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Xanadu Weyr - Steward's Office
The office of the Steward is a place for things to pass through. On the side of the wooden desk nearest the door are a pair of boxes labeled In and Out. The center of the desk provides a place to process those papers, with a set of draftsman's tools - pens, pencils, rulers and compasses - tucked in a small wooden box. The computer, as it receives fewer messages, is set off to the side of the desk.

One thing that stays in the office is the Steward himself - at least, so long as he holds that office - and so there's a comfortable chair behind that desk, as well as a pair of plain wooden ones in front of it for those passing through.

Bookshelves line the walls, crammed with tomes ranging in topic from weather patterns of the southern continent to crop output for the last one hundred turns. They are some the many things of which a Steward must have a passing knowledge - one sufficient to let him delegate the rest. To record the events so delegated, there are a pair of file cabinets full of paperwork not yet so historical as to merit relocation to the archives.


There are many papers that pass through Jethaniel's desk. Many, many papers. Some of them are requests. Some are demands. Very few are compliments, and many are complaints of one form or another. Some papers, after being processed, are discarded. Others are filed for retention, and others still generate new papers that are sent out to various places around the Weyr. This morning, one of those papers leaving his desk ended up at the infirmary. Among other notes for the healers, it included a request that a certain healer apprentice - not named, but described by the nature of the incident - be sent to his office at the convenience of the healers. It's now slightly before lunch, and Jethaniel is currently at his desk, reading another of those papers. The door is partially open, as if inviting the entry of any passerby with business for the Steward.

As usual since she's been posted here, Kera is wandering around completely lost, even though she has the map the weyrhealer drew her clutched in one hand. Clutched in the other are rather official looking orders for her to present herself to the Weyr Steward. She walks along slowly, as her gaze seems glued to the map. So aborbed, she walks right by the opened door, a flash of purple and blue might be seen drifting by from the inside. When she's obviously gone too far, she turns around and starts repacing her steps. Seeing the open door this time, she leans forward a bit, sticking her head in and peeks around. Seeing the cluttered desk, and the man slouching behind it, the rest of her almost reluctantly follows her head inside the office. Absent is any hint of a smile which she has been known to normally wear. Eyeing the name on the orders "WeyrSteward Jethaniel?"

Such a thing might be seen by Jethaniel, but at the moment, he's not paying attention to what passes outside his door. His attention is instead on that paper before him. The contents have caused a slight frown, and he taps a finger against his desk as he considers them further. Kera's passage is noted by the green firelizard curled up on a corner of the Steward's desk, but she simply watches without comment. Even Kera's entry into his office fails to draw Jethaniel's attention; her words are required for that, and he blinks as he lifts his head from his work. "Ah. Yes?" A young person he does not recognize has entered his office. This is, at it turns out, a fairly frequent occurence.

Kera 's gaze darts around the office, taking in the stack's of pages and reports. After a quick observation of the office, she steps in a bit further away from the door. "G'day Weyrsteward." She brandishes the orders she was given and holds it out for him to see or take. "My name's apprentice Kera, I ws told you wanted to speak to me Sir." After she finishes, she chews nervously on her bottom lip, attention drifting to the firelizard a few seconds before focusing on Jethaniel again.

"Ah," Jethaniel says, his gaze dropping to those orders, then returning to the apprentice in question. "Yes." He gestures her to the chairs in front of his desk, then returns his attention to it for a moment. The paper he was reading was set aside, and another paper is sought for amidst one of the piles. While his eyes are off Kera, the green firelizard watches her instead, half-lidded eyes a light green that complements her hide. Once found, the document Jethaniel seeks is set centrally upon his desk. An incident report, if the format is familiar enough to be recognized. Or, to put it in different terms, a complaint. The Steward returns his gaze to Kera. "Do you know why you're here?"

Kera takes a moment while Jethaniel is shuffling through his pages to refold her map and slip it into her waist pouch. When the Steward speak up, the apprentice shifts slowly from foot to foot. "It could be that one of the shopkeepers didn't appreciate having to air her shop out?" The young girl seems thoughful for a moment before shrugging uncertainly.

"Quite so," Jethaniel says. He leans back in his chair, regarding the apprentice before him. "I've read the report." He touches fingertips to the paper in front of him, though he doesn't offer it to her. Instead, he puts his hands together, steepling the fingers. "Would you care to explain what happened?"

Kera clasps her hands in front of her and tries to still her rocking back and forth motion, but it doesn't last too long. She sighs for nodding. "I was in the shop and got distracted by the perfumes. As I was sniffing a few, a Weyrling came in asking if I had seen his sister…" She waves a hand back and forth a couple of times. "Long story short, he insinuated that I smelled like his grandmother and I was pointing out he shouldn't be quite so rude in future chats with girls." Kera lifts her head a bit and shrugs. "Honestly, he smelled much better for my efforts."

