Logs:Good Reasons
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| RL Date: 21 September, 2014 |
| Who: D'shal, Ebeny |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: In which motivations of a possible assistant are sussed out. Or, D'shal runs for Mr. Congeniality |
| Where: Weyrlingmaster's Office, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 11, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aislara/Mentions, Reesa/Mentions, Vash/Mentions |
| It's one of those perfect days for being out doors, when bright sun makes up for the dropping temperatures that foretell winter's approach. After lunching hour means there is plenty of activity in the bowl so the wandering wings of a new-faced bronze are perhaps not particularly notable. He lands in the stretching shadow near the weyrling barracks, letting his rider slide free before stretching and padding over to inspect the cavern's entrance with an idle air. D'shal is somewhat more direct, heading with a straighter path into the barracks after wandering a silent few paces with Kuquuth. His boot steps probably echo, telling of how he takes in the layout of Fort's space, but it's not so long before he finds the office's door. He leans into the portal, anchored by the stretch of an arm braced against stone. "H'lo?" He doesn't find the desk straight away, as his study of the room comes across the nearby table first. Both of the doors that lead into the office are open, both that which connects it to the barracks and the one that links it to the weyr that that Ebeny shares with the Weyrsecond and their children, some of the latter of which are making their presence known. The chatter of toddlers' voices is easily heard, drifting through from the weyr, and it takes a moment or more for the Weyrlingmaster to stick her head around the frame of the door and peer into the office. She's immediately mimicked by two very young, identical girls with the same dark hair as their mother, and she shushes them to greet D'shal with a quick once-over from muddy-green eyes and, "Hello." Ben blinks, then remarks, "Bit old to be one of mine, aren't you?" with a lopsided smile. "Give me a second and I'll be right with you." Toddlers need herding. The chatter brings the bronzerider's awareness to the weyr-linked entry and sets his expression softly slack. D'shal is stepping into the open frame of the barracks-ward door by the time the dark haired trio appear. It's the matched pair that claim his attention longest. "A bit," is his dry agreement over his age. A smirk shadows briefly across his face as he looks back up to Ebeny. He studies her features more closely a moment before jerking a nod. "Yeah. No rush." His flight cap and gloves are already stashed in bulging cargo pockets, but he makes himself more comfortable by undoing another button of his jacket as his exploration of the room leads him towards the shelves. A second turns out to be closer to two or three minutes, but the chatter soon dies down to something quieter as the twins are given something or other to occupy them, their play arranged to be near to the door so that they're not left completely without anyone watching them. Ben leaves said door open as she walks back into the office and sits herself down in the seat at 'her' side of the desk, D'shal given further, more obviously curious study in the seconds that tick by before she speaks. "I doubt you're in need of a lesson or anything like that, so what brings you here? I know I've not taught you, or flown with you - yet - so I guess you must be new?" Minutes give D'shal time to poke his curiosity about the shelf and head back to take in the blackboard. He's wandering over to nudge a toe at a leg of the cot when Ebeny makes her way in to claim the desk. His head starts shaking as he turns, eyes roving unhurriedly while a canted smile fits shallowly on his mouth. "Wanted t'see how you've got things set up," is the start of his reasoning. He relaxes knuckles to his waist as he looks across the room towards Ebeny. "You're the Weyrlingmaster? I'm D'shal, just swapped here from Benden. Worked with the kids there." Kids being weyrlings, though the word also draws a flick of a look towards where her twins play beyond the door. "It's a whole new complex," Ben declares, not defensive, but something like proud and matter of fact at the same time. "Separate caverns for different clutches, staff room, classrooms, sunroom... More space than we'll need in our lifetimes, but it's useful for when there are two classes at once. Built out of necessity, given the fate of the last barracks, but doesn't mean that we can't be pleased with the new build." She runs a hand along the edge of the desk, then lets both hands fall into her lap. "Ebeny, green Laurienth's. Pleased to meet you. I guess you're looking to continue that then, if you're here. That, or your look around is to see whether you /want/ to." The study with which D'shal listens comes at a slant. An intensity of focus lurks beneath the neutral cast of his features while she speaks of the prior facility's fate. It's broken by the tick of a brief smile as Ebeny makes her speculations in regards to him. "Something like that," seems suitably imprecise. The set of his fists slip as he angles more directly across the room to head for one of the two guest chairs. "Sunroom," carries a touch of incredulity that rumples his brow. "And this's the staff room?" A hand reaches to drag one of the chairs out a few inches by its back, though he doesn't round it just yet. "Weyrlings can see out and not feel so confined as they might, and their dragons can enjoy the warmth, when the weather's right. It's proved calming so far. An escape without any actual escaping going on." As for the staffroom, Ben is quick to shake her head on that subject. "The staffroom is between the two barracks caverns. It's a space for the assistants and junior assistants in training, since they have work of their own to complete. This is my office." Her lips pull to one side as considers D'shal for a moment longer, then admits, "Truth be told, I could use another male assistant, but what I'm not up for is someone who spends their time insisting that time served makes them superior to their colleagues." "Huh," is what D'shal has to say for the