Random Log: R'miel is Made Weyrsecond

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.

Early morning - a time for breakfasts, for long lies, for… the weyrleader having a sleep in the office. His feet are on the desk, a book covers his eyes. If you listen carefully you can hear the mating call of the lesser spotted wildebeast, or possibly it's just R'sul snoring.

R'miel is sitting on the floor in the weyrleaders' office, papers spread all around him. He's apparently reorganizing some records for proper filing. It's not really like R'miel to willingly take up the paperwork under the excuse that 'he don't do words so well'. Though the bronzer reads and writes better than he lets on. He's his usual cheery self in the morning. "So R'sul, did you know there are gardens here at Xanadu? You probably did, but I didn't. Not until last night, Ysa had me meet here there for a picnic. It was all really nice. She brought her violin and played for me and had food…" Yep, he's chittery in the morning.

R'sul shifts, snorts, and settles back into a thin droning snore. It could be construed as a reply, especially as he mutters something straight after that is a definite sentence, but barely more than a mumble.

R'miel shuffles some papers around, which probably doesn't make much noise. He doesn't seem to notice that the weyrleader is fast asleep, and continues talking. He drones on and on about the picnic in the gardens. About the fight, details about the making up afterwards… "Then we went swimming to sort of cool down. They got a pond out there. Me and Ys thought it would be fun to like swing in off some branches so of course she makes me go first. But I guess I misjudged and I was too heavy cause the branch cracked and I went all SMACK!!!! Belly first into the water." He laughs at his own story, adding a nice loud clap to the 'SMACK!!!!' part.

Awake in an instant R'sul yells out "Intergalactic trailer trash!" in a tone that can only be classed as 'save me now, panic'. His feet go up, his head goes down, backwards, and he ends up in a confused heap on the floor.

R'miel blinks and looks back at R'sul as he goes tumbling backwards with a strange yell. He scrambles to his feet and looks down at the weyrleader like 'o.o'. He offers him a hand up, blinking more. "Er… You alright, R'sul? What was that you shouted?" He doesn't really wait for R'sul to accept his help though, he's already lifting him back to his feet and dusting him off. There, good as new!

R'sul joins in with the blinking, though he's trying to figure out what's going on himself. A minute ago he was rolling down a hill… or was that dream. He runs a hand quickly through his hair. "I… um… yeah…. what?" Blinkblink, think, "Sorry what were you saying?"

R'miel makes sure R'sul gets back to his chair safely, then returns to his spot on the floor. "Ah, it wasn't really important. I was just telling you about our trip to the gardens yesterday." Our meaning his and Ysa's. Not that R'sul would probably assume different, as the goldrider and his son are basically all the bronzer probably talks about. "Have you ever been there?"

R'sul ohs and nods, running a hand through his hair again. "Sorry, I think I maybe dropped off. Long night." There's a laugh follows, but it's forced. "I've never really been there, not really my thing, gardens. I sneeze. Sounds like you enjoyed it though. That's… good."

R'miel grins and nods to R'sul. "Ohh. Long night, huh? Was something - or someone - keeping you up all night?" There's a laugh from the other bronzer, but it's a friendly one. "I see. Not really my thing either, but when your girl tells you there's food and music and she's wearing the underwear you bought her… hard to refuse."

R'sul's neck begins to glow rather red, and as he drops his head to avoid the question that glow begins to spread round his hairline also. "Sounds…." He pauses, can't say good again. "Fun. It's good that you're both happy here." Discomfort at the teasing lessening he looks up again. "You are happy here, right? This isn't some sort of way of telling me you're going to live in the jungle or something?"

R'miel is about to question R'sul's cherry-neck, but then the conversation switches back to himself and he gets distracted. "Yeah, we were actually talking about that last night. We're both happy here. Of course I liked Xanadu before, and I think it's grown on Ysa. She likes the bar here, so she's understandably happy." He laughs a bit. "But everything seems to have worked out for us here, so we've settled right on in. No heading out to live in the jungle right now, no. Maybe when the kids are gone."

R'sul gets a bit of a goofy look on his face at the mention of kids, but it doesn't last very long. "Well that's good. Good. Niva probably likes having Ysa around, someone to split the duties with and all that. it's good when you can do that with someone you get on with."

R'miel nods. "Ysa must like Niva, too. Since usually she's the first person to skip out on as many duties as she can, but she's been spending a fair bit of time up in the office. Well, I guess part of it is that I haven't been around much except at night. I can't wait until all those eggs hatch and Arin and I can have our life back." He chuckles. "I don't mind sand-squatting, but two at a time is a little rough on me." Especially with them being at Ista. "Has given me time to spend with my brother though, I suppose."

"Eggs." R'sul laughs halfheartedly, "Bane of my life." He doesn't elaborate, though his not getting on with Niva is probably well known. "Do you know how much longer you'll be at Ista? I cou… I could use some more help around here if it's not going to be too long."

R'miel chuckles a bit. "Ella's recent clutch was actually Arinith's first. Since then he's been pretty gung-ho about chasing everything glowing and shiney." He scratches his head a bit and counts on his fingers. "Hm. Shouldn't be too much longer, really. And Ava's flight wasn't too long after that, so soon we'll be off the sands completely. What did you have in mind for me exactly? Some sort of project?"

R'sul nods, though it's slow. His hand makes the journey through his hair once more, "Sort of running defence really. I mean, not that there'd be any fighting or anything of course, just…." he pauses and shakes his head, "I'm not good at this/ Okay, I've been thinking I need another weyrsecond. Someone who can talk to… people." He nearly said women there, changing it quickly to people. "They used to always have two back in the day, seems a good tradition to bring back. Don't you think?"

R'miel blinks and stands, heading over so he was sure he was hearing R'sul correctly. "Ah, well… Huh. I suppose it is a good tradition. Not sure who you'd pick that's good with people… Harley is pretty shy… Did we pick up any of the weyrlings?" R'miel runs his fingers through his own hair, looking baffled for a moment. It wasn't that he couldn't put two and two together, he just… can't imagine himself as a weyrsecond! Or being qualified for anything like that. Modest farm-boy mentality still.

"We got D'len." R'sul replies, though seems far from pleased by the idea. "And… no girls. Got enough women problems at the moment without another one thinking they can ruin my life. I sort of though you could do it? I mean you get on okay with Niva and L'alie, don't you?" His two main female nemesis'.

R'miel nods a bit. "Ah, right. No girls? Heh, seems fair enough I suppose with all the juniors around." He does blink a bit at the 'ruin my life' part. "Me? Well… I suppose I am pretty good with people. Yeah I get on fine with Niva and L'alie." Really it was men who R'miel had more of a trouble with. Finally he grins. "Wait, so you're asking me to be your second weyrsecond, R'sul? I mean, I'm always happy to help out the weyr as best I can and all…"

R'sul nods, "I need another man around to actually talk some sense and not glare at me if I breathe the wrong way. We'd need to work a bit on writing and things, and it'd mean you maybe can't go off all the time. But I'd like the backup." he pauses a moment then adds, "Please?"

R'miel just grins and reaches over to shake R'sul's hand. "Of course I'll be your weyrsecond! I mean, I know my reading and writing isn't so great, but I've been trying to get better with it and all. And I'll try to limit the amount of time I'm away. I was hoping to convince Ysa soon that it's about time for baby number two anyways. So I won't have time to be running to other weyrs. Except for meetings and things." Yep, he's still shaking R'sul's hand. "Don't worry about the ladies. I can help mediate things around here and take care of the public relations abroad, too. Thanks so much for considering me, R'sul."

R'sul's hand goes up and down, and up, and down, after about the twelfth shake he begins to try to pry his hand free. "You won't really have to to do anything till you get back from Ista, though it'd be nice to know what's going on there if you feel up to sending in a few reports and things while you're there?"

R'miel finally releases R'sul's hand. The poor weyrleader might be sore in the morning from so much jostling. "Well, I can at least take up some of the responsibilities now. Ista is getting… quite crowded actually. They're coming dangerously close to three golds on the sands at once. There was also something about a missing candidate… I'll write up the report later and get filled in from the staff there." He grins proudly. "Don't worry R'sul, you won't regret this!"

R'sul perhaps already does, though his odd look could also be put down to a blossoming hangover. "Missing candidate?" There's a nod after that particular bit of information, "See what you can find out? If we might be targeted too I want advanced warning. You'd better write two reports, one for Niva too."

R'miel nods. "I'm not sure the particulars. My brother mentioned something to me about it last night. Said the weyrstaff was… vague when explaining it to the other candidates. But I'll look into things and give you both reports." Then he settles back in to finish his organizing, looking pleased as punch.

R'sul nods, and gets to his feet again. This time he heads towards the door rather than back to sleep. "I'm going to go have a bath. If anything comes up come and get me?" Loose translation - going for a soak and a sleep.

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