Fort Weyr - Weyrleader's Office
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.


Morning sees the Weyr still shrouded in thick fog and a strangely cool but humid air. It is still spring, but there is a hint of summer about the edges of it now and despite the gloomy cast of the sky and eerie distortion of fog, many of the Weyrfolk are in high spirits. Fort's reputation is slowly mending among the Holds, the stores are also rebuilding as tithes begin to even out and the seasons change. Drake's Lake is now officially cleared and all but done in setting up, assuring the Weyr now has a backup source of goods and resources should they ever face a similar situation like they did this winter ever again. It's not foolproof, but it's better than nothing!

The Weyrleader has gone about his usual routines of a pre-dawn patrol and then a meeting with his Wingleaders and Weyrwoman and staff. Now he's settled in his office, a few refreshments brought in by a drudge before being dismissed. Th'ero's mood seems to be good, no signs of tension or stiffness that usually bely that his temper has been roused or some stressful and nagging issue has him preoccupied. While he sets his paperwork to order, it will be Velokraeth who bespeaks Cikitsakath with a simple request: « If yours is not currently occupied or busy, would she mind coming to the office? Mine wishes to have a few words with her before the day grows too late. »

The interim Wingleader of Roc Wing — now Haast Wing — is found transcribing reports into the computer when her lanky lifemate reaches into her thoughts with blue and coral landscape and warm voice. « Velokraeth's own seeks our presence in his office when you have a moment. » Curiosity lilts in the brown's voice as Cikitsakath shifts from his perch on the high ledge he favors. Yhri snorts softly as that voice invades her thoughts and she frowns down at the work in progress to shrug and set it aside, saving her work and locking her account on the system before turning away and walking out of the weyr and to her ledge, looking at her strapless dragon. "Might as well get it over with. I'm certain it'll only add to what I've got on my plate for the day." Despite her small size she seems perfectly capable of climbing up her bond's limbs and settling into his ridges before the beast drops off the high point like a stone before snapping his wings open to glide across the bowl and land at the administration complex.

Dismounting with an easy slide down the silky cocoa hide she gives the dragon a gently scratch across his jaw before slipping from the fog and into the council chambers. Boots click on the stone as she makes her way across the room and along the long table before she finally reaches the Weyrleader's office door. A quick pattern of raps is given to announce her arrival before she slips into the room and nudges the door shut behind her with her heel. Several more steps are given into the chamber before she snaps a crisp salute and falls into an at ease stance to await Th'ero's pleasure. "What may I assist you with today, Weyrleader?"

Velokraeth can be seen on his ledge just a few levels above the administration complex and the pale bronze rumbles a low greeting to Cikitsakath when the brown comes to land below. Now that he's no longer sand bound, the bronze is back to HIS usual behaviours of observing the Weyr and its inhabitants. Inside, Th'ero has settled himself into his chair and has already begun to sort through many of his reports. It's the sound of approaching steps that first register in his mind that someone is approaching, well before Yhri raps on the door. "Come in," he says, only to look up as the brownrider and interim-Wingleader does exactly that. He dips his head respectfully for her crisp salute and noting that she's been mindful to shut the door, he forgoes asking that and gestures instead for her to sit. "I've a few questions to ask you. I hope I am not delaying you from anything important?" Th'ero murmurs, giving her a lingering look before looking down to shuffle a few hides aside and slide another one in front of him.

At the acknowledgement and direction to sit Yhri complies with an economy of motion, though she sits somewhat toward the edge of the seat due to her short stature. "I was just working on transcribing written reports into the computer. Nothing that can't wait, sir." Hands are on her knees and her spine is straight, not quite willing to relax around the occasionally volatile man until she knows what his reason for summoning her is. "I'll admit that it's nice that requests for transport are picking up again, so I do not mind the extra work as I know it means business is improving." She offers him a somewhat hesitant smile, hoping that he doesn't take her garrulous explanation as some sort of complaint.

