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Xanadu Weyr - Weyrleaders' Office

Office and retreat, this is the domain of Xanadu's Weyrleaders. The door is in the eastern wall, quite close to the southern end while the northern wall is dominated by big, expansive windows, framed by sumptuous deep blue drapes edged with a brilliant gold braid and tied back with a thick rope of braided gold and blue cord. In between, the eastern wall is covered floor to ceiling with shelves that house all sorts of records, manuals and supplies that are used on a day-to-day basis. The southern wall has the Weyrleader's desk — plain fellis wood, well polished and masculine. From behind his desk, the Weyrleader can look straight through the windows and out onto the main airspace of Xanadu. The western wall is where the Weyrwoman's desk resides: a lovely piece of furniture made of warm cherry wood. From her seat, a glance sideways gives her an equally good prospect out the window. There are a few other seats, some comfortably arranged around a low round table for small, informal meetings while there also some that can be drawn up to one of the desks.
On the south side of the door, the space is occupied by a low oblong table where refreshments can be set without someone needing to intrude. There is also an 'incoming' tray where incoming correspondence or similar items can be left.

A few minutes before a knock comes at the corner of the door and Kirilla's head pokes around, cheerful humming can be heard down the hall. This morning the assistant weyrlingmaster has played taxi and messenger to her daughter, right behind her in the hall. Calling a greeting as she knocks, Rilla comes around the corner to lean on the door frame; Amelia stands just behind her and both wear a happy grin.

Despite the relatively early hour, G'ene is already gone from the office, and its probably safe to assume that the Weyrleader has vacated to the tavern for the rest of the day, leaving Niva on her own. The Weyrwoman is settled at her desk, trying to look through various notes, even as she keeps glancing anxious at the window, before focusing back on the work infront of her. The sound of humming has her eyes opening and closing a few times as she tries to tune it out, but as it comes closer, and then is accented by a knock, and a voice, she's glancing up, starting to question the reason for the interruption. That is, until she spots the happy expressions that both Rilla and Amelia wear, and in spite of herself, she's cracking a smile. "You two look like something amazing just happened… I could use some good news." She offers, pushing the chair closest out, while waving a hand to them to sit.

"Well, I do have some good news!" Kirilla smiles as she takes one of the seats, settling an envelope in her lap as she does so. Amelia takes the other seat, and perhaps noticeable now that she's closer is the more complex Journeyman's knot now gracing the shoulder of her shirt- for once crisply clean rather than dirty from the day's chores. After a moment more holding the envelope, Kirilla stands back up to offer it to Niva. "The news'll be in there- I took Amie to the BeastCraft Hall this morning and they sent this back for the weyrleaders."

"Thank Faranth.." Niva replies in a much relieved tone, shoulders relaxing a little as she stays settled in her chair, giving each of them a long look as the settle, the corners of her mouth twitching as she takes note of the change in Amelia's knot, eyes darting back to Kirilla as the envelope is offered, a little nod before her eyes hold the greenrider's, lingering there for a moment, the envelope slowly turned over in her hands - once, twice, three times, before she speaks again. "It looks good on you, Amelia…" Niva offers with a little nod, before the envelope is slowly opened, and the contents glanced over.

Expression breaking out in a grin, Amelia ducks her head for a moment, "Thank you, Weyrwoman." She's even flushing a little still. It's still pretty new, even if she'd known it was coming. "I hope I can continue to be an asset to Xanadu." Her mother reaches a hand over to squeeze Amie's forearm. "Of course you will be," Kirilla smiles, and after allowing time for Niva to get the gist of the contents, she speaks again, "In addition to that, Amstel was wanting to perhaps reduce his workload, as his daughter can assume some of the duties he's had in doing routine healing and preventative work for the animals. He'd like to get to focusing on training more, working up his breeding program, if that would be acceptable."

Eyes skim easily over the contents of the envelope, reading certain sections again even as she's listening to Kirilla's additional comments, smiling easily as the paper is slipped back into the envelope, the Weyrwoman turning to settle it on the top of the desk to be filed away alater. "I would say, Journeyman, that you'll be even more of an asset now." She replies, still smiling, nodding as she considers Amstel's request as its passed on. "I thought it would be good experience for Amelia, and good news for the Weyr, if we hosted a successful breeding program. Might give us a bit of leverage." Always thinking of the benefits, Niva is!

Kirilla starts to nod in agreement, and Amelia offers up an animated explanation of her father's hopes. "That mare that was fought over was bred to Dad's best stud. He's hoping the result will have the refined looks of the dam but quite a bit more steadiness- there are similar crosses being bred up north nearer to the Hall and they've been widely popular but don't handle the southern continent quite so well. Those bred here would hopefully develop the hardiness suited for our climate along with a good tolerance of dragons."

A soft chuckle escapes Niva at Amelia's excited explanation of her father's goals, arching an eybrow as she listens to the plan, the reasons, and the previous experience with similar crosses, simply nodding. "I'll admit, Journeyman, that beyond the breeding, the rest of it is far… out of my depth. I think I'll leave the runners to you and your fellows." She clears her throat softly, shaking her head, before glancing over her shoulder at the desk once more, contemplating. "I'll have Hisolda arrange for a room for you, and your change in wages… Though, it may be a sevenday, as I expect most of the rooms are taken by the… unfortunate." The unfortunate who are smart enough to thing outside the tent.

Amelia smiles ruefully, "Right, sorry. Anyway, it'll be excellent. And thank you. I don't mind staying in the craft complex longer. We weren't hit by the bugs, though we've got plenty of mats and makeshift cots in all the corners now." Another smile, and then Kirilla cuts in. "Back to my own duties now- thank you for accepting the posting, and perhaps send a message to Amstel if it'd be acceptable for him to begin passing on some duties."

"I'm certain it will… Congratulations again, Journeyman… And to you too, 'rilla. I know you must be proud." As any mother is, when their child continues to grow up sucessfully. "I'll send him a note, and let him know - But as you feel comfortable taken them on, do feel free to, Amelia. Best experience is when you actually do." Niva shifts to her feet, nodding her head to each of them in turn, a little smirk lingering on her lips. "Welcome back to Xanadu." Even if she was only gone for all of a morning.

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