Kira
Cerulean Weyr Staff
Evil Mod of DOOM!!!!!
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Post by Kira on Sept 11, 2010 1:26:39 GMT -5
Who: V'taph and hopefully the Weyrleaders. (And anyone else who cares to butt in!) What: V'taph wants to meet his Weyrleader...and offer his services if needed. When: Late Evening. Where: Weyrleaders' offices. Warnings: None, as yet.
V'taph had just gotten the last of his and Veneth's things stored in their new weyr, and now it was time to go hunt down his new Weyrleader. It would be useful to know who he was by more than a name, and he wanted to get assigned to a fighting wing as quickly as possible. There was also the question of if his services as a Harper would be required for any upcoming events or...teaching. No one would say that he didn't serve his Weyr, after all.
Plus, he was curious about the man - as well as the resident Weyrwoman - and was looking forward to a chat with them. He'd been good friends with his previous Weyrleaders for almost twenty-seven years, and while he wasn't sure he'd forge the same bonds he wasn't averse to trying. And if they struck him as stolid enough people, he might even offer what he could of his other Harper services. Maybe. ...He was supposed to be retired, after all.
And that was how he found himself winding his way down to the offices that the Weyrleaders kept. He'd had Veneth contact bronze Gareth to make sure that K'roi would be expecting him at some point that evening, so he was fairly certain he would find the man there. Walking up to the appropriately labeled door, he gave a firm rap of his knuckles.
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Rouxy
Cerulean Weyr Staff
Rouxy of the Jungle
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Post by Rouxy on Sept 14, 2010 20:19:51 GMT -5
Paperwork, the bane of every leader's existence. A whole stack of papers could take hours to go through. Unfortunately for one very busy Weyrleader, there were several stacks of paper on his desk. Samhara was with Trith, keeping the glowing gold company. She was so close to rising, K'roi practically sat on the edge of relocating to Honshu for the next sevenday just to keep Gareth away. The bronze wasn't happy about his bonded's determination to be away from the Weyr when -his- gold beauty would be rising. There were no other bronzes good enough for her, and only Gareth would be capable of creating the strongest and largest clutch for Cerulean. Or so he thought, as any bronze would.
K'roi shuffled through his most current set of papers, graphs of food requirements for the winter and the amount of food coming in from the surrounding holds. They'd need more foraging parties for the remainder of the winter months, as they couldn't ask for more than the winter bereaved holds could give. Jotting down a few notes for creation of foraging parties, the bronzerider shuffled the papers aside as completed, pulling another set forward.
A brief knock at the door heralded one of the handful of expected visitors that had claimed part of his evening time. Pushing away from the desk, K'roi made for the door without haste, his booted steps soft on the floor. He was a little on the casual side, with his shirt partially unbuttoned and his flight vest thrown over a nearby chair, but his hair was tied back and he looked presentable enough.
Reaching the door, he opened it to admit a rider -brown from his 'knots. This must be V'taph. His brown, Veneth, had contacted Gareth earlier that day about a meeting. "Greetings, come in, please." Ushering the other rider inside, K'roi gestured towards a pair of chairs with a table between, chilled fruit juice in a decanter with a couple of cups for serving.
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