December 12, 2004
R'hyn and T'ren meet to discuss business.

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Dragon> Arisvath senses that Tallerith idly prods, << Mine is wondering if your's is ready for that meeting? >>

Dragon> Tallerith senses that Arisvath is sleepy, but sincere, and responds in an affirmative, tacking on at the end, << Where would they like to meet? >>

Dragon> Tallerith bespoke Arisvath with << Mine is not picky on the where. He is...>> There is a jumbled flood of colors and emotions, << ... and just wants to speak to yours. >>

Dragon> Tallerith senses that Arisvath accepts this, calmly. << Fair. R'hyn is at home - send him there. >>

T'ren enters from the anteroom.

R'hyn is curled up on the long sofa that lines one wall of this monstrosity of a weyr, a bound book of hides on his lap. If he's working, he's working on something more fun, because he looks distinctly relaxed and satisfied with himself.

T'ren comes wandering into the weyr, brow arching as he takes in the size and decorative scheme. If he were the sort to do so, he'd probably let out a low whistle of appreciation, as it is he just sort of blinks and shakes his head. "Sir? Arisvath said I could meet you here." He's carrying a small pile of hides and looks a might uncomfortable.

R'hyn glances up, a little surprised - apparently someone didn't pass the message on - but nods nonetheless, setting down his own book and turning upon the couch so that he's sitting upright, feet upon the ground. "Of course, T'ren," he says, indicating the table, which is already covered with hides. "Clear a space there, will you? We'll sit. Make yourself at home." R'hyn, clearly, is not especially tidy.

The clutter doesn't seem to phase T'ren too much, possibly he's used to it. He just gives a nod and moves to the table. A few minutes are spent clearing space and then he settles into one of the chairs. "Sorry if I caught you at a bad time." He glances towards the bronze dragon, brow slightly furrowed before he turns his attention back to the weyrleader. "Figured we should get started on things. I'm... well, to be honest, sir, I'm being asked a lot of questions that I don't have answers to."

"No need to apologise," R'hyn assures the Weyrsecond, after standing and moving to assist with the table-clearing. He sinks into a chair at much the same time as T'ren, and adds, "Arisvath has no problem forgetting to tell me when I'm not working; says it's part of my job, or something." He has a fond glance for the bronze, then, more business like, nods. "Yes - of course. You're right. I'm sorry."

T'ren shuffles his own hides, more for something to fidget with than anything else. R'hyn gets a half smile for the attitude of his dragon and then T'ren clears his throat slightly. "I've been going over some of the threadfall reports. I'm concerned with D'baur and P'til. Their injuries are going up instead of coming down. Both of them have had one or more fatalities in the last couple falls..." he trails off and then shrugs slightly. "Might be time to contemplate letting their 'seconds take over the wings."

R'hyn listens, nose wrinkling, but nods, finally, as T'ren explains. "I don't suppose you're wrong there, either. Their seconds - shards, no, I don't know them off of the top of my head. They're good, solid choices? Mind you," he adds, shutting his eyes as he tilts his head up to think, "I'd probably give both Wingleaders a warning, first. You've got another couple of falls to shape up, else it's time to let someone else take over. Or is it time for action, do you think?"

"D'baur's getting old, sir. He's been running that wing for," T'ren narrows his eyes as he glances ceilingwards trying to remember, "at least the past eight turns now. He's stubborn and just doesn't know when to let go." His gaze comes back down to settle on R'hyn and he gives a curt nod. "Warning may work. P'til, at least, may shape up." He thumbs the hides again and then just folds his hands together overtop of them.

R'hyn gives a short, sharp nod. "Then we talk to both of them. D'baur, with the intent of convincing him to stand down - or at least making him think about it. P'til, so that we can try and convince him to shape up. If he doesn't, then his Wingsecond can take over, too." He has a half-smile, at that, to note, "Of course, these things never do work out the way one thinks they will."

T'ren dips his head slightly in agreement, "That they don't." He fidgets a little more and then sighs quietly. "I know you wanted to talk 'bout the weyrlingmaster situation, but... can it wait a little longer? I need to get something on the table first."

R'hyn blinks openly, but nods. "Of course, T'ren. Bring up whatever you like - we've time. Clearly, it's important." Biting his lip, he looks honestly concerned, and straightens his posture as if it will make a difference. "Spill."

T'ren studies his hands for a moment, spreading the fingers out over the hides. Finally he takes a deep breath in and just starts. "I don't know how many of the residents you're familiar with here, sir. And this sort of pertains to the weyrlingmaster post, in a round about way." He stops and shakes his head, trying to find a concise way to explain the situation. He taps one finger idly and then looks across the table, "There's an archivist here by the name of Trusilwyn. She's known for having very strong opinions on things that, really, she shouldn't be concerning herself with. She's not fond of you at all... to the point that she's actually trying to convince people into... ousting you."

R'hyn's voice is distinctly cool, "I know Trusilwyn, yes." Surprise, however, is clearly visible upon his face, at the lengths said Archivist is going to, and, rubbing his eyes, he sighs. "I really shouldn't be surprised at that; her vehemence is... unnerving. But how does that relate to the Weyrlingmaster position?"

"C'daer." T'ren arches a brow slightly as he says the name in a very cool tone. "I understand he's one of the ones being considered for the position." He doesn't wait for confirmation of that fact, just continues. "Apparently he and Trusilwyn got into some kind of confrontation in the lower caverns and," he scowls darkly, "C'daer turned her over his knee and spanked her."

R'hyn's expression registers no immediate reaction to that, as, apparently, he tries to take that in. Finally, he clears his throat, "I won't say it's not something she probably deserves - but it's not appropriate, nonetheless. And especially not in a Weyrlingmaster, who /has/ to deal with kids of that age all the time." He looks pensive, then shakes his head. "He'll have to be punished. And /not/ by B'den's vigilante justice, either."

T'ren nods slightly at that. "I agree, of course," even if he doesn't really, "and if you were to act on this quickly... it -might- make Trusilwyn realize that you do indeed care what happens to the residents here and not just the riders." He slumps slightly, running one hand through his hair. "It wasn't the spanking that got me, sir. It was... shells, I've never seen someone so totally broken in spirit like she was when I found her later that night. She was going to spend the night in the orchards and then walk to the Hold the next day. She's completely devistated. Doesn't want to face anyone." And if he sounds a little more concerned than he should, well he's not really watching his tone.

R'hyn's eyebrows raise, and despite himself, he can't manage to keep a slight note of scorn out of his voice, "I doubt that very much - but I will try." To his credit, his expression does turn rather more concerned as T'ren continues, and, biting on his lip, he shakes his head. "That's--" A pause. "Is the girl more to you than just an acquaintance, or friend? No - wait. That's not my business, I suppose. What kind of punishment would you think acceptable?"

"It's worth trying," T'ren pushes quietly, though the weyrleader's question has a faint flush creeping along his neck. "Just someone that's stood behind me and deserves the same in return, sir." He doesn't meet the weyrleader's eyes as he says that, head shaking at the question of punishment. "I don't think I'm far enough away from the situation to offer an unbiased opinion on what his punishment should be." At least he's being honest on that front.

R'hyn can't conceal his curiosity, and apparently doesn't entire believe T'ren's answer, but nods nonetheless, and refrains from pushing. "I see." He leans back in his chair, obviously deep in thought. "I don't want to remove him from contention for the Weyrlingmaster position - frankly, he's by far one of the better candidates. But. And it's a big but, I guess, we can't have him repeating that, and promoting him would reinforce that that kind of thing is okay."

T'ren toys with the hides once again, considering. "You're still in the process of assessing the options. If he were punished before an official announcement was made, he'd still be able to go into the position without it looking like a reward for his actions." The brownrider scowls faintly, admitting with distaste, "C'daer would be a good choice for the position. He normally has a level head on his shoulders. I'm sure he was pushed further than necessary by the girl in order to react like that."

"That's true," R'hyn agrees, though, wryly, he adds, "Of course, I'm sure Trusilwyn won't see it that way - but then, I doubt she'll ever change her mind on me, frankly." He rocks on his chair, nodding, "He would be. He - and perhaps T'an - are the best choices for the position. I'm not especially fond of either of them, but they've got what it takes, I think."

"Stranger things have happened," T'ren mutters absently, gaze drifting back down to his hands as he listens. When R'hyn mentions T'an, the weyrsecond snaps his eyes up and blinks. "T'an? Are you seriously considering putting another greenrider into the position?" He leans back in his chair to study the younger man for a long moment. "You do that and you may as well never leave this weyr again for as long as you're Weyrleader. It won't go over well at all."

"Perhaps." Still, R'hyn sounds unconvinced. His expression remains more or less unperturbed at T'ren's further response; no doubt, he was expecting it. "I know that. I do think that people would get used to it - but I accept that they won't be happy." Shrugging, he adds, "I'm not convinced on the subject, because T'an has some... funny ideas, even for an Ista," there's a note of self-mocking, there, "But I think he'd do well. I'll grant you, C'daer is probably still my first choice, at this point."

T'ren chuckles softly, arms folding over his chest. "C'daer is probably the best choice, at this point." He pauses and then shrugs lazily. "I'm sure you'll do what's right for Fort. On a side note, you may want to start making your decisions more public rather than letting them filter down through the gossip hounds. It would help people to see that you -are- actually doing things."

The legs of R'hyn's chair hit the ground again, and he nods. "I guess. I worry that that's going to look as though I'm saying 'here, I'm making decisions! Look at me!'. Um. I'm probably overreacting. What format would you suggest - official announcements, I guess?"

T'ren nods, just once, "Official announcements would work. And you need to stop second guessing everything. You are the weyrleader. It's up to you and Kiora to make decisions." He shrugs once again, leaning forward to fold his hands over the hides again. "You need to stop looking so wishy washy."

R'hyn has a wry, self-conscious smile for that. "I don't suppose you're wrong there, either. I'll work on it. I am learning -- I mean, I'm getting better, I think. Thanks. For being honest, I mean; it's much better, this way."

T'ren nods once again, "Just... do your job. You've gotten lost in worrying about how much people like you." He spreads his hands slightly, "I would think you'd realize by now you aren't going to win any popularity contests, sir, so just do what you need to do and be done with it."

R'hyn's expression takes on a thoughtful note, then he nods. "You're right. I hadn't thought about it like that. I-- I don't like people not liking me. But that isn't going to change; if I try, at least, I can make people respect me, instead, and that's probably more use in the long run."

"You can earn people's respect," T'ren corrects quietly as he gathers up his hides. "You can't make people do anything they aren't inclined to do." He pushes his chair back and rises slowly. "And thank you, for allowing me to be bluntly honest with you without worrying too much about possible repercussions. It makes it a lot easier to work with you this way."

"That's what I meant," R'hyn admits, flushing. "No, I can't make anyone do anything." He bobs his head quickly, the faintest hint of a smile visible across his lips. "I agree. Makes things much easier all round. Um - yeah. I guess we'll keep thinking on the Weyrlingmaster issue. And the C'daer one."

A quick salute and then T'ren nods. "I'll let B'den know that C'daer is still being considered." He rolls his eyes at that, briefly. "Why he's got his mind set on making C'daer his second, I have no idea." He sighs faintly and then, "Anything else we need to cover, sir?"

"B'den has never..." R'hyn trails off, smiling wryly. He returns the salute with a quick bob of his head, then adds, head shaking, "I don't think so. If you think of anything, let me know. I'll do likewise, of course."

T'ren gives a final nod and then turns to head out of the weyr. Arisvath is given a brief nod as well and then the weyrsecond is gone.

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