Fort Weyr - Library
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.


Candidacy was a really awesome time. Where Ha'ze was forced to actually learn how to read and write more than to just get by. But he's never loved it, and it takes him more effort than the normal person. Which is why he's holed himself up in this corner of the library to try to get down his notes before reporting them to Abigail. He's only made so much progress before he stops, crumples up the paper and throws it across the room in disgust.

"Having trouble?" That's Nyalle's soft voice as the Senior steps out from a stack of books and bends to pick up the paper. With a gentle smile, she approaches the table and sets the trash down on the corner, for him to put away properly in the trash bin later.

Voices! There are voices coming from another section of the library — no, it's actually quite nearby, but only two shelf rows over. Anrila also recognizes those voices; one is quite distinctly Ha'ze, and the other belongs to … familiar and high ranking. Taking the tome she'd just selected off the shelf with her (it is authentically a tome, requiring both arms to carry, and dusty) she leans around the edge of said shelf row to confirm, and then takes a few steps closer. Now she's in both of their lines of sight, but doesn't intrude so much as just … do what it is she does so well and stand and watch in silence. Up until anyone looks in her direction due to the fact she did make sound when she walked; then she'll wave.

Ha'ze totally didn't jump (a lot) when Nyalle speaks and steps out into open. No, he gives himself a shake and the direction to calm down. "No ma'am," he just throws paper across the room for the heck of it. He picks up the pen again and taps it against the table, but doesn't go back to writing. Instead he glances up and catches sight of Anrila and lifts a hand. Why not show his particular lack skill to more people.

Nyalle studies Ha'ze for a moment - liar - and then turns at his wave to smile. "Anrila, good afternoon. How are you? Finding everything you need?" Senior by day, librarian by afternoon? Hardly.

Senior Weyrwoman, Savior of Library. Anrila's smile is shy, but it's there; she nods, jerking her head downward to the GIANT BOOK in her arms. "Caprine lineages, ma'am," because of course everyone wanted to know what it was she was looking for, right? "May I sit?" It starts out confident, because she's asking Ha'ze; she remembers again that Nyalle is in the same space and ends up sounding nervous again at the end. "With you, I mean, as opposed to whether I may sit in general."

"…. they write that down?" There's skepticism in Ha'ze's voice, but he gestures at the chair when she asks before belatedly realizing he should probably offer the weyrwoman a seat too. Mutely he steps away from his and gestures to Nyalle and the chair itself. He can totally stand.

Nyalle also looks surprised that there are records of caprines. "Ah," she says, gesturing to a chair as she takes Ha'ze's. Surprise, Ha'ze, you have guests. And she doesn't seem to think it odd at all that she's sitting while he stands. It's only proper. "So the caprine project is moving along?"

Anrila seems to be considering sitting on the floor momentarily, but as the chair-gesture offer seems to be for her she takes it with a shy smile in Nyalle's direction. "Yes, ma'am, I came to see what records the Weyr's archive proper had? As the Hall doesn't have that many on the Weyr's, and I hope that the cotholds at Drake's are in here too." Her expression's a little doubtful, as well as nervous. That's also a default state around anyone she doesn't know well; Nyalle is canceling out her relative calm around Ha'ze. "I might have to actually go ask individual farmers, if they aren't. Who may or may not actually know." Slightly more sour face; who wouldn't keep records?

Ha'ze reaches up and scratches at his head, the idea of people keeping track of goats seeming just… strange to him. Records of people makes sense. Opening his mouth words come out he doesn't quite expect, and once they come out, he looks a little surprised at them. "If they aren't here, I could get Drake Lake's for you. Be there again soon." Cue more surprised looks as he leans against a nearby shelf to hide said self-confusion.

Nyalle nods her head a little bit, smiling as if she understands. "Well keep up the good work." There's a little nod, and then she smiles at Ha'ze. "How are the children, Ha'ze?"

Approval from the Weyrwoman is a big deal to Anrila, apparently; that, or it's just approval from anyone combined with a fancy knot and that Nyalle is generally a gentle presence. "Thank you," comes with a flash of a grin. Ha'ze gets a nod, too — "Yes, I would like that, Jajenelja would probably know them?" She's afraid to ask Dtirae. "I hope I get to meet them soon. Your children." Is that a tiny sigh of envy? Surely not from an apprentice.

