Where did i put my quill again? [Open]

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F'ol paced in the hallway outside the dining Cavern. His mind racing as he tried to cover everything he needed for the day. Quills, ink pots, hides, food, drink, where had he put his daily schedule again?

'You're doing the thing again. a warm, amused voice filtered through his mind. 'Doing what Geminith?' F'ol thought back at his dragon as he checked his bag AGAIN. 'you're obsessing. Go sit down. You've packed everything you said you needed into your bag.' F'ol exhaled heavily before slumping to a nearby table and grabbing some klah from one of the urns by the fire. At least the klah here was hot all day, for that he was grateful.

Pulling out his hides, quill and ink pot, he set them carefully on the table, adjusting them so they were perfectly straight, he even arranged his mug so despite there being stuff, it was neat and almost pleasing to the eye to look at. Perhaps he should have brought something to add some color so it would lightened it up.

'Mine, you're still doing it.' F'ol let a heavy breath, yes, Geminith was right, he was getting caught up in his OCD again. He looked down his record hide, lips pressing together as he slowly began to rock back and forth whilst his mind churned through the day's tasks. Drills, which drills were running on which day, which wings would be flying which formation, his mind hummed away busily.

Geminith just shook his head, lowering his head to his feet as he sunned himself on the heights, sometimes F'ol just need to breathe.

[Hiko]

It had been a day, and it wasn’t even noon yet. Talera rubbed at the back of her neck as she walked down the hallway that led to the dining cavern. Last night’s sleep had not been terribly restful, and there was too much to do in the day to allow for the gold rider to do much sleeping in. Inventories would need to be discussed with Shennah, and she would still need to see to the numbweed production, and she would need to inform A’zael if there was anything found lacking in supplies in either.

It never stopped feeling strange, when the odd cavern worker would pass, nod, and greet her as Weyrwoman. To be truthful, she knew there was little chance of her retaining the position, with both Danovelith and Sularenth both far closer to a rise than her own Aerroth; timing had done no favors on that front.
Aerroth had been quite pleased at the sudden rank of Weyrqueen, despite the gold’s own misgivings at the idea of trumping tradition in favor of stability. The queen was loath to give up the title, and detested the idea that Sularenth seemed to already claim the Weyr as hers. Well, it would hardly be an issue, Talera thought as she entered the dining hall. The twin golds were simply too much closer to rising.
Still, she was happy to return to her former rank as a Second, if it meant enabling a healthier Weyr in the future. There would be no usurping Srunae or Melana; both queen riders were of sound mind, and neither were satisfied with anything less than the best for the Weyr. It would be a breath of fresh air for Talera to play Second to one of them. Frankly, any feelings of overworking herself now meant little if it meant an easier life in a few months. She enjoyed playing a support role, even if her lifemate did not.

The scent of freshly baked sweetrolls wafted through the air, and Talera could nearly taste them. Well, a quick bite, she thought, then back to work. No one could fault her for a moment of peace between duties, and she knew herself well enough to expect to mull over the day’s necessities while she ate.
After attaining a small plate of bacon, stewed tomatoes, and a still-warm sweetroll, she poured herself a mug of klah and looked for a seat. Since the outburst at the timing announcement and the subsequent mutiny and usurpation of Karredy’s title, it was less common to find willing tablemates. Though no one seemed to fault her for the claim, it had undoubtedly left a sour taste on many a tongue. Talera couldn’t fault those that disagreed; it was still better than if A’zael had done it himself, and at least with her at his side, he couldn’t be faulted if the next Weyrwoman happened to be Srunae.

Now, there was an orderly setup, the thought, nearly passing by the table at which a brown rider sat. Not a familiar face; a recent transfer? They’d had quite a few immigrants, as of late, and Talera berated herself for not being more aware of the ranking riders that had joined their cause.

“Mind a little company?” she asked, nodding to the seat opposite him.

