Logs:Of Potential
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| RL Date: 26 January, 2007 |
| Who: Rilsa, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 16, Month 9, Turn 10 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 15:11 on day 16, month 9, Turn 60, of the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn afternoon. Corineth bespoke Leiventh with « Greetings, Leiventh. My rider wishes to know if she can meet with yours in a moment? » Leiventh> I bespoke Corineth with « For yours, we will make time. Mine says he is on the Weyrleader's ledge. » Corineth bespoke Leiventh with « She comes. »
Rilsa comes up the steps from the bowl. Rilsa has arrived. Rilsa makes her way up the stairs, pausing as she reaches the flat area. Her gaze flickers across the ledge before alighting on R'hin. A slight smile appears on her lips even as she offers a greeting. "G'afternoon. Thank you for seeing me." It's a pleasant sort of afternoon for working out on the ledge; a faint breeze stirs the air but it's warm enough. R'hin's currently settled on the table, hides piled around him. K'son, one of the brownriders from his wing, is just standing up, collecting a few of the hides to take with him. "I'll catch up with you later," the brownrider murmurs, with a nod to Rilsa as he passes her, "Weyrsecond." R'hin flickers fingers after K'son, before pale eyes settle on Rilsa with a welcoming smile, rising to greet her. "Afternoon, Rilsa," he gestures towards a chair, "Anytime. Take a seat?" "Thank you." Rilsa says, sliding into the offered chair with a nod. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything important." Her nose wrinkles momentarily as she adds. "Though interruption from hidework is normally a pleasant activity..." An agreeable chuckle comes from the young bronzerider. "A welcome interruption," R'hin concedes, piling some of the hidework out of the way before settling back down in his seat. He runs a hand through his hair, before his attention shifts to Rilsa, expectantly. "Was there something on your mind? You don't usually--" he pauses, as if choosing his words carefully, "Seek me out." Rilsa laughs softly, her expression turning from polite to amused at the choice of words. "No, I suppose I haven't gone out of my way to seek you outside of regular duties. I am not avoiding you ..." Her voice trails off for a moment as her features take on a more solemn look. "I have been considering a change for some time now but I also don't want this to be taken as a reaction to any changes that have already happened ..." Nothing like starting off vaguely, is there. "Not avoiding me," R'hin agrees, a hint of blandness in his tone, "But I'm no S'rist." The words are spoken without rancour, just plain simple truth, hands spreading, palms upwards. The latter words earn a thoughtful furrowing of brow, the Weyrleader leaning forward slightly, "What sort of change?" Rilsa's lips curve into a smile at the words again. "No, you're not S'rist but I don't expect you to be, either." She replies, her head giving a slight shake. "Nor should you be." Her eyes move from the man to the various areas of the ledge before returning to gaze on him. "I have been a Weyrsecond for a long time and I have loved the work ... and the perks. However, I think it is time for me to step down from the position and give you the opportunity to put in someone you would prefer instead of having to deal with an inherited one." Another laugh escapes her as she adds. "You've been Weyrleader for a while now and the Weyr is still standing in more or less one piece so a transition at this time wouldn't be as difficult." Faint surprise creeps into R'hin's expression, though whether it's Rilsa's expectations or her resignation that prompts it - or both - isn't precisely clear. He leans back in his seat, still studying the woman, exhaling slowly. "I'll take that as a compliment," he finally says, of her latter words, a wry sort of smile twisting his lips. He doesn't attempt to dissuade her from stepping down, that much is obvious. Finally, all he says is: "Thank you, Rilsa. For... giving me a chance, at least. It's more than some have done, and I appreciate it. And I appreciate that you stayed around." His head tilts, studying her a moment, then, "You'll still lead the dragonhealer program?" "It was a compliment." Rilsa assures, quirking another smile before letting it fade away. Oddly enough, she speaks up without jest but with direct honesty, "Everyone deserves a chance, R'hin. What they do with it and if they can gain