she waits. "Of course not." She answers softly. "Excuses won't solve anything…"

Th'ero watches her silently as he allows the quiet to extend between them. Not pressuring her or trying to push the issue but even he can only wait so long. "Exactly. But this isn't really about Zuvaleyuth's proddiness affecting you, is it? There's more to it." Which he was made oh-so painfully aware of.

"No, not really. Not all of it. I think that it influenced…" If only partially. Dtirae sighs softly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "It certainly pushed." She pinches her nose a little harder before glancing quietly at the Weyrleader. "I really didn't mean for it to come out like this. I was really worried if Velo caught again, that Zuvaleyuth would get possessive. She and Kayeth already started butting heads once, and I stopped her. I was worried about if I couldn't this time." Though, she's avoiding the topic of a certain Weyrsecond.

"We'd cross that bridge if it came to that, Dtirae but until then there's a very good chance that Velokraeth will chase Zuvaleyuth when she rises. He will chase and has chased just about every gold that has risen here in Fort." Th'ero explains and will gesture again for her to take a seat. Watching her carefully again, he will sigh and some of his reserved nature will thaw. "You're stronger than you think, Dtirae. You've been a rider how many Turns now? She will listen to you, if you stand your ground." She may be avoiding the topic of a certain Weyrsecond and he KNOWS this, which brings a frown to his brow. "There's another issue too. D'ani. "

"I understand, that he'll chase." Dtirae murmurs, "but he's won all of her flights. It stands that he'll likely catch again." At the gesture to take a seat, she quietly settles into the chair. She remains quiet for a long moment, her head ducking down. "Th'ero… How can I face him when all he does is tell me I'm weak? That I'm fragile. Every time I feel better, that I'm improved, he's shot me down and told me how fragile I am? That's why I avoid him, have been avoiding him. But, maybe he's right. I'm fragile, afraid of being hurt, and I don't care about anyone other than myself. I'm incapable for caring for anyone but myself and Zuvaleyuth." A sigh as she drops her head into her palm, hiding her face. "I'll apologize to D'ani."

Th’ero levels Dtirae with a look as though he expects her to have the answer herself as it’s so plain to him. He’ll give her a few measured beats of silence and then with a sigh, he lays it out. “Simple,” he drawls in a strangely quiet voice. “You prove him wrong. Prove us both wrong, Dtirae and rather than hide from him, talk to him. Apologizing would be wise and it can be left at that. I’m not saying you need to rebuild a friendship with him.” The Weyrleader isn’t a stupid man and isn’t about to try and force anything. “But I don’t need my Weyrsecond at odds with one of our juniors. Neither am I about to allow D’ani to resign over this.” So, suck it up, buttercup? Th’ero’s being hard on her but his support usually comes at a cost. When she drops her head into her palms to hide her face, Th’ero’s frown only deepens. “You’re going to have to let go of this, Dtirae. All of it.”

The answer would normally be plain, Dtirae’s stubborn and usually quick to lash out. His answer draws a soft sigh, a relenting one but one that conveys understanding. “I don’t want him to resign. He’s a good Weyrsecond… I didn’t expect that response from him.” She promises, quietly. She does linger in silence for a long moment, composing herself as her head remains pressed into her palm, hiding still. “I know. I’m… Working on it.” She promises again, lifting her head to meet his gaze. “I’ve… Recently stopped having nightmares about Stonehaven. And… I didn’t have any about the arsonist. I made a friend who I trust talking to this stuff with and… He helps.” Her smile is thin before she shifts in the chair, sitting up a little straighter. “Speaking of which, if you don’t mind me derailing… I wanted to apologize for how I handled the situation. We should’ve tried to apprehend him, not… Talk.”

“You didn’t?” Th’ero sounds close to disbelief in his answer and he’ll give Dtirae another lingering look before he leans back in his chair again, lifting one hand to scrub idly under his chin. Right now, the Weyrleader sees little fault in the way D’ani reacted and his only regret is that the start of it exploded in the tavern. His frown is quick to return, his gaze focusing solely on Dtirae herself and not somewhere lost in his thoughts. “Only just… It’s been over ten Turns since Stonehaven.” Then it clicks and his mouth downturns to join that frown. Not so much disappointed in her as he is in himself for not realizing how interconnected everything was. “Why didn’t you talk to any of us sooner, Dtirae?” Though she seems to have learned that lesson and her mentioning a ‘friend’ has the Weyrleader relaxing (and curious). “Good. Just remember that he doesn’t have to be the only one. The Weyr as a whole is your family and support. While I don’t expect you to trust all of us, you’ve got to learn to confide some of your worries and concerns to others. You may find it helps. Even the smallest of things.” he intones gravely, only to tilt his head as the conversation turns. He snorts and flicks his hand in an almost dismissive manner. “You had no idea how dangerous this arsonist was. If you’d all leapt in, who knows what he’d have done. Probably taken you all with him. His mind was certainly warped enough…”