Jethaniel listens to the explanation with very little in way of expression on his face. He nods slightly at the mention of perfumes; it's a logical start, given the nature of the incident. The weyrling was also an aspect of the story as reported in his papers. The grandmotherly aspect… was not, and gains a small lift of his eyebrows. Afterward, he says, "Hmm." He reaches for a pen, and makes a few notes. Perhaps they're for some important file somewhere, or perhaps they're simply to make Kera wait. Either seems possible, and regardless of the reason, it isn't long before he returns his gaze to Kera. "Courtesy is important, regardless of the recipient. It is, in fact, a part of the lessons weyrlings receive." And perhaps will be receiving a refresher on? Perhaps. It's not like the weyrling in question is here at the moment. "However, a perceived lack thereof is not grounds for rudeness in return, whether verbal or physical." There's a fractional smile, barely there, as he adds, "Aesthetics are a distinctly personal matter." The smile vanishes. "They are not to be imposed on another."

Kera huffs a bit and may even start to roll her eyes at her situation, but stops herself before that roll goes too far. At one point in the man's words, she stares with her jaw dropped, looking alot like a gaping fish for a few seconds. Finally she nods a little stiffly. "I can only agree with that. And when the Weyrling became rather insistant that girls and women should /not/ smell like flowers and such, and was trying to talk me out of buying perfume I wanted…" She shrugs and can only smile at the memory of dousing the young man before coughing and trying to force her smile away. "I was polite to him the entire time. I broke nothing in the shop, and even purchased the mostly empty bottle of perfume before I left. The only damage done was the very strong perfume smell that needed to be aired out. But that could be considered free advertising."

Kera's reactions do not go un-noted, for Jethaniel's attention remains on her expression. He makes no comment on them as such, simply awaiting her response. When he receives it, he nods slightly. "His opinion of aesthetics permits him to have personal preferences about their presence in others." Jethaniel leans forward slightly. "Did he, at any point, attempt to take the bottle from your hands? Did he attempt to remove you from the store? Did he, in fact, make physical contact with you in any way?" The Steward's eyebrows rise, his expression a questioning one. "We will return to the matter of the shop momentarily."

After the first question is asked, Kera can see where this is going rather quickly. Clasping her hands in front of her and giving a resigned settling of her feet. "No." is sais clearly, then seems to echo through the office as it's replied to each passing question. Well this day just keeps getting better and better.

"So," Jethaniel says after the litany of No. "In response to verbal provocation, you engaged in a physical assault consisting of pouring perfume on the weyrling without his consent." His brows remain lifted as he regards Kera, letting the words sink in for a moment before asking, "Is that correct?"

Kera listens to Jethaniel, eyes narrowing just a little as she considers each of his statements word for word. Not seeing any way that this meeting will end well for her. With a frown she simply nods "Yes Sir."

Jethaniel nods as Kera agrees to his description. "Had you limited yourself to verbal rejoinders - whether polite or not - we would not be having this conversation." Jethaniel settles against his chair, leaning back once more. "I advise you to remember that, next time you are tempted to escalate a situation." He regards her for a moment. "However. I am willing to consider your recognition of the seriousness of your actions as sufficient, this time. I do not intend to begin any formal proceedings."

Kera glances down to her hands as she waits to hear what else she will have to do. After a few seconds, she frowns in confusion and peers back up to the Steward. Eyeing the man almost warily, "Oookay…Should I return to my duties now sir?" Her gaze slips back across all the stacks of reports quickly and starts taking backwards baby steps towards the door.

"No," Jethaniel says to that question. There is no escape! Not yet, anyhow. He makes a small gesture of his hand, indicating Kera should reverse those sneaky steps away. "There is still the matter of the shop. While you did purchase the perfume, you also intentionally spilled it, thus interrupting the flow of business and causing me to receive a complaint." Jethaniel taps the paper in front of him once again. "Once more, you imposed your olfactory aesthetics on others - in this case, the shopkeeper and customers. Whether the scent was an appropriate form of advertising is not your decision to make." The Steward reaches for a sheet of stationery and his pen, and makes a few quick notes.

Kera huffs as it seems she isn't getting away. Her steps back towards the desk are hesitant to say the least. Frowning again as Jethaniel brings up a whole list of offenses, the apprentice simply nods and makes a little grunt in reluctant agreement. Kera remains quiet for now, waiting to see if she has enough marks to cover the shopkeeper's perceived losses.

Jethaniel signs the paper, once he's finished writing, and folds it in half before leaning forward and extending it to Kera. "Give this to the headwoman. You will be assisting with floor-waxing for the next sevenday; it will be scheduled in the evenings so as to not interfere with your apprentice duties. I advise you to spend the time in considering the effects of your actions on others." While 'enjoying' the pungent smell of fresh floor wax. Once she's taken the paper, he leans back once more. "You may go."

Great. Emptying and cleaning people sick buckets, changing patients dirty sheets and other unpleasant things. Let's add the smell of floor wax to it. She just forces a little smile and nods when she steps forward to take the slip of paper. She offers a simple "Yes sir." before turning and hurrying out the door. A few long seconds later, the purple and blue clad apprentice goes wandering back by in the other direction, having turned the wrong way out of the office to begin with.


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