Ha'ze was just going to settle himself back into the background of this conversation before he opened is mouth. But no, he did, and they're both talking to him now. "Uh," pause as Ha'ze looks down at the ground and leans just a little more on that shelf. "Twins are still with Abbey. For now. And Jaze's with Jajen. I think… she's going to get fostered there." A slight curve of his lips, but Ha'ze can't really object to that.

Nyalle nods. "The twins will be fostered too I hope? I would hate to lose Abigail as a Wingleader. And there are good families on the island. Jaze will be raised well out there."

"There are a lot of good people here," Anrila offers up quietly, though at this point she's looking only at the pages in front of her and not at anyone she's speaking to, "for fostering." The tone of her voice indicates some personal connection to the statement; she was living in Fort's lower caverns as a traumatized young child, once.

"Aye, figure Abigail might talk to you about that soon enough. For now…" Ha'ze shrugs slightly, putting a bit too much pressure on the shelf causing it to sway slightly. "They were born early." Plus twins. Even now Aleoa is smaller than the normal one month old.

Nyalle nods. "She has some time," she reassures Ha'ze with a small smile. "There are," an agreement for Anrila as well.

"I think that is normal." Anrila offers her expertise from the perspective of someone who is taking classes on animal husbandry, of course, but … if bovine and runner and caprine twins are born earlier than singletons, surely so are human ones?

"That's what the healers say. Healthy enough just… small. Galeon's growin' quicker than Aleoa." Ha'ze is feeling a bit surreal right now, talking to the Senior and Anrila about his kids. Surreal enough that he pushes himself up with a bit more force than was necessary to get away from that lean against the shelf. It's enough to send the already wobbling self on a rather sad journey, tipping over very slowly. Apparently it's a little top heavy.

Nyalle gasps, on her feet when the shelf begins to go. "Ha'ze!" Look out!

Anrila's mouth is open, and she's assuredly going to say something about how Aleoa is a beautiful name, but — "Careful!" She too is standing, though from beyond that point she's frozen in horror, a terrified tableau of what's-going-to-happen. Injured friend? Books everywhere? Both?

Ha'ze does jerk for legit real this time when Nyalle yells out and he jumps backwards away from the shelf. It falls away from him, books and papers raining down to come to a final loud rest against another shelf secured to the wall. Only once all of the books have stopped falling and silence descends again does Ha'ze move. "Shit."

Nyalle has a hand over her mouth, looking in horror at the books, the papers, the hides, broken bindings, pages drifting free of their places… "Oh dear." Wait until the Harpers get a hold of you, Ha'ze!

It's a heavy silence, but not one that Anrila is allowing to let hover for long — she, at least, springs to action immediately. It's being one in a large class of apprentices, many of whom are older than she, when she's at the Hall that has made her the kind of person now bold enough to do this; she's collecting the drifting pages without a word, darting about to try to keep them in order. It probably isn't working, but it's a valiant effort. No comment about how they're totally dead is made, only because of Nyalle's presence.

Nope, Anrila's efforts are going to only make a difference. Ha'ze just stands there and stares, lips set in a straight line for a long second before he turns. "I'll be back." And he starts heading towards that door.

Nyalle watches Anrila move about, but even she hangs back. This isn't her job, nor does she know how anything was properly organized. Whoops?

Anrila is probably just as likely to ruin things as she is to help — it's going to be about fifty/fifty with what she guesses correctly and what she doesn't. "Go get Raya…" she starts to call after Ha'ze, but it's abortive; he might not have memorized the entire library either. Ha'ze is no doubt going to find an archivist with an actual clue, who will be able to fix these things and hopefully not ban them from the library, because that would definitely ruin her homework. "… someone." Her head slumps, but she's still trying to help, defaulting now to putting books in piles. They are probably mostly in the right order.

When Ha'ze returns, a few minutes later, it isn't with a Harper in toe, but a couple of other really strong men. Working together the men and Ha'ze begin to muscle the shelf back into place. With that done it almost looks like more of a disaster zone, especially when their stepping feet tear at papers and hides under foot. Ha'ze's face? Utterly impassive.

Nyalle does nothing to help. Nope. She's here to supervise.

This is going over so well. At least the shelf is getting put back? Which means that Anrila can take all of the books she's piled and put them back onto the shelves, in the order that she semi-arbitrarily decided they belonged in. As for the papers? … they're getting left on the floor for now, because she has no idea what to do with them, but at least she put some of the books away.

(Whether or not those books are put away correctly is anyone's guess.)