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.


For all the flashyness of the scene outside, the next conversation is not one that needs to happen in public. So as the riders begin to scatter muttering Ha'ze and Th'ero are back inside the weyr. Ha'ze leads the way and opens the door to the Weyrleader - his - office with a slight sardonic sweep of his arm. "After you. Wingrider."

Th'ero only spares Ha'ze a quick look for the use of titles but doesn't do him the honour of returning the favour. He'll just step inside and wait for the bronzerider to shut the door. After all that happened and by the Weyr structure, Ha'ze is technically acting-Weyrleader but Between will be warm before Th'ero immediately doles out the respect. "What in Faranth's name is your game, Ha'ze?" he asks bluntly as his arms cross over his chest. He'll choose to stand and not take a seat, thank you!

It's probably good, because Ha'ze didn't actually invite Th'ero to stand. Nor is he sitting himself. Instead he'll go looking for the drinks that both Th'ero and Mr'az kept in this office, which Ha'ze is just going to claim for himself. "What makes you think I'm playing a game Th'ero?" Not denying it. "I preer to work with my fists, remember?"

Oh, there's likely alcohol stashed about. Black Damnation ale from Th'ero's time and Mr'az had more of a taste for wine and whatever is the equivalent of whiskey. There's no help from Th'ero, though he'll watch Ha'ze move about the office. "Right." Don't mind the scepticism dripping from his voice. "You're not stupid either. Why impose an exile on me?" Tell the truth now! It's a closed door.

"Because I hate you?" Ah, there it is. Ha'ze opens the right cabinet and pulls out the ale first, shakes his head, then wine and ahhh, Whiskey. There's the stuff. Pouring a small bit into a cup Ha'ze turns back to the former weyrleader. "And you deserve to see what it's like to be cast off."

Th'ero might want (or need?) that ale in a short bit but he won't reach for the bottle that Ha'ze discards. Instead he just scowls darkly at the bronzerider. He snorts, "Revenge, then? Not a good start." He's just going to call it for what it is. Is he pissed off? Oh you bet he is but he knows that no amount of snapping at Ha'ze will do any good.

"You seem to be confused something - I don't want to be Weyrleader." It was very much not in the plan. But Ha'ze is also not going to say no. "And I don't want to keep you from claiming it back. You will leave for the seven, and when you come back you'll keep your fucking trap shut until Kayeth goes up again."

Th'ero will call him on that. "If you don't want it, then don't take it. You don't even have to be Weyrsecond, if you just want to go back to your freedom." Notice that he carefully didn't say 'as you were before' or 'wingrider'. His scowl deepens, "So why exile me at all? And on false pretences?" There's a little test for Ha'ze. The bronzerider thinks it was a lie he's spinning, yet Th'ero knows full well that it's a half-truth at best. He HAD been going behind Mr'az's back in the end but also from the start from the day he lost Weyrleadership by making sure key records were "missing". Records that include background on Ustyrr and Laris and almost everyone involved in both — including certain bronze and gold riders.

"Ah, but it gives me something I do want." Finger points at Th'ero, he wants revenge. He can only get that if he keeps the WL knot. "You will go. And when you come back you'll take over Phoenix and it'll be life as normal. I'll fix the shit Mr'az sttarted with the holders-" because… Ha'ze can probably do that better then anyone else in the weyr at the moment. They trust the bronzerider who takes such an interest in their fields and livelyhoods. "Besides. It's not false." That look Ha'ze levels on Th'ero? The bronzerider knows that Th'ero did things. Not all of the lies Ha'ze passed on were actually lies.

Th'ero exhales heavily and while he doesn't like this one bit, he's finding it difficult to argue against Ha'ze as his terms really aren't THAT outrageous. A temporary exile with promise of a chance to return to regain Weyrleader? Not too bad… if he could TRUST the bronzerider. "And how do I know you'll keep your word and this isn't just a trap? That you're not just getting started on your petty revenge against me?" It's a valid question!

Ha'ze drinks and shrugs his shoulder once. The answer to Th'ero's question is simple. "You don't." Sucks to be you Th'ero, but right now Ha'ze has every ounce of tradition on his side. "You separated me from my kids Th'ero. Galeon still is a bit wary around me, though Aleoa has forgiven me. I can't get that time back."

"I never barred Abigail from going to you. You did that yourself," Th'ero counters right back with a twisted grimace. He's fully aware of what he's done to Ha'ze and may actually feel pretty damn guilty for it now. That the exile went on far too long. Damage is done, isn't it? And he's not exactly about to attempt to even apologize or admit that he was wrong. Stubborn, stubborn man.

"Fah, Abigail's your animal." Which is not the most respectful thing that Ha'ze can say about the Wingleader. "As long as I was on your shit list she wasn't going to come. And I couldn't come back. All I wanted was to be free. When this," finger comes up to twirl, "that's what I am. Independent, I'll pay for my weyr or some shit. But you'll have no authority over me and you never have a gold pin Kainaesyth down again.."

Th'ero's expression darkens, "Abigail is her own person! I've never asked her to follow me." She just does and so does most of Fort Weyr. That's what happens when you're Weyrleader for over a decade. He uncrosses his arms long enough to spread his hands, a gesture of obvious frustration. "And it was her choice not to see you. I did nothing to influence her! I am not the only guilty one here," Now he points at Ha'ze. "That's always been a fault of yours. And I've no intentions of chaining you or Kainaesyth down again." Okay, so maybe that was a hint of an apology or at least admitting that he regrets his choices. "But I'll be damned if I let you use me as a puppet for revenge." So is that a… no, he's not going anywhere?

There are all sorts of things Ha'ze can say to that. ALL SORTS OF THINGS. But he's not going to. Instead he's going to stand there leaning against the desk with that glass in his hands. There's a hardness in his gae, but very little hate. Th'ero WILL go, and Ha'ze will have support in this. People will grumble but… it's not forever, right? And Th'ero DID act poorly as not-weyrleader…

Act poorly how? He was very careful with his work but aside from that, he spent much of his time among the holds with Kimmila and her pseudo-Wing and trying to undo some of what Mr'az was doing. If THAT is a crime, well… Th'ero stares Ha'ze down, waiting on an answer from him that isn't utter silence. No, the exile is not forever and honestly he really should just turn and walk out now. Instead there's this stalemate… though they both know that Th'ero will lose in the end.

Nope, Ha'ze has learned how to be patient. No answer is he going to get until one last slow slip makes the last of the Whiskey disappear from Ha'ze's drink. "Get the fuck out of my office Th'ero."

For a moment, it looks as though Th'ero will challenge Ha'ze and disregard that "order" as well. He glowers at the bronzerider, standing firm for a few long, drawn out seconds before he makes a low sound in his throat. Something almost of disgust or perhaps disappointment. "Have it your way then. I'll go but only for the sevenday you spoke of in front of everyone." Satisfied? Good. Because he's going to push his luck and add: "Can I ask for a favour?"

"No." Because Ha'ze isn't in an open mood. Right now he wants to go find Jajen and finish this off properly. Which is why Ha'ze should never. ever. ever be weyrleader. In fact… Ha'ze should invite Jajen here.

Hey, it wouldn't be the first time that desk has been used for that purpose! Th'ero just glares at Ha'ze, still holding his ground. "Damn you, Ha'ze, give me this at least!" Sorry, he's going to delay that reunion with Jajen until he gets something he wants.

"No." Simple, bitten off. Ha'ze isn't giving Th'ero anything. He doesn't even want to know what it is that Th'ero wants. "When you come back you can do whatever the fuck you want."

Too bad. Th'ero's going to say it anyways or they'll never get on with business. "Make Kimmila stay here. Let her continue her work with the cotholds — she's good at it and a lot of the more remote ones trust her and her riders. I'll speak with her, but I need her here." For reasons. Family or something deeper then that? He shifts a bit, a subtle move back but he hesitates, waiting.

"I want my freedom. I may be shoving you off," because Th'ero's a bastard, "But Kimmila can make her own choices." YOU convince her Th'ero, Ha'ze is so not doing his dirty work.

Th'ero's jaw tenses and now it's his turn to be silent. They could keep going back and forth with this, but he can't find anything to throw back at Ha'ze this time. He's well and truly cornered. Of course… there's always fighting but that never worked before either. "You'll explain to K'vir, why you've done what you've done?" One last question, gritted out. Rumour is going to spread. Dragons talk and this sort of thing is enough to spread Weyr to Weyr. Not everyday a Weyrleader is toppled and an acting-Weyrleader put in his place. Not to mention a double exile.

Ha'ze clicks his finger against the glass. Explaing to K'vir… not high on his want to do list. But the kid deserves it, so he nods once. Of course… he'll only answer if K'vir asks and that won't be till the kid if out of weyrlinghood woho!

Weyrlinghood moves fast and little baby dragons are growing and already tasting first flight. Ha'ze won't have to wait long at this rate or Th'ero is going to enlighten his son on just what kind of man Ha'ze really is and then there will be PLENTY of awkward, terrible questions. Th'ero really is a bastard. Either way, things are at an end and he knows he can push Ha'ze no further. Turning, he reaches for the door. Time for his exit — quite literally this time. He and Velokraeth both will be gone by morning. Where? Who the hell knows, but he's not in Fort anymore.


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