An Early Start

Inner Caverns
The larger first chamber is at the height of roughly that of three grown adults, with the ceiling and walls rather smooth cut stone. The walls are dotted at regular intervals with metal sconces that are filled and refreshed with glows, the light providing a constant soft ambience no matter the time of day for not all that much light filters in from the outside. Two wooden doors along the southeastern part of the wall are labeled "In" and "Out" are used frequently by the kitchen workers to keep this cavern well stocked. The first chamber appears to act much like a dining hall, rows of tables spread out and worn benches offering a perch to the residents and riders as they cycle through the daily mealtimes. Several hearths have been constructed along the north and west walls, providing both practical warmth and a place for the night hearth to be kept with its simmering stew and hours old klah. A raised dais is set along the north wall, where the Weyr's leaders eat and important announcements are made. Further in are two more medium sized chambers with naturally arced ceilings that act in a multi-purpose capacity, and beyond them tunnels lead even deeper into the depths of the stone to the Weyr supply stores.


Emmaline arrives trailing after the child-holding Chandi and bickering with her sibling. "Now she's mad at me and it's all your fault." she blames the bronzerider with a false sulk. She sticks her tongue out at Ya'ri and marches off to grab something not brown off of the sideboard. Since there really isn't much not brown available, she returns with some winter wrinkled fruit and a sigh. "Do you need me to take him yet, Dearling?" She asks, offering one of the less wrinkled redfruits to Chandi as penance.

Ya'ri makes for the food as well, pointedly taking mostly brown things. He returns with toast, stew, klah, some legumes, and the like. He smiles a satisfied little smile that entirely fails to look innocent at his sister, "Why don't you pick a place to sit, Chandi, since you're carrying him." He offers, realizing his nephew might need a quiet spot. He greets the others in the room as best as his hands full of tray will allow.

Chandi takes offered redfruit and beams at guilting Emmaline into giving it. "He's okay, really. I think he's about ready to fall back asleep at any moment now. She looks around for a less full table, before finding one to settle in at. "I suppose that the two of you are going to bicker all night now? You know that you'll never ever come to a consensus on anything. You never have before." She takes a bit on the fruit and tries to hide a grimace. "They're a little sour, if you go for one, Emma."

O'mohe is settled at his table on the dias reviewing a number of hides spread out to either side. He marks a few and rolls them up, now and then looking up from his work to tabulate those flowing in and out of the caverns.

With a sigh, Emmaline drops onto the bench beside her 'mate. She takes a bite of the more wrinkled fruit and her eyes cross. "Sour indeed." With a half-hearted kick to the table, she adds. "I'll behave now, even though that's boring." And with slyly shiftin eyes and a slight hitch to her head, she indicts the weyrleader's presence to the others, in case they had missed on there own. "Sides, I don't think I'll want to get into mischief just now. I'm tired of standing the stones at night, even if it is getting warmer." Her eyes drift over to check once more on the little boy, a habit ingrained.

Mr'az enters as quietly as one can from the bowls outside, pausing briefly by the entrance to cast a quick glance throughout the cavern as his hands work to unfasten his jacket. He looks a touch hurried but more apprehensive and puzzled then anything as he lingers there for a few breaths and then he squares his shoulders as if gathering his courage. Moving on, he has to weave around another individual passing through, muttering a low (and maybe half grumbled) apology and it's then that he spots the three already gathered by the table. "G'day," he greets as he wanders past, a faint smile following but swift to falter. And for good reason. His path? Leads right to O'mohe. Approaching the dias, Mr'az salutes the Weyrleader and speaks again in a lowered voice. "I received your note. Is there something I can do for you, Sir?"

Ya'ri cocks his head at Chandi playfully, "Who said anything about bickering. No sense in that when you've already made your point." He chuckles and eats his toast with gusto. The "sir." startles him briefly but once he sees that it's not aimed at him he relaxes. "Thanks Emma.", he says in all seriousness. "I would have said something I shoudln't if you hadn't…" He just smiles and adds, "So… 'plenty' of people at the flight I hear..", with an odd emphasis on the word that isn't sarcasm. "I'm sorry I missed it.", he says after that, which is.

Chandi leans tiredly on Emma, and allows Emaurd to do the same. "I think, that we're both about to call it a night darling. If that's okay with you? Would you mind if I took him back up to our rooms with me?" She offers the greenrider a one armed hug. "He's out again, and I'm starting to do to the same." She turns toward Ya'ri. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't. Err, well. Don't do anything that will get you into any trouble tonight if you can help it. I don't want to console Emma later."

O'mohe rolls one more hide, taking his time to tie a thin cord around it while having another look around. Gaze lingers over the settled trio but they are spared more lengthy scrutiny by the arrival of another of the weyrs bronzeriders. He waits quietly, letting Mr'az approach and complete the due salutations before speaking "Yes, good. There is one matter I need to discuss" although the use of the word is likely a stretch. Anything truly important is likely well long decided, and by the tone of his voice this probably falls within that category. "with you. Sit down a moment please." he waves for klah to be brought.

Emmaline gives Chandi and by extension, Emaurd, a hug. "Of course, love. Do you want me to come up with you?" she asks with some concern. "I'm getting pretty sleepy myself." She looks over to her brother and gives him an affectionate smile. "And then I won't have to get Ya'ri into trouble either." What is going on over with the weyrleader and Mr'az is very carefully ignored. The kind of ignored that takes a lot of attention to accomplish. "You don't mind, do you?" she asks of her brother.

Chandi offers another hug. "Well, I certainly won't stop you if you're set on following me back. I always like company in the bed, you know. Much warmer that way." With that, she's walking out toward the bowl.