Ugh, computers. Th'ero's expression shifts minutely towards mention of the technology he still continues to avoid whenever possible, but he is not about to get into it with Yhri about the pros and cons. The Weyrleader is aware of their uses and does not begrudge the use of them if it benefits others and if it helps Haast to be an efficient Wing, then who is he to complain? "Excellent. I won't keep you long regardless," Since they both have duties to attend to. Namely, Th'ero will have to go down to the Weyrling barracks to check on M'icha and his assistants. Fourteen Weyrlings is a large group! "I've seen from the reports that we are drawing in more business again. It's certainly an improvement." he agrees, not taking Yhri's comments as a complaint at all. If anything, it aids in allowing the Weyrleader to ease into the whole purpose of this meeting. "So you've found the increased workload to be of no trouble?" he asks, lifting his dark eyes now from the hides in front of him to hold her under his gaze. Though his expression is neutral, his eyes speak of another thing entirely. He knows of how she reacted to stress when first taking the mantle of Roc as interim Wingleader when the reputation of the Wing - and Weyr - were in shambles. The Weyrleader is waiting to see if her answer solves many unspoken ones in his head. It's both a test and a trap for poor Yhri.

A nod meets the Weyrleader's concurrence with Yhri's own assessment. The weight of that gaze makes the brownrider briefly uncomfortable but she draws in a quiet breath deep into her belly and sticks some steel into her spine, offering a smile that is warmer than she feels at present. "Not at all, Weyrleader." There is a brief pause as she lets that sentence hang there in answer. "I admit there was an adjustment period when I first took the knot upon myself, but aside from that initial rockiness I think I've found a good stride and the Wing has benefitted from the changes it has undergone in the interim. I hope that you find the improvements and growing efficiency beneficial to the Weyr as well?" Head tilts slightly to one side, the hazel eyes inquisitive and a light green in hue at just this moment that reflects her tunic, masking much of the concern and nervousness she has in regards to Th'ero's conclusions about her work thus far.

Th'ero is silent and stoic, his features barely allowing his true emotions or response to show through. It's an unsettling trait in the Weyrleader and one he often uses in such occasions or political ones. This behaviour also led to him gaining quite the reputation in his first few Turns as Weyrleader, though now most weyrfolk and riders have come to realize it is all a mask. Many masks. Beneath them all though, he's a good man. One with faults and utterly normal — to a degree. "It's often difficult to assume Leadership," he remarks dryly and cryptically, though his mouth curves up at the corners in the barest of smiles. Something Yhri has said has worked to her favour! Th'ero leans back comfortably in his chair, his gaze still focused on the brownrider but not so intensely. "Oh, it has been quite beneficial and a positive improvement. Not many would be able to step up as you did for Roc — now Haast." he goes on to say, speaking in a slow and level tone. No jokes or hidden messages now, he's speaking in bald faced truth now. "To be honest, I had had my doubts to start after your behaviour with G'valt but many of those misgivings were put to rest. Both through your apology and admitting to being wrong and your continued work to see Haast rebuild. And rebuild it did." And he's seen or heard of no relapse for Yhri's behaviour. The reports are telling. "Now that I am confident in your ability to lead, I'd be willing to extend the offer of Wingleader of Haast to you. Officially." No more interim title for her! And so he waits, fingers clasped together as his hands rest on the edge of his desk, for her response.

The smile, however faint, allows Yhri to relax, the tension easing from her muscles though she doesnt go so slack as to be disrespectful to the Weyrleader, just not so tense that she might sprain something. The faint smile is even returned a little more broadly, the humor underneath giving the brownrider something to mull over. More information is taken in as Thero expresses approval for the changes that the wing has gone through despite the initially stilted beginning. The expression of the doubts is met with a demure nod, though to her credit the interim Wingleader does not flinch or wince at them. The ending gives her a bit of hope and she meets the bronzeriders gaze fully as he continues, not one to shirk or back down from facing the music, whatever tone it may take. The offer isnt entirely a surprise, but there is still a faint ripple of it through her center that flows outwards and briefly touches her expression before flittering away and her smile becomes warm and thankful. Weyrleader Thero, I would be honored to continue my service to Haast Wing in an official capacity. I am genuinely grateful for the opportunity Ive been given and eager to continue implementing improvements. It seems thats a yes, though the younger woman isnt quite sure how to accept graciously without a formal question to respond to, should he need such a thing.

