Logs:Professional Considerations
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| RL Date: 27 June, 2014 |
| Who: Arekoth, G'laer, H'kon, Teisyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: G'laer wants to be an AWLM. H'kon has doubts. |
| Where: Deliciously Shadowed Nooks and Crannies Weyr (H'kon's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 2, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Y'rel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| The weyrleader's ledge is occupied by several dragons; that's likely why H'kon opted to host G'laer in his own weyr. He waits on the ledge alongside Arekoth for Teisyth's approach, breath condensing in the cold, no sign of prepared snacks nor other type of hospitality waiting in the weyr beyond. Maybe it's because he scheduled the meeting between lunch and supper. It maybe because he's H'kon. Teisyth's approach could hardly be missed if one were trying. Being the only dragon sailing along at an angle most others would find sickening for their riders has a way of being unique. She skids past the ledge once and pulls a relatively tight circle before coming to a landing. The landing is less than perfect, but still effective, even if she stumbles a few more steps than she probably ought. G'laer is swift to come out of the straps, looking no worse for the angle of flight. He's probably use to such things by now. G'laer wouldn't be G'laer if he expected snacks or even hospitality. He snaps a salute to the Wingsecond before approaching. "Thank you for meeting with us." He can manage good manners even without the hospitality it seems. Arekoth is pleased to see his wingmate, stretching his wings as she approaches, though he pulls back when she loops for a landing, making room. « Teisyth, » is a greeting that might be as much to enjoy the lower ranges of his mindvoice as to actually speak the green's name. H'kon waits through all this, unmoving, though he watches everything with the close attention of one who is well aware of his own fatigue - a fatigue that shows in the circles beneath his eyes, the deepening of lines in his face where muscles can't be bothered any longer to hold up his features. G'laer's thanks is greeted with a quick nod. A hand gestures toward the main weyr, the corner of the brownrider's mouth twitching in time. He's barely started to move inside when he asks, "What is your reason in asking for it?" « Arekoth! » Her excitement takes her usual alto into higher ranges, such that the 'Ar' of the brown's name squeaks. It's likely Teisyth doesn't even realize she's contrasting him so completely. Her attention is turned quite quickly from the brown to his ledge. Has she been here before? She can't remember. It's worth looking at all over again in any case. G'laer falls into step beside and a little behind his wingsecond, "I've interest in becoming an assistant with the weyrlings. It seemed appropriate to bring that to my wing before making any changes." Tonight, H'kon counts as 'the wing' it would seem. Upon entering the weyr proper, H'kon gestures toward his table, two chairs set, ready. There's a pitcher of water, one glass. Presumably, the wingsecond himself has no thirst needing addressing. "Assistant to the weyrlings," he repeats as he sits. G'laer is inspected for a moment, and then, flatly, "Do you think yourselves prepared for this?" On the ledge, Arekoth follows Teisyth with his eyes, head turning incrementally. « It's a good one. » « Yeah! » Teisyth is quick to enthusiastically agree, though that doesntop to her exploration. If she was one to think about privacy, she might think to ask permission before poking her head toward his sleeping space. "In short, perhaps," the greenrider answers as he sits, "but I think it's important to try if Weyrlingmaster Quinlys will have me. I believe I'm qualified to make the attempt." If he didn't think so, he likely wouldn't be broaching it, of course. "'Perhaps'," quotes H'kon back to him, "is not a certainty." His brow has developed its furrow, green eyes intent on his wingrider now. Arekoth is not so territorial as his rider, it would seem, watching Teisyth's inspection, but not attempting to block it, head tilted, amusement present in the glow of his mind. "Why is it important that you make this attempt, when you're not certain of your progress with your own dragon?" "Must one be certain of an outcome to undertake a task or set out upon a figurative journey?" G'laer answers the first with a slight cant to his head, the only sign beyond the brief pause that this response is thoughtful. "I don't know that I've met any pairs that do not have their own challenges, but ours, I think, are not the worst and may well benefit from learning to teach what we have learned." Maybe Teisyth won't even singe him again. She concludes her exploration by returning to Arekoth's side and pronouncing, « Thems some nice digs, » in her cheery, twangy alto as she may have done other times she can't remember anymore than she will this one in a couple days time. When G'laer answers the last, his tone is perhaps as serious as it's ever been (not that that's much of a stretch). "Preserving the knowledge of riders is one of the most important tasks left to us in these times," presumably he means a long Interval. "Record keeping alone is too hide-bound for my proclivities, and I have experience training men." If not dragons. All those words make the wingsecond frown. "I would think ability to fly in simple formation a prerequisite to teaching weyrlings to do the same. Least of all when you'd be accompanying them on simple flights." H'kon shifts his weight, takes a breath. "I do not mean this as insult. I mean to look at practicalities. It is not just men you would be training, and not just you doing the training. Have you considered this?" "She can only get better," G'laer hopes, "When exposed to drills that stress the importance of this. Weyrlingmaster Quinlys trained us, so she already knows where Teisyth's personal challenges are." Presumably if she wasn't comfortable with it, she wouldn't take him on. "Is it better that she learns that in a non-training wing?" He doesn't seem to take any of this as an insult, his tone is bland and it seems that he's simply engaging in the topic as a matter of discussion. "It's fortunate that it wouldn't be only me doing the training since I don't know how yet. I want to learn." "I was referring to your dragon," says the wingsecond, voice flat. Green eyes play over the other man for a moment, the corner of H'kon's mouth twitching just once throughout the thought process. "Yes," comes after much too long, "it is not a decision for me to make, though as your wingsecond I will be submitting my thoughts on your performance - successes and failures in this wing - to the Weyrlingmaster. But do not allow your bond to muddy your consideration. I would encourage you to think on this critically. There will be more clutches besides this one, and ample opportunity." A beat, a breath, "Be certain what reasons make you wish to pursue this, and be certain those are presented openly to Quinlys, if you do go ahead with this." It's not a ringing endorsement; the bit of a frown that follows could as much be further thought as troubled sentiments. "You don't think she's capable of teaching what she knows? Or is it what she does not know that concerns you?" G'laer questions, though not defensively. It's simply questions to round out his understanding of H'kon's concerns. "I am certain of why I want to do this, and for what it's worth, if I didn't think we couldn't do it well, I wouldn't be asking to do it." Obviously H'kon's concerns have not dissuaded the greenrider, even if he has been, for all appearances, listening thoughtfully. Teisyth's exuberance has dimmed a little, her bulk still now instead of fidgeting. « Arekoth, do you think I'd be a bad teacher for all them baby dragons? » She asks after some long moments of silence, concern etching her thoughts with drab colors that are a far cry from the usual vibrant ones. H'kon's hand lifts, fingers twitching as he speaks, one way, the other. "What she doesn't know is a concern to me, yes. Her wavering certainty also, perhaps more so." The hand comes to rest as his arms cross, fingertips resting on either bicep, a firm and final nod following. "You wished to bring this to the wing. You've done this. It is not a Pass, training has changed, and it will be Quinlys' decision more over ours. I will speak with Y'rel. One of us will speak with Quinlys, no doubt as will you." And he's to his feet. G'laer rises, though he doesn't immediately go despite this indication of dismissal. "Her wavering certainty can be attributed directly to you, Wingsecond. Your assessment of her included none of her strengths and only her weaknesses. You are someone she respects. If she is doubting herself, it is because you have made it so. She is sensitive, and that is only a bad thing to hard men." Of which he certainly can be counted as one. "But she will soon forget you have concerns, and that is for the best." This is stated quite firmly. "Permission to take our leave, sir?" His voice never raises, his eyes betray nothing, but probably something or someone is going to be broken after this. « Baby dragons learn from everything around them, » answers Arekoth, after a moment's thought. "You came to me to discuss an action you were set on taking, and one for which I do not believe you are yet ready. There is little point in my discussing what she is capable of; clearly you have taken this into consideration already." H'kon gives one short nod to clip those words. "If you go ahead with this, if Quinlys accepts you, I do hope that you both will meet any challenges that arise from it more solidly." It's all earnest; that last sounds even less frowny. "Dismissed," however, is all formal. There are things G'laer could say, but once dismissed, he says none. Teisyth, too, becomes uncharacteristically silent and withdrawn. The greenrider salutes crisply and moves to the ledge where he mounts efficiently and buckles himself in before the green drops off the ledge and is winging away. |
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