sunroom, the shift of his eyes seeing it through the Weyrlingmaster's words. The shake of her head bids him leave it and attend to the distinction of two types of assistants. While she considers him, the sway of his weight shifts him around to in front of the chair. Her truth slows the habituated gathering jerk his hands make at the thighs of his heavy trousers. A frown folds across his features as he lowers himself to a seat and persists while he takes his time in settling. "I think," a fingertip flicks brusquely at the inner corner of one eye, "insistence of superiority is a waste of anyone's time." His elbows find a wide set, hands falling to link between his casually spread knees. It leans his weight slightly towards Ebeny as he slants a look across at her. "That why you've mostly greenriding assistants?" he's led to wonder. Ben gives the tiniest shake of her head. "They happened to be the ones who showed aptitude and /wanted/ to be trained. It's unfortunate that the men or 'higher' ranking riders who've tried haven't been able to go the distance." For all it's stated rather flatly, the spread of the greenrider's hands suggests genuine disappointment. "But if you're committed, maybe you can be one of the ones to break the cycle," she considers, giving a shallow shrug of her shoulders. "We've got /some/ time to get to know each other before there's anyone to train, which I suppose is a good thing, since I'm not entirely comfortable with the idea of someone I've just met starting work with the weyrlings. I doubt we do things exactly as you're used to." D'shal hums out a low speculative note for her disappointing experiences, his mouth twisting faintly at one edge. "Maybe," is his curt capitulation to his potential for record-breaking. As for the good made possible by having time, it pulls a wry smile back onto his features. "Think we might still have a new trick or two in us," is his reply to being unused to the way things are done at Fort. "I work for things, don't expect to be given 'em. Like your trust." His shoulders skiff upwards as his posture relaxes back a fraction, a dodge of his gaze checking on the door to her weyr. "Part of your job t'make sure the weyrlings get in good hands. Kuquuth can relay who might have something t'say at Benden or Honshu, if you want. Or y'want me to start by showing I can mop out a wallow, that's fine too." Not like he looks like he expects to hop and do that /right now/. "If you wouldn't find it particularly rude of me, I'd consider visiting Honshu and Benden myself, to talk with some of your old colleagues," Ben proposes, turning it into a question and not an assumption with the subtle arch of one eyebrow. "Written correspondence can be a bit dry. And, well, if it were Laurienth handling communications, she does tend to put her own slant on things." Wry, that, with a glance back towards her weyr, where the green herself might be the one preventing the twins from escaping through the mouth of the cavern and out into the bowl. "I'm worried less about practical skills and more about personality. Fit. Most people can clean out a wallow. But then, most people likely wouldn't offer to, either." She leans back a little in her seat, stretching her arms out before her. "Aislara, Reesa and Vash are those who've worked with the most recent clutches. You might want to seek them out for a chat too." "Knock yourself out," D'shal invites the visits with a more casual stretch of smile, though the comment on Laurienth sparks a trace of curiosity at the edge of his gaze. Nods meet Ebeny's further explanations, a cynical twist of knowing slanting onto his features at the judged unlikeliness of his offer. "Aislara. Reesa. Vash." He repeats the assistant's names in a dutiful attempt to commit them to memory. "Sure. Thanks." It may come simply and without much fuss, but there's a depth of awareness to his gratitude measured in the way he holds to green eyes. "I didn't leave on bad terms," may explain his lack of worry. "My son's mother is with the vintnercraft. She went to the Hall, now to Gar." A foot scrapes, heel propping against the chair's leg as he twists a more deliberate look in the direction the twins are playing under the green's watch. "Allek's six." "I don't expect that you did, or you wouldn't be after the knot again," Ben replies, the beginnings of a smile tugging at her lips. "Or at least /I/ wouldn't have the guts to ask for another chance so soon." But perhaps that's just her, considered with another twitch of her shoulders. "...And to be close to the people who mean something to you is one of the best reasons for transferring, I'd say," she adds more quietly, with a glance down into her lap. "Whether or not it seems like it at the time. One of my girls is just younger than your boy." She dwells on that for a moment or two more, then pushes to her feet. "Give it between now and near enough when the eggs'll hatch," those as yet not arrived eggs, "and I think we'll be fine, you and me." "Some people," might be a dark mumble, but there's a smile forming in profile to go along with hers over the type of nerve such a thing might take. It modifies instead of disappearing when Ebeny's words go quiet. His 'yeah' is soft too, barely an audible crack of low voice on his breath. The hazel gaze tips back towards the greenrider to observe the end of her dwell. D'shal lags behind her rising, leisurely as he stretches his palms out over his knees before shoving up to stand. Maybe part of the quirk of his smile is for having to look /up/ as he meets the Weyrlingmaster's assessment with a nod. "Guess we'll see," makes his easygoing agreement. "Ebeny." His shoulders tip with the offer of a mit out across the broad desk. "Have a good afternoon?" "D'shal." It's polite, but his quirk of a smile brings out one from her too, like she knows in that instant just why he's smiling and is well used to it by now. A bob of her head and the clasp of her hand follows, accompanied by, "You too. You're welcome to have a look around the complex before you go." And all caverns but the staff room and her office will be accessible. That invitation extended, she turns to go back to herding children, who have thankfully come to no harm in the meantime. |
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