"Of course not. Well, the getting angry but threatening to step down because I didn't want him there? That, I didn't expect." She assumes the Weyrleader talked him out of that. So, there's little concern on that front. "I… Was ashamed. Ashamed of how afraid I had been. That I couldn't do anything. I thought I should handle it, but it got worse and then I was… It seemed like it was too late. Because I should have been over it. Should have been stronger. Because I couldn't afford to be weak." Fists clench and she draws a slow breath. "I'm trying… I am just…. Do you mind if I talk to you as well. I trust you." Grey eyes search his face in question. As for the madman, she gives a slight nod, "It may have been his intention to end his life the whole time. Still, I wish we could have found out more." Dtirae rubs her face a moment before she makes to stand. "Give me some time and after Zuvaleyuth rises, I'll apologize to D'ani. It'll probably be in two days. Lunch hour, I think."

Th’ero has talked D’ani out of it and the two of them had a good chat while drinking. It should come of no surprise if the Weyrsecond is seen at some point stumbling from the Weyrleader’s weyr and even he is nursing a light headache from said hangover. “What happened in Stonehaven and everything after it is not the norm. How could you expect yourself to handle it? No one is prepared for that. Not even the most hardened of us.” Is he speaking of himself? Probably. “You are only as weak as you make yourself to be, Dtirae. If you’re tired of it, then BE the change. You’re the only one who can help yourself in the end.” he murmurs and then quirks a brow. “Of course you can.” he tells her without hesitation and he smirks, “I’ve always been here to talk to. I just might not show it.” Th’ero shakes his head, “We’ll make do with what we have. We’re still searching but at this point I feel like the whole situation is just one large dead end — or never happened. Fabricated, the whole thing, by the delusions of a madman.” His head tilts again and now there is a ghost of a smile curving his lips. “Are you that in tune with her as to pinpoint the exact day?” he drawls and may make a mental note of the day. Perhaps…? No, he won’t fool himself. Velokraeth likely already knows about Zuvaleyuth and the bronze will be stubborn, nigh on impossible, to budge.

"High expectations backed with stubbornness that I could handle everything, I imagine." Dtirae manages a smile that is a touch amused, at least. "I think… I imagined you guys handling it better — I guess you just handled it differently and I… Well, it doesn't matter." Too late to change the past. But, the present is still unfolding and there's still time to change. "I… Will remember that. And that you're here to talk." Her smile comes again, a little easier but still hesitant. "Hopefully it is just the delusions of a mad man. But, part of me feels like he was telling some truth. Or, it was just his truth. I'd like to search more." Once she is able. His question earns a wider smile, "we're closer after spending so much time away. But, she also has the tendency of being predictable." She grins a touch wider and then offers in a softer tone. "You don't need to leave. I'll work harder at keeping her from Velokraeth, after he catches. It might be nice, the familiarity of it." Because she is certain of Velokraeth's ability. And, waking up beside Th'ero has never been bad, aside from the first flight. "Thanks for talking with me. I have some things to sort out… In my head."

Th’ero shakes his head again, “You should never assume, Dtirae.” he is all he murmurs to her. It’s too late to change the past but not too late to change the future. He nods his head and grimaces as they continue to hold to the conversation of the arsonist. Something that clearly spikes his headache a little. Must they discuss it? “I won’t stop you from searching further so long as it doesn’t conflict with the duties set to you by Nyalle.” Predictability seems to bring a touch of humor to the Weyrleader again and he smiles crookedly. “I’d not count on Velokraeth catching. He will snare Kayeth, no doubt, when she rises but as far as juniors go, he seems to let his ilk take over that duty. You may find her snared by one of the bronzes sired by him.” Closely or distantly. Again, he nods his head but this time in more of a respectful gesture. “Anytime, Dtirae.”

"I'll blame that on my youth." Dtirae states, "I'll know better from now on." This is a promise, there is determination lingering in her tone as well. She won't press the arsonist issue any further, other than the nod of understanding of not letting it interfere with her duties. "I didn't know he was less inclined to give it his all for the juniors. Then, perhaps Zuvaleyuth's pattern will come to an end. His offspring all seem to do as well as him, I don't doubt that one of them will catch." At his nod, she gives one of her own with a smile. And then she departs, with far more to think on and consider. At least she hasn't subjected the poor man to all of her troubles.

Th’ero smiles faintly and crookedly. He knows all too well how experience and age can change a person. He is not the same man he was when he first assumed Weyrleader at the age he was, barely into his twenty-fifth Turn. “Oh, he’ll give it his all. He just seems to be outwitted by the others.” Probably by Velokraeth’s choice. “For the best anyways. Let other bronze’s sire clutches. Strengthen the bloodlines.” And give poor Th’ero a break from being tied to the aftermath. “Clear skies, Dtirae.” he murmurs, watching as she turns to depart and once she’s stepped out the door he will exhale heavily and pick up those reports once more to read through.