Logs:Weyrleader and Records Keeper
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| RL Date: 19 July, 2015 |
| Who: E'dre, Celestra |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'dre seeks out Celestra to ask her to do some snooping - er, research! |
| Where: Records Room, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 4, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Tentative IC date |
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| The quiet hubbub within the Records Room might be a slightly different scene from the norm. The persistent rain outside prevents any and all from leaving the confines of the indoors. Where one place is too crowded, some will find refuge elsewhere. And today, it seems as though the Records is the place to be. Hushes voices fill the little alcoves, some with books, some without. Celestra is at least, a staple, seated behind the duty desk, spectacles placed just so on the bridge of her nose. A book off to one side, and a hide before her, pen moving rapidly across it's page. The cabinet behind her is left open, also an unusual sight, though done so strategically for the amount of bodies in the room. E'dre enters the records with a puprposeful stride. He glances around and notes the amount of bodies present with a surprised tilt of his brows upwards. He shakes his head and brushes his hand briefly through his hair as he makes his way all the way inside. He continues walking along, looking for a specific harper as he moves. He stops when he comes upon Celestra and smiles as he clears his throat. "Ahh..," he gives a glance to the work in front of her, "I suppose I picked a bad time to track you down? Are you very busy at the moment?" The sound of a throat clearing causes the pen to stop, blue eyes flicking upwards to peer at the source before Celestra's chin tilts upwards to see a familiar face. A small smile spreads across her lips and the pen is placed down on the desk. "Oh, this? No, nothing that I need to rush through." the young Harper replies, removing her spectacles as she does so. To emphasize, she closes the book, picks up the small stack of hides in front of her and then places them on top before giving the Weyrleader her full attention. "How may I be of assistance?" "You told me that you were interested in the records that some may not find interest in," E'dre begins, sliding into a chair opposite her. He settles his hands on the table in front of him and steeples his fingers together. "I wanted you to dig for one such record. I need information.. or I should say I want information on.. how this Weyr functioned with the Holds in Intervals before. How much was shared between the Hold and Weyr, if the partnership was equal or not..," he shakes his head, frowning for a moment at his hands and then looking up at Celestra. "I'm tired of digging through the records in the Weyrleader's office. There isn't much there aside from the basics.. I want information from.. people who weren't in charge." Slender fingers clasp together, eyes observant as Celestra watches E'dre take the seat in front of her. His first sentence causes her head to tilt slightly to one side, expression curious, though she says nothing as she listens. "Ah. I see." She says finally, after a brief moment of thought. Her gaze shifts off to one side before moving back to meet his. "I do believe I may know where to find that. It may take me a few days however." A pause. "From what I remember... from one of the records I have read, most partnerships between Hold and Weyr were never quite equal. There is usually a bias towards the Weyr side, though the Holds were also apt to withhold information." "Bias in terms of being kind to our consideration of the Holds?" E'dre queries, leaning back in the chair as he relaxes his posture. "Ah, withhold information," he drawls, shaking his head. "Meaning, they've been known to hide their records from the Weyr." He scrubs his face briefly and sighs. "Do you have time for such a task?" he glances back to her work as he settles his hand on the table once more. "I realize you are a busy woman." Celestra shakes her head slowly at E'dre's question. "No, not exactly. From what I read, it was more of a bias in terms of authority." Her hands unclasp as she, too, leans back in her seat, relaxing just a tad. One hand moves to rub at her chin thoughtfully, a somewhat rueful smile on her lips when he sighs. "Yes. As I'm sure you're aware, Holders, especially blooded ones, can be especially proud." But does that give them the right to hide their records? Well... "Of course. Like I'd mentioned, it should only take me a few days. I have a general idea of where it might be. This," A wave at her recently abandoned work, "Is just something to do while on duty. Nothing of major import." "I see," E'dre notes with a small nod. "Well.., maybe if needed, I can ask you to go to Fort Hold and maybe Ruatha to learn what you might from their records. In an- ah- purely educational place? Perhaps you are drafting a book on the history of Weyr and Hold relations." He shrugs, splaying his fingers on the table, "The excuse is for you to find. Let's see what you can find here, though." He draws his thumb and forefinger along his jawline as he looks at her work once more. "Do you ever find such things tedious and boring?" He looks up her with a crooked grin, "I don't mean that to be rude I'm just.. generally curious." The smile on Celestra's lips spread wider at his suggestion. "A possibility. I would not object to doing it. And your example of an excuse is a decent one. I may just use that in the event I should have to go." A brief nod. "Shall I come find you when I find it?" A quick inquiry before her gaze flickers to her work. The crooked grin is met with a soft laugh. "On the occasion. Most of the time, it is work I enjoy, otherwise I wouldn't have specialized in archives and instead went for teaching or singing. Not that I haven't done either but..." So many paths she could've chosen to stick to. "I might ask the same of your position. "Though from what I understand, Weyr leadership is not always a choice." "Do you ever sing with M'vyn? The Weyrlingmaster, Ebeny, has been singing with him lately. I hear he's decent enough to work with," E'dre replies, shaking his head at an errant thought and a murmured, "in that capacity, at least." He lifts his brows and considers Celestra for a moment. "Had Wroth been bronze, perhaps I would've always anticipated the possibility of being a Weyrleader. As it stands now, well... I'm doing my duty by the Weyr. I've been Weyrsecond long enough now that this isn't the first time I've taken on the knot. I hope," he shakes his head and rubs at the back of his neck with a grin. "Well. I hope I do a decent enough job of it now that I'm here." "No, I haven't had the pleasure. It has been a while since I've sung, to be honest. I'm afraid I'd be rusty even if and when I get the chance." is Celestra's response to the former, eyes drifting away for a brief moment once more. For the latter, a nod. "I see." Her gaze shifts back to meet his dark one. "From what I've heard, at least, you have been." Doing a decent job. And there's a reassuring smile for him as well. "I'm sure there's a lot of responsibilities on your shoulder, though I could hardly imagine the stress that must come along with it." E'dre considers Celestra with a rueful tilt to his smile. "You're too easy to talk to. I could see myself spilling all my insecurities and frustrations at your feet. You perhaps missed a calling as a mindhealer," he teases her, shaking his head. "I thank you for saying I'm doing a fair job. There's been the strike, and the wings not so pleased with their turn in helping, or their new positions." He shrugs. "But at least I'm not screaming and being a prick." He fingercombs his hair. "Rusty or not, if you wanted to, I'm sure we'd all enjoy hearing your voice." Celestra chuckles at the teasing, "I'm glad for it, at least. I'm always an open ear for anyone needing one." Or a helping hand. She's apparently many things, these days. Her expression does turn somewhat more somber at the mention of the strikes. "Ah, yes. There was that." The corners of her lips turn downward ever so slightly. She certainly remembered seeing the wingriders out and about, doing what normal weyrfolk usually did, and grumbling about it. She, too, had contributed by doing extra work, of course. A shrug, "In retrospect, I am inclined to believe that there would be much more displeasure had they not helped, unwilling or not." Her fingers clasp together once more, though this time in her lap as she smiles again. "When the time comes, I'll make sure to not disappoint." "Well, I won't keep you from your work any longer. Send word to me when you've uncovered anything of interest and we can have another little meeting, if it suits you," E'dre drawls as he pushes the chair back and stands. He offers her a smile, "I do hope to hear you sing, or find you outside of these rooms one day. Perhaps we can have our next meeting over a glass of wine? I'll supply the finest I can find - or buy, since our stores aren't what they used to be." He gives her a playful bow and a wink before he turns and strides out of the room. |
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