the respect and true loyalty from those that follow is altogether a different issue. You have a lot of potential ... I hope you don't fail us." Once that is said, her expression once again turns amused. "I'd like to lead the program still ... there aren't that many of us that can handle sick dragons and distraught riders without losing our minds." R'hin's gaze is level, tone lacking the bland humor one might expect him to have: "I hope I don't, either." Fingers smooth out an invisible wrinkle in his shirt, a hint of relief in his expression. "Good," he says, firmly. "No, there aren't many, but I'd like there to be more. Have many expressed an interest in learning?" "That's what he said too." Rilsa comments offhandedly before nodding her head. "Yes, we seem to have some interest. A handful are here just to make sure they know what to do with their own dragons but we have some that are interested in going further and taking on a dragonhealer role." R'hin's brow quirks briefly in surprise, but he lets the words pass by without further comment. "I'm glad to hear it. It's one of those things you always hope you never need, but at the same time, have to invest in, just in case," his tone is a little wry, hand passing across his eyes. Rilsa slowly nods, her brow arcing slightly at the words heard. "It is a worthwhile investment ... even during an Interval. Especially since our esteemed Acting Weyrwoman doesn't like our emergency procedures when we have a 'healer shortage." A soft snort escapes the woman before softening it with a smile. "Sometimes we have to work with the other Weyrs. After all, the dragons are what make us." The Weyrleader's head tips curiousily at her words, lips pursing. "Emergency procedures?" R'hin echoes, puzzled. The mention of other Weyrs receives a thin-lipped smile, somewhat reluctant, though he doesn't elaborate on his expression. Rilsa sighs softly, explaining, "If there are emergencies that are so overwhelming that we do not have enough healers with Capable experience, then we will have to expand our ranks during the crisis by using other than 'Reachian healers." "I can't really imagine an overwhelming emergency in an Interval that would require such drastic measures," R'hin says, musingly, "But I suppose it could happen. But, with your work," he gestures a hand towards the brownrider with a smile, "Hopefully that won't be a consideration." Rilsa nods again, then pauses before returning to the previous topic. "I'm sure you have people in mind to replace me so once you finalize your decision, I still will be happy to help you or them in any way to make the transition easier. Thanks for letting me continue on until I was ready ..." "Thank you, Rilsa," R'hin says, with a smile, adding, "Thanks for waiting until -I- was ready," he responds, a touch blandly. "And, I'll give it some thought, and talk with Sria." Rilsa reaches up to unpin the knot, holding it in her hand for a long moment almost fondly before offering it to the Weyrleader. "I hope the next person enjoys wearing it as much as I. Rather bittersweet ..." She admits. There's barely a pause before R'hin leans forward to collect the knot from Rilsa's hand, fingers brushing over it briefly before he tucks it away in a pocket. "They'll have fairly big shoes to fill. Just like I did." Rilsa chuckles. "You know, a woman can take that badly ... big feet, being called fat." She gets to her feet, extending her hand to the Weyrleader. "It has been a pleasure serving under you even briefly. I look forward to seeing what you are going to do." R'hin quickly spreads his hands, apology immediate in his demeanor, "Dainty, delicate feet, then. I confess-- I really haven't looked at your feet all that closely before," he does kind of lean forward as if to catch a glimpse, before straightening with a gleam to pale eyes. He rises as Rilsa does, reaching to take her hand in a firm shake. "It's been a pleasure working with you." The latter line earns a brief sort of grimace. "As is most of the Weyr, I'm sure. Thank you." Rilsa laughs, giving the Weyrleader an amused look before turning to head back down the stairs. "Ah, freedom from hidework at last." She tosses over her shoulder. "Have a good evening, R'hin." "Good evening--" R'hin breaks off, abruptly. There's a distinct sort of noise that sounds suspiciously like a groan, as the Weyrleader realizes his own hidework has just increased significantly. Rilsa walks down the flight of steps, towards the eastern bowl. Rilsa has left. |
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