The smile, however faint, allows Yhri to relax, the tension easing from her muscles though she doesn't go so slack as to be disrespectful to the Weyrleader, just not so tense that she might sprain something. The faint smile is even returned a little more broadly, the humor underneath giving the brownrider something to mull over. More information is taken in as Th'ero expresses approval for the changes that the wing has gone through despite the initially stilted beginning. The expression of the doubts is met with a demure nod, though to her credit the interim Wingleader does not flinch or wince at them. The ending gives her a bit of hope and she meets the bronzerider's gaze fully as he continues, not one to shirk or back down from facing the music, whatever tone it may take. The offer isn't entirely a surprise, but there is still a faint ripple of it through her center that flows outwards and briefly touches her expression before flittering away and her smile becomes warm and thankful. "Weyrleader Th'ero, I would be honored to continue my service to Haast Wing in an official capacity. I am genuinely grateful for the opportunity I've been given and eager to continue implementing improvements." It seems that's a yes, though the younger woman isn't quite sure how to accept graciously without a formal question to respond to, should he need such a thing.(fixed)

Th'ero does not look the least bit disappointed by Yhri's response and answer and some of the tension in the Weyrleader's shoulders eases back as well. "I'm glad that you accept," he murmurs and while there is no knot to give her, he does make it 'official' by taking a writing stylus and scribbling a few notes on the hide he had placed in front of him. Ah, so that was the purpose of them! "I'll have the news announced at the dinner hour tonight, though you are permitted to inform your Wing immediately." No doubt it'll be redundant by the evening to make the formal speech, knowing how riders and dragons alike will gossip but it's just something that is done regardless. Plus some weyrfolk may be out of the loop! "And your duties to report in the morning for our usual meetings continues on as the same." Th'ero adds with a smile that is light but far more visible. Truthfully, nothing really changes for Yhri, save for the confirmation that her position is HERS — until she either relinquishes it herself or Th'ero demotes her. "You can pick your Wingseconds now too, or keep them as they are. All I ask is that you keep me informed." With that said, he finishes scrawling on the hide and sets it aside to allow the ink to dry, looking up at the small brownrider. "Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"

Yhri gives a short nod in response to the permission to inform her Wing immediately. "Thank you. I'm sure they'll be glad to have the solidity of an official Wingleader." Hands clasp and fingers lace together as hazel eyes watch the hide filled in with a small smile, relief the foremost emotion, though pride mingles in response to the expressed confidence of the Weyrleader. Another nod, this one a double, acknowledges the continuation of duties for the morrow. "I hadn't fully considered who I might like as my Wingseconds since I wasn't sure how permanent this would end up being, but I will give it due consideration now that things have solidified and certainly inform you if I wish to make changes." The question gives the no longer interim pause as she considers it dutifully, though she shakes her head ultimately. "At the moment I cannot think of anything that I need to address with you. I'm certain we can go over it in the morning should anything come up, however." Her weight shifts forward in the chair, clearly preparing to stand though she doesn't quite yet, having not been dismissed.

Th'ero's mouth twists into a smirk, but his eyes flash with amusement for however brief the emotion may pass. In this case, it's a heartbeat. "I had thought the very same thing." he murmurs, watching her carefully until satisfied that all has proceeded as well as it could. He nods his head, "There is no rush and it may be beneficial to bide your time. A Leader who makes too many sudden changes may loose the confidence of their Wing." he intones gravely. No doubt he's had some experience and recalls how nervous some of the Wingleaders and the Weyrsecond at the time had approached him when he first took on Weyrleader after the then Senior gold flew. But that is the past and Th'ero quickly draws himself back to the present. Offering Yhri a reserved smile, Th'ero stands and extends his hand in a familiar gesture of congratulations. "That'd be just fine, Wingleader Yhri. Best of luck with the remainder of your day. As I promised, I won't keep you from your duties and I've best be getting to the Weyrling Barracks. We'll speak again tomorrow morning." Unless an emergency calls them together again! The Weyrleader will move forwards to open the door, politely dismissing Yhri so she may make her escape.

The petite woman gives another nod in acquiescence to that wisdom being dispensed, waiting patiently for the Weyrleader to exit his reverie. The proffered hand is taken and gripped firmly despite Yhris size, though not roughly. "Thank you, Weyrleader Th'ero. Im certain it will continue to be productive and profitable." She returns the smile and stands as the bronzerider does, though she waits politely as he makes his way around the desk and falls into subordinate step behind him. A half bow is given in lieu of the more traditional salute along with a more genuinely relaxed smile before the woman exits the confines of the Weyrleaders office and makes her way back through the council chambers, finally exiting to join her brown and depart again for her weyr. » Well, today just got a lot better! «