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F'ol had musing over his notes where a voice disturbed his thoughts and made him a bit, eyes quickly snapped up to the woman before him. She wanted to sit with him? His eyes moved across her jacket, spotting the golden knots at her shoulders, a gold rider nonetheless! Nodding quickly, F'ol carefully moved some of his things out of the way she would be able to join.

"Of course, Gold rider. Please... take a seat." He spoke softly, his eyes moving the stuff he had moved before he set to arranging them neatly again, without now intruding on the space his tablemate would require. 

"My apologies I did not introduce myself to you... I noticed that everyone was busy so I got my weyr assignment and settled in as quietly as possible. I'm F'ol from Fort Weyr, Geminith is my dragon. He's a brown." The part of his dragon felt as though it had been tacked on, as he realised that perhaps the goldrider was unaware of what color he rode. Inwardly, he cursed it, why should it matter what colour a rider has, but that part of the hierarchy had been drilled into him during his weyrling days at Fort, it wouldn't do to forgot it now. Perhaps it would serve a purpose. 

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[Hiko]

It was refreshing, not to immediately be seen as Weyrwoman, Talera thought as she settled into the seat across from F’tol. She had only deigned to wear the appropriate rank knots when leaving the Weyr or dealing with any local holders, but in the bulk of the Weyr proper, she saw little need of wearing them; everyone knew her position wasn’t permanent, and so she kept to her Second knots. No use in discarding them when she’d be back to them in some few months.

“No offense taken, F’tol,” she said, swirling the mug of klah in her hand. Steam rose from the mouth of it, and she looked onto the warm contents with affection. “I cannot say the Weyr has been bereft of chaos, as of late, and we do appreciate the arrival of every new dragon. Talera, and gold Aerroth.”
She briefly wondered who had handled his settling in, and was all the more grateful for the workload to be split between three riders, rather than all on one. Well, at least if it had been Srunae, he might have gotten a smile out of it. Melana was a fierce woman, and although Talera held no ill will towards her, knew that she didn’t always make the best first impressions.

Well, no matter. He seemed comfortable enough in his new residence.
“I promise I won’t take up much of your space. Honestly, seeing everything so well kept is what caught my attention in the first place. May I ask what you’re working on?”

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F'ol eyes widen for a moment, so she's the weyrwoman until one of the golds rose to mate. Shards, it was just his luck... although she didn't seem upset by the formality of his greeting. It was a nice change though, given at Fort, the Weyrwoman and the other gold riders were a stickler for being referred to by their rank. When asked about his work, he went a little red across the cheeks and collar before moving a hand to rub the rising heat building along the back of his neck.

"I'm doing through the old drills I was taught in Fort..." F'ol trailed off before he carefully pulled a few sheets of record hide showing the neat formations and where the wing would and how it'd move during certain threadfall. The Weyrleader at Fort had made up formations and tactics to deal with thread that become tangled in high winds and who would be on rescue duty for the dragons scored too badly to fly. That had his main duty as a Wingrider, as his brown was a good size to catch most if not all the greens and blue that fell in thread. His skin under his clothes rose up and prickled at the thought. Too many times had he been covered in the sleek green inchor of the injuried during threadfall. He had wished he had a more prominent position in the wing, then maybe he would have been able to save them from injury, but his weyrleader didn't see his note taking and tracking of injuries as useful and which wings sustained the worst damage nor did he take the notion that changing up the drills for the greens and blues of the wings would be useful. 

[Hiko]

It was clear that F’ol had realized his error in greeting, for Talera quickly noticed the creeping redness that flushed across his skin in embarrassment. She merely offered him a smile for it, and turned her attention to the notes.

How often did one actually find a wingrider so invested in recording a leader’s drill formations? Had he wanted a promotion, perhaps? She peered across the table at the rosters and injury reports, and considered them.
R’get had recently been taken out of commission by errant threadfall. Though A’zael was actively pursuing G’rett as a replacement, it might not hurt to mention a newer rider in their midsts. Granted, no one enjoyed flying under new transfers, but the detail being poured into these notations was impressive.

