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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Feb 24, 2010 0:16:04 GMT -5
Sh'vian was at one of the guest weyrs, sitting in a chair. Diragyth was lounging in the dragon part of the weyr. She sighed as she knew she had to get in contact with Weyrwoman Christae soon. She shook her head and sighed. She knew it had to be done.
She wanted to relax some more but something told her to do this right now. She heaved a heavy sigh and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She had never been this nervous before. Why now? It was like she had been newly Impressed. She was had her transfer paper neatly tucked in a leather binder. Why was this so important to her? The reason still remained to be seen.
Love, will you see if the Weyrwoman is available? Sh'vian asked Diragyth, in a professional tone.
Greetings to you, Beautiful Queen Kaith. I am Green Diragyth. We ware new transfers from Telgar Weyr. Mine requests audience with Yours as soon as possible. she crooned.Now we wait.
Sh'vian sat back in her chair and heaved a heavy sigh. She had nothing to worry about. What was all the stress about meeting the Weyrwoman? She was just a title but one that demanded respect and fear. She had the run the Weyr, if she didn't approve of the transfer then where would she go? Back home? That was out of the question.
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Post by Spirithawk on Feb 25, 2010 0:15:31 GMT -5
Christae was glad that the hatching was over, because her darling Kaith was no longer a snappish monster, but now there were even more things to worry about. How on Faranth's green Pern was she going to feed all these new babies and their riders?
She tapped the rolled up hide against her wher-hide riding pants. The action raised a puff of dust from the hide and she grimaced. She was pretty sure that dust was the least of her worries when it came to her appearance. She and Uslanee had been going through what was left of the supplies in the farthest caves in the Lower Caverns. The Weyrwoman hadn't worn anything that might leave skin bared even though it was hot because she didn't want a spinner, or worse yet, a tunnel snake bite. It also kept the grit from her skin. She would have to see what she could do to get rid of the tunnel snake infestation in the Caverns. They had lost too many precious supplies, even though some of it was too old to be useful anyway.
Greetings Diragyth, welcome to Dark Moon Weyr, the Queen responded politely. She peered over the edge of her ledge, looking for the green, but then realized that she was in one of the weyrs. My chosen is just coming out of the Lower Caverns. If you will allow her a few moments, your rider may meet her in her office. The giant gold sent a mental picture of where the office was to the green, trusting that she could explain the route to her rider.
Beloved. Kaith spoke to Christae alone. There is a new transfer in that needs to speak with you. I told her to give you a few minutes to wash up and she will meet you in your office unless you wish me to make other arrangements.
Christae desperately wanted a cool glass of red-fruit juice but she sighed. She hurried to one of the wash basins and quickly washed as much of the grime from her arms and face as she could. She smoothed her disheveled hair back into her runnertail and then grabbed a roll as she hurried to her office. She didn't see the drudge place a pitcher of cold juice and a few mugs on a tray and begin to follow her until she had seated herself behind her worktable to wait for the new rider. She sincerely thanked the drudge and took a grateful gulp of the cool juice he handed her. He had thoughtfully provided more for the visitor as