November 10, 2002
R'hyn and Serriena share breakfast after the flight.

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The promised breakfast is brought to her weyr, Serriena bringing it in after leaving R'hyn for so long. She sets it on her desk and then turns to him grinning with a secret. "I've got some good news."

R'hyn sits on the very edge of his chair, hands pressed towards his knees as if he's terrified that he's not in the right place - or about to mess something up. "You have?"

"Yes, one of the riders did make a mistake." Serriena picks up one plate, serving it to you, and then serving herself the other. She sets across her desk. "Following the flight I have sources who have told me they saw that one rider, the one ...with the .." she falters and then says, "well I think he had cold blue eyes." She shivers. "He looked so cold...like he didn't care about anything." She shakes her head, shaking the feeling off. "He spoke to a man outside the cavern.. seemed furious at him it was said."

R'hyn leans forward, though this points him in an even more precarious position, especially with the plate he accepts, and sets down upon his lap. "Then that's our man, you think?" he queries, in a very soft voice, regarding Serriena with both eyes wide.

"Mmhmm," Serriena nods. "I was given a description of him. We can look around the weyr. He won't have gone far, probably still spying here." She looks really smug and forks her food with a grin of triumph. "We'll catch him, and with he and the assasin, we'll have our proof."

R'hyn finally picks up his fork, pushing his food around rather than eating it. "We will," he agrees, though with less confidence than Serriena. "I mean, I hope so. It shouldn't be too hard... right?"

Serriena shakes her head. She comes back from the dream of catching the guy, to the reality of a bronzerider pushing food around his plate. "R'hyn?" Her voice quiets as she looks at you, "Are you alright my friend?"

R'hyn's smile is bland, and, finally, he manages to push a mouthful towards his mouth. "As much as I can be," he says, in an attempt to be jovial. "I'm sorry. I'll be fine. It's all still a bit much, is all."

"I know," Serriena looks pained, "This should not be happening. Weyrleadership is not supposed to be so trying the very first day after." She bites her lip, as if making a decision in her mind. "R'hyn," she puts her fork down, lacing her fingers together, seriously. "If you do not desire to be Weyrleader, you are welcome to step down and have a Weyrsecond step up for you." She goes quiet, "The only thing I fear is that Fort would attempt to take us over again and the Weyr Council may frown upon Ista's ever-changing leadership."

R'hyn shakes his head, quickly. He's still chewing, but as soon as he's swallowed, he shakes his head again. "I can't do that. I don't want it, Serriena, and I never did, but we do not to at least appear to be a cohesive unit. You're right - the Weyr Council wouldn't approve."

"I'm glad we agree on that," Serriena says softly. "I may not know much, but I know my duty to the weyrs as her weyrwoman. And right now my duty is to prove our unity to the Weyr Council, Niaryth's competence as well as Priane's insanity and chaos." She looks at her food. "And suddenly I'm not hungry... I wonder why." Sarcasm lingers in her voice.

R'hyn glances down at his own food, somewhat less than hungry himself - though perhaps that's been the case throughout the meal. "You've been a Junior Weyrwoman for-- how many turns? Five or six? You have that experience to back you up, and Llilian's words of wisdom. You can do that. And I-- well, I'll try." He flushes.

"Six almost seven." Serriena says, "And you were a Wingleader for part of your eight years with Arisvath. You have the knowledge." She smiles. "The Weyrleader is simply... " she picks a phrase, "A very huge Wingleader." As in all wings of Ista Weyr.

R'hyn's smile is somewhat more wry than anything, as he admits, "I don't know if I was such a good Wingleader. It was only for a turn. But-- perhaps you're right."

"I think you will be. It takes a knowledgeable Weyrleader to select a Wingleader." She has confidence. "And besides, Arisvath knows what he is doing. I know he has faith in you, in myself and in Niaryth. As does she or she would not have selected Arisvath." There's a bluff for Serri. Niaryth did have too much personal preference there. "But that's neither here nor there right now." She grins. "I want you to sit back a moment, and relax!" She points, "You look so down in the mouth I shall have to come over there and tickle you into a smile."

"Don't do that!" warms R'hyn, far more cheerful. "I might upset my breakfast accidentally onto the floor, and make a mess." His head is inclined forwards into a far more serious nod, voice dry, "I guess we'll see what we can do. Arisvath sure does seem confident about it all." His eyes roll. "I guess he's just like that, though."

Serriena nods. "Alright well stop looking so down. It's not the end of Pern." She grins. "You'll do fine, we have plenty of tutors, me, Llilian, Shiae and even Mechelle." She puts her plate back on the tray and then says, "But first I think you should go rest in your weyr. I'm going to make some plans to capture our little traitor."

R'hyn smiles quietly. "Not to mention A'son, I suppose, and probably much of the rest of the weyr. Thanks, Serri." He nods, standing, and puts his plate down. "All right. I, uh, well, I guess I'll be seeing you soon."

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