Well, it was something to ponder. Perhaps the next time she spoke with A’zael. Or, perhaps not. A Weyrwoman’s role tended to keep her away from Fall decisions, and though she knew A’zael to be amenable to changes in tradition, that was one toe she didn’t entirely want to step on; she’d caused enough of a fuss with the more traditionally-minded, as of late.

“Does J’yer keep such meticulous notes for his wings?” she asked, now completely invested, watching as he pulled into focus the formation logs. Shame; she was far more interested in the injury reports. “Color me impressed. Bit of a shame that we don’t have Fort’s numbers, though - or their skies. So, have you adjusted into your new home, yet? The first few months were the hardest for me.” She shook her head and gave a small laugh. “I remember being terribly confused at the idea that we shared the harbor with holders.”

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F'ol noted her apparent interest, his eyes lightening up a bit before he straightened up and brought out a listing of the where the most common injuries happened and where the areas that dragons had been most injured in Fort. He semed to be geninuely delighted that she liked how detailed his records was.  

"Not really... J'yer was more interested in getting the drills done as he saw fit." F'ol shook his head. "Not to speak ill of the man... but his stubbornness is not an asset." He added on, rearranging his paperwork again until the Weyrwoman brought up about the numbers. F'ol's hand flicked over several piles before he carefully brought another piece of record hide and held it out to her. On it, was a list of the dragons at Fort, their ages and the list of injuries that they had abstained. 

"Its not been hard settling in really... I have noticed that most tend to either be keeping their distance or they're too busy to see to a newcomer." F'ol spoke softly, hoping to ease the Weyrwoman's concerns, it wouldn't do for the lady in charge to be upset at something over he had caused. Now, she had finished looking over the details of the wing formation, F'ol set to putting it back in its correct place and rearranging his notes, another there was a new bundle of record hide, neatly written on the front, Mavros. He was already preparing his notes for Mavros. It wasn't because he needed to really... it was just about he enjoyed it. It gave his mind a rest for running itself in circles over everything. 

"Although I don't have any roommates yet, I have to admit i've been enjoying the quiet. Geminith dislikes it though. He's far more social than me." F'ol's smile was warm and even a bit affection as he thought of his dragon. 

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“Well, a Weyrleader’s word is law,” Talera said in a noncommittal tone, though she offered a smile in good will. “And stubbornness is a trait you’ll find in many of them, I’m afraid. As it happens, I’m quite interested in reports. The more you learn, the more prepared you can be in the future - even if it is only on a healer’s level, if not the wing.”

And he’d already started a ledger for his new home? Talera approved more and more. It was good to see a rider - regardless of rank or color - take such an interest in the preparation of the wings and their drills, and Mavros was certainly the place to see such a hobby bear fruit. While she might prefer the more traditional rank and formation (despite her recent involvement in the matter with the mad child that had been their Weyrwoman), A’zael had made it clear in his own wing that he wanted to give opportunity to those willing to learn and lead - personally, Talera thought it was more of a concern that there seemed to be a need for it; were there not enough ambitious bronze and brown riders, that he had to grant wingsecond positions to greens and blues?

Well, the wings were the Weyrleader’s domain, and she couldn’t argue that he’d seen the Weyr prosper, despite the break from tradition. Her domain lay with the people - and the dragons. And proper injury reports would give the caverns a better idea of how much numbweed salve to produce, how often medical supplies would need to be attained, and how often they might need to request additional healers to the Weyr.
“I wonder if you might not have had better luck sharing this information with Madia,” Talera thought aloud, tapping at her chin in consideration. “A Weyrwoman can make good use of injury reports, even if a Weyrleader might ignore results. At any rate, I would appreciate them, after Falls.”

At the brown rider’s apparent hesitance to speak poorly of his new home, Talera offered the wave of a hand.
“Mavros is always in flux with newcomers. Don’t worry - I fear everyone feels a bit of an outcast, when they first arrive. Give it time, and you’ll find a place here.”

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