Paperwork [Tag: A'zael]

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Karredy
Things had been running as smoothly as Mavros could manage it for the past few months. After all the trouble going around, Weyrwoman Karredy found it strange to find that there was nothing serious to hear from Laurica's report for the sevenday. The wings as a whole were fine, aside from colds or minor injuries from the onset of autumn, and Karredy herself was finally getting rid of the tremor that was lingering in her hands. She could just about do the harder stitches again, and her writing didn't look like wherry-scratches.

It was a little unsettling, after the tumult of Mavros' first few Turns.

People are strange, Zalmaranth told her with her usual hint of amusement. Wanting something else and then not knowing what to do when they get it.

Hush up, you, Karredy said as she went over the list of tithing agreements at her desk. She was about to make one last signature on her paperwork, but then saw space for two--she needed A'zael to sign this one as well. Why on earth would she...?

She went over the hides again: Ah, it was a shipment of firestone. No wonder. Zalmaranth, do you know where A'zael is? I need him to sign something.

Fath, Zalmaranth called. The Weyrwoman needs to talk to your rider. She's heading to your weyr.

[Zen]

A'zael :: Bronze Fath

His second 'term' as Weyrleader was both easier and harder. His indiscretion with Mollin was hardly bandied about anymore now that all had gone well enough, but it had only been replaced by his 'questionable' decision to start flying Blues and especially Greens for longer during drills and Faranth forbid, even Threadfall. Had anything happened to make such a decision seem as foolish as so many were making it out to be? No, it absolutely hadn't, so they could all just shove Between. He was growing far more confident in his decisions, he'd realized, and was glad of it. He had hated feeling so unsure of everything he said and did. He still questioned himself at times, but not like before. Not when there was an under current of colorist dissent waiting to sweep him up if he faltered.

Such things were quite far from his mind currently, as he lounged on his bed playing his gitar and humming pleasant melodies to himself. He had often felt, over these past few months, that the gitar was helping him deal with his stress rather remarkably. He could just forget everything for a few candlemarks and play; and his skills were improving decently if he did say so himself, even without further 'proper' instruction, he was figuring things out well enough on his own. Music had always been something he had natural ability for, give him a good foundation such as he with the gitar and he could figure the rest out himself.

Srunae always seemed to come to mind when he played; a light smile settled on his lips. He had yet to serenade her properly, like he'd told her he would. He still had to settle on the right song, but then nothing ever seemed quite right. Recently he'd up and decided he would just have to write one himself... but he was finding it harder than he had remembered. He used to be able to come up with little tunes about girls on the spot if necessary. He wasn't sure why it was turning out to be so difficult with Srunae. He wanted more than a 'little tune' for her, of course, but still....

Fath raised his head as Zalmaranth addressed him, interrupting A'zael's thoughts urgently, Minemine! Zalmaranth'siscoming!

Tearing his focus from his gitar, he stood from the bed, leaving his gitar lay there for now, Now? Why? The questions were not entirely meant to be answered, not by Fath anyway, for getting proper information out of Fath was nearly impossible. Clearly it was business about the Weyr... the two of them had hardly interacted if not for weyrleadership duties that brought them together. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair and heading for the door to let Karredy in when she arrived.