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Xanadu Weyr - Weyrsecond and Jr Weyrwomans' Office
Office or study? Perhaps this room is a little of both. It is spacious and airy with the big windows opposite the door looking northwards, a perfect aspect when one is this far south. Those windows are framed by dark forest green drapes, soft ribbons and braid in dark, rich gold sewn along the edges to give them a sumptuous look. The back wall is covered by shelves that hold a variety of things - mostly records and reference material as well as writing tools and sheets of hide and paper. Tapestries, including several lovely scenes of the terrain around Xanadu Weyr, cover the rest of the wall-space while a soft, plain off-white rug hides the stone floor. A small, low table sits by the door and usually has some refreshment set out on it.

Several broad desks are arranged around the room, each one set so someone sitting at it doesn't look directly at any of the others. Small screens can be set up on each desk to give a little more privacy and each has one comfortable chair that goes with it. So far, it looks like one desk has a permanent claimant. There are also several other chairs, which can be used by visitors.


Winter is officially upon Xanadu, complete with driving wind and cold rain, though you wouldn't know it from the quiet and toasty office. There are some benefits to having a room deep in a cavern surrounded by rock. It does mean that Enkavir is holed up inside though, far from the weather. A mug of klah at his elbow, he has claimed a spare chair and the 'back' side of an empty desk, where he neatly copies figures from a report into a bound book.

Zevida is walking into the office, shoes clopping as they hit the ground, giving away her position as she opens the door. It's a slight glance around the room that brings her attention to Enkavir as he's settled in his chair and is working. He's given a once over before she's moving to her own desk and settling down to the slight pile of paperwork, that is and has been, for a long time: recent.

Enkavir is absorbed in his work. Tangled locks trailing into his face are the only things that draw his attention, and those little enough as he just shoves them this way or that way ineffectually. The clopping and the scrape of chair against rock followed by ruffling papers makes him lift his head slightly, hazel eyes darting sidelong to see who shares the room. Disappointment and relief battle for a second - it's not the person he was hoping for or the person he dreaded - and in the end neutrality reigns. "Afternoon weyrwoman," he murmurs just loud enough for his voice to carry across the space. "Need any assistance with that?"

Zevida settles easily into her desk, leaning back into the chair and her legs crossing before she is looking through the papers with mild-interest. Enkavir is put in the back of her mind, until, he speaks. His voice draws her eyes, and her expression remains cool, even as that smile tugs the corner of her lips. "Zevida." She corrects, but her tone is mild and not commanding. Gentle and reassuring as she speaks again, eyes alight with amusement as he offers. "No, I can do my own work. I've been doing my own work and more since graduating. I'll survive." A pause, brows lifting in the slightest. "Thank you though. Were you waiting for Thea?"

Enkavir's eyes have remained on Zevida, and he continues offering that level gaze, eyes intent, flicking to that tug at her mouth before lifting back to her dark eyes. "Zevida then," he agrees with a flip of his hand. "I didn't mean to imply you weren't capable, surely. But I spend plenty of time in the records room, for instance, if you needed a hand with filing or some other less urgent task." His brows mimic hers, inching upward for just a beat. "No, I wasn't. I was working." A lift of the chin indicates the paperwork he is busy with. "That's not to say I wouldn't have been happy to see her, of course."

Zevida nods her head as he agrees, chuckling in the slighest as she nods once more. "I know, but.." She trails off, taking two files and settling them aside. "These ones, could be filed. Nothing hard, just something not on the top of my list." Her gaze is drifting downwards, away from his as she continues to finger through the files, skimming over each page as she goes. "I can see you were working," is her soft agreement with a slight look from above the papers to him with cool eyes. "But, you would've liked to see her." His last statement brings forth a grin, full on and not just a tug of the lips. "Cute."

Enkavir pushes his chair back, a graceful silent motion, and walks slowly over to take the files. He stands near her desk with files tucked under an arm, watching her with easily smooth features as he meets her cool eyes. "Cute?" One brow quirks just the slightest bit, then his eyes narrow a bit. "There isn't anyone you would like to see? Friends even, if not more? Satoris, for instance." Even someone who isn't keen on gossip would have heard the name at least mentioned.

Zevida nods her head slowly, "cute." She reaffirms simply, that grin still on her lips but she chuckles. "Of course, but, Satoris knows better than to come look for me when I'm working. As I with him." Is her simple response as she's gathering the files into her arms and then rising from the chair. "Satoris isn't cute." At least, not publically. "I approve of you." Is all she says before she inclines her head and is walking out with those files in hand.

Enkavir's brows draw down. "I wasn't looking for her, and if she happened to come in here to work she wouldn't be looking for me either. The concept of the coincidence is an appealing one, that's all." But then she's rising so he steps back to give her space, shaking his head in faint disbelief. "Thanks?" It's dubious at best, but in the end there's a hint of amusement as she leaves and he goes back to his work, murmuring something about insane goldriders abounding.

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