Logs:The Weyrleader's Wing
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| RL Date: 19 July, 2013 |
| Who: N'ky, Sisha |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Sisha taps N'ky. He's pretty chuffed. |
| Where: Nighthearth |
| When: Day 3, Month 4, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'kon/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Sisha played by Leova. Thank you! :) |
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| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life. The nighthearth is as much a haven of tranquility as ever, even if the living caverns are more quiet given that the breakfast crowd has tapered off beyond a few very late brunching stragglers. Being practically empty, there's plenty of room for a long-legged recent weyrling graduate to stretch out with his feet up in one chair, boots lying down by the side, while he reclines in another with a mug of klah in one hand. N'ky has a map held up in the other, close enough for him to be able to peer closely - almost nose to hide close - at some specific features on what would appear to be a coastline. He seems pretty absorbed in whatever he's studying, so whatever's going on around him, or whoever may come and go, isn't something he's specifically paying attention to. Part of it might be the weather, a slow regular rain that never really pauses but also doesn't storm. Occasionally someone looks in before moving on. Once it's Kieri, Avalanche's wingsecond. Once it's an old uncle who stays long enough for a mug of klah to warm his bones. It's not long after he leaves that footsteps become audible once again. He might have forgotten something, there's purpose there, but these have a briskness that speaks of relative youth. They also stop not by the hearth, but to one side of N'ky, and there's Sisha standing there. Everyone's easy enough to block out, right up until the footsteps stop so close by. When they don't move, and he doesn't hear anyone sitting, N'ky raises a curious brown-eyed gaze from his map to see who it is and what they're doing - when he sees the Acting Weyrleader, he sits up straighter and to attention, feet dropping from their chair rest while the map he was poring over is set down. "Ma'am?" A quick glance around him turns up no-one else that he can see close enough to possibly be the greenrider's point of attention, and that makes his lopsided smile twitch a little anxiously. Sisha is smiling down at him, as one does when presented with young, coltish creatures. Beyond a congratulatory handshake at graduation, this may have been the closest he's come to the woman. "What have you got there?" the woman inquires of the younger greenrider, her nod indicating the hide and accompanied by an open hand. It certainly is the closest he's been, other than their brief exchange a few days earlier. N'ky seems encouraged by her smile though, and his own grows a little, both literally and in warmth as he exhales a breath he didn't even realise he was holding. Her question, though, makes him chew his bottom lip briefly, looking from her hand to his map, and then back again, before he almost reluctantly hands it over. It's a rough copy of a standard map of Southern's coastline, perhaps made by N'ky himself, with a couple of scribble notes, some plotted pathways across the area that's marked as open plains, and a few rings surrounding what appears to be nothing in the sea, not too far from the shore. "Your work, N'ky?" So Sisha does know his name. She looks the map over unhurriedly, yet without taking undue time, dark eyes tracing the pathways and reading the notes as well before handing it over. Also, "Have you enjoyed the past two days? It's been a long haul for all of you. How is your arm?" Sisha doesn't just know his name. "Yes ma'am," N'ky replies, uncertainty over how he should feel about having his map scrutinised so. He takes it back gently, rolling it up and setting it on the side of his chair; it promptly unrolls again, but he doesn't notice as his attention's on Sisha. "I've been k-keeping myself busy, ma'am, yes - I put the time to good use." Which might be why he's barely been seen around the Weyr since graduation. "A-and my arm's all better, thank you. Not a problem with it, at all." Up goes said arm, fingers wiggled to prove that it is, indeed, whole and working fine. "Um... th-thank you for asking," he tags on quickly, remembering his manners. "Everyone can use a breather now and again," Sisha says, warmth crinkling the fine skin about her eyes before she looks over the arm thus presented. "Although my next one may take a few months. The healers have given you a clean bill of health, but there is something to be said for seeing with my own eyes, even if looking for a few moments doesn't measure up to their own measurements of strength and mobility. So, N'ky. Are you and Cailluneth ready to fly with Avalanche?" N'ky's expression changes abruptly with the question posed to him - from a mild case of nerves to a wide-eyed 'whoa' of a look. He has to take a moment before he can get his words out properly, a couple of squashed false starts no doubt an attempt to keep his stutter under check, but when he eventually manages to say something, it's with a big, albeit surprised, smile. "Fly in your wing, ma'am? You want us in your wing?" "I want you in my wing," Sisha says, then chuckles. "I could say that I'm inviting you to fly in the Weyrleader's wing, N'ky, but we both know that that won't last forever. I don't want it to last forever. I have seen Cailluneth and you in the air, and have heard that you can work hard. Here." She has a wing badge for him, offered the way she had offered him the map, as though it belongs to him. Where N'ky hadn't really moved to take the map back, to receive the badge he stands up, sock-clad feet and all, peering wide-eyed down at it with a twitchy smile hitching up one corner of his mouth, causing a dimple to form in his cheek. He swallows hard before holding out a tentative hand to take the badge, inhaling sharply once he's got it in his grasp and continuing to stare down at it for a few long seconds. "Th-th-- thank you," he manages to stutter eventually, that grin growing even as it expands, flashing his too big front teeth. "I'd have you as Weyrleader f-forever, ma'am. You're the best one I've known." He runs the pad of his thumb over the badge, then curls his fingers over it. His. "Do I report to you tomorrow, ma'am?" Again Sisha chuckles, but she gives the other greenrider time to adjust, not moving to either calm him down or rev him up further. "I appreciate your faith in me, wingrider. This afternoon, be available to Kieri after she's done with sweeps, and she'll talk to you about our schedule and expectations," including continued tutoring. "Ask her what questions you have. After that, H'kon is to be looking out for you, so you can and should go to him as well. Do you have anything else now, N'ky?" "Kieri. Yes ma'am." That's tucked away for N'ky to remember, though his smile does fade a touch when it's H'kon who'll be keeping an eye on him. "Oh," is about all he can say to that, as he tries to force a little more energy back into his expression. "I'll, um, m-make sure not to have anything, um, frivolous around him," he adds quietly, with a shy little smirk to cap it off. "I, um... can't think of anything right now, ma'am, other than... why me and Cailluneth? You said you'd seen us fly and that we - I - can work hard, but how do you see us fitting into Avalanche?" "He may appreciate that, if he notices. It could even be that you will be good for him, N'ky. He, too, has experience in dealing with a headstrong dragon. As for fitting in," Sisha studies the wingrider's features. "You bring an energy that I dare say you may keep as time goes on, even when you aren't strictly a youth. Wings develop cycles as well, often several age out at once, but this time it's only J'saor who will be leaving us in a month for Sleet. You'll be taking his and Greinoth's place in formation. I think it will fit. In any case," she glances back at his map. "Enjoy the rest of your day, N'ky." It's flattery that causes N'ky's cheeks to flush rosily, and the young greenrider dips his head coyly. "I look forward to flying with you, ma'am." He grins up at her from beneath the curly thatch of his fringe, pleased as punch. "I will, ma'am. Thank you." |
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