Logs:Budgets
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| RL Date: 29 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edric |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: A budget is complete; another is considered. |
| Where: Edric's Quarters, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clear. Cool. |
| Mentions: Erinta/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, Paislie/Mentions |
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On the small side as private, residential quarters go, it serves
primarily as something functional, rather than luxurious. The main room is
small, but suitable for a couple of people to gather comfortably in. A
brazier occupies one corner, along with all the preparations for tea or
klah. A square table and a pair of matching chairs are situated in the
middle of the room, atop a clean but battered rug. A comfortable, if
well-worn, sofa resides along one wall. Hooks in the wall to the left of
the door serve as a makeshift coatrack, while a basket below is meant to
hold shoes - either of the resident or visitors.
The second room is only slightly larger - and that is purposeful. A
plain wooden desk occupies one wall, braced on either side by a series of
shelves hewn into the stone. Those shelves are filled with files and
notebooks at present, with everything neatly labeled. More files and
paperwork cover the desk, but everything is organized, rather than pure
chaos. A small bed is pressed against the other wall, with a bland
coverlet and a single pillow. The trunk at the foot of the bed is open,
but the only contents are a pair of pillows - one red and one blue. A
wardrobe exists somewhere in that space and ostensibly contains clothing -
but, considering the barely lived-in feel of the quarters, it's not likely
there's much to find. Another rider pair lost. For Edric, it was just another statistic. Another number and name to note; two less pairs of mouths to account for. One more weyr to inventory and clean out. He didn't know the weyrling personally; didn't care to. Her relationship to the missing goldrider was a thing of note, but only barely. A thought went, briefly, to scouring the weyr for information. That thought was discarded of quickly. If there was anything to be found, it would be useless - and possibly too tainted with emotional weight to be of any real benefit. He pursed his lips and sat back in his chair, fingers splayed to either side of the stack of ledgers before him. So close. So terribly close. Three months to the day of his hiring; half of his contract done - and he'd finished what he set out to do. It would be a painfully conservative budget. He knew that much. How would they feel about truncated stipends and diet lacking in diversity? In being forced to use what was already there, instead of having the luxury of requesting something else? He shook his head, closed the last ledger, and collected his thoughts to start writing up the proposed budget a final time. Three copies. One for him, one for Erinta, and one for Hattie - the last as a courtesy. Notarized. Sealed. Set aside. Edric canted a glance back to where his pair of firelizards coiled on their respective pillows. He sucked his teeth and ticked off the days in his head. A sevenday. Maybe two. Callousness was nothing if not punctual in her flights; Competence nothing less than his name when it came to catching her. He'd have to make sure he was back at Black Cliff by then. Edric leaned to retrieve another ledger from his personal collection. He skimmed the names, put tick marks by a few, question marks by others. Dates were marked - estimates, all of them, but they were very well-educated estimates. Such a pity, he thought, that the larger ones aren't always so predictable. He took up two of the copies and summoned a runner - but only for the one to give to Hattie. The other was his burden to take to Erinta. And so he did. |
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