Mr'az does his best not to look too awkward standing there or when he turns to take a nearby seat with a simple spoken, "Of course." His choice of seat will not be right close to the Weyrleader, keeping a respectful distance without being insulting. A brief glance is darted back to the caverns as all hopes of a quick escape are dashed and the bronzerider frowns. Matters to discuss? This was not at all what he expected, not entirely, from the summons he received. Fighting to keep his expression neutral and not betray his curiosity, Mr'az sits in tense silence.

Emmaline chases after Chandi, after a quick goodbye to Ya'ri. "Don't get into any trouble without me." She says with a quick wave on her way out hte door.

Ya'ri gives kind attention to his companions for a moment as they arrange to leave, "I'll see you two later.", he says with polite aplomb at odds with his sarcasm earlier. "It really was good to see you sis, even if painful." A wide smile accompanies that. "And it's always good to see you Chandi." He turns his attention to O'mohe and Mr'az, without trying to look curious.

O'mohe waits for the klah, watching as Mr'az makes his seating choice. Interesting… but he keeps his expression fairly neutral, setting his mug down and getting to the point, semi-directly. "I've been reviewing all the riders, and the wings structure in particular. In light of the coming threadfall" the word which turns a few more heads of those in the caverns "the Weyr needs to have its strongest fighting force. I've but a few turns at best to make that happen and in reviewing I realized there were several who weren't meeting expectations." he pauses at that, his gaze seems to be focused beyond you in that moment of reflection before clearly settling "It's left a few openings in the wings and I find that, although not as long a rider as some others, you've shown a good head on your shoulders. Although I had to wait many turns, I'm not about to make others who show similar promise do so and I'd like you to step up as wingleader. Doing so now you'll settle into it by the time 'fall starts" he sounds quite assured of himself. And that's that. Does that count as discussion? He looks pointedly for your response.

What can one do while waiting in silence and on the arrival of klah? Very little, though Mr'az will glance back out to the caverns again and his eyes will linger briefly on Ya'ri, then dart to O'mohe again before settling back on the other bronzerider. A look for help? It's hard to say, as the klah arrives then and Mr'az has to turn his full attention back to the Weyrleader. He says little even with the mention of Threadfall, keeping his expression set under O'mohe's eyes focus on him, until what is implied and offer sinks in. Wait, what? Then the young bronzerider can only blink and his features twist into a mixture of baffled surprise and something akin to honored, which he quickly pushes down as he struggles to piece back his addled thoughts. At least when he speaks, his voice is level and calm. "And you are certain that there are no other," Pause. "seasoned riders to take the position? Not that I am doubting you, Sir or balking from the offer." More like challenge. "I am merely curious. But if it is best for the Weyr and you consider Zhirazoth and I capable of it, then I am not one to refuse."

Ya'ri stands briefly, the quietest of smiles on his face. He seems to approve the choice. "Well done.", he offers quietly. "'Congratulations' seems a little wrong, considering what we'll be facing soon — but I'd fly with you." He says easily, and then sits again, having a bite of stew as if that settles things just right.

O'mohe waits as you clearly digest this news. It is a bit out of the blue, the weyrleader hasn't been allt hat public about his thoughts unless he's dissaproved of anothers performance. When you are finished, he does a rare thing, laughing hearitly. "If I had any doubts they are no longer. Though you may have others with different perspectives I don't think you'll find any but myself with higher expectations. That's just the kind of wingleader I need. Strong, hoenst and unafraid to speak." at least as long as that line doesn't cross into insubordination or a challenge to his position. He lifts one of the rolled hides. "This is a list of riders who are in transition" read their previous leads are no longer in such a position. "I'll have your request for which you feel would best suit your new wing, well as soon as you are ready." which is likely a test in and of itself, but such is the world you've just stepped into.

Mr'az figures he wasn't to be in the best standings with the Weyrleader, for whatever reason. So the laugher has him starting a bit, only to break into a tentative smile that eases into something genuine and a quiet chuckle. "Point taken, Sir." He remains silent when O'mohe goes on to mention those qualities, simply nodding his head. No, there will be no insubordination for now. Nothing the Weyrleader has done, past or present, has warranted even the slightest thought of that. Reaching for the rolled hide, he takes it carefully in his hand, frowning thoughtfully as he settles back in his seat. "How long do I have to decide?" he asks, looking up again to the Weyrleader. Seems he's already raring to go! Or is that some of Zhirazoth seeping through? Movement catches his eye and Mr'az is turning again to glance to Ya'ri as the other bronzerider stands and again he is surprised and curious. "Thank you. Good to know I have one supporter to start," he says with a faint lopsided smile, sounding amused and yet it is genuine too.

Ya'ri chuckles at the thinning crowd in the cavern. "It may be you have more supporters than you think… it's just that they're asleep." He stands again, "Which, is where I should be, given the day I had." He nods to the Weyrleader and smiles at the new Wingleader. "You'll excuse me, I'll see to my dragon and then get some sleep." He slips out the door after clearing his place.

O'mohe takes in a ponderous breath, lightly drumming his fingers on the tabletop. "Soon, but not rushed. I'm not giving a firm date as I do want you to consider carefully. Each rider has their good and bad and balancing out that in a wing is important as well. I don't expect perfection from the start, as it make take a few folks in and out to strike just the right balance in those swift and those steady," among other traits not as easily balanced. "But sooner is better. Most have a hard time changing, so the sooner they are settled into their new routine, the better." and with that he gives a wave, clearly a dismissal and picks up his klah, returning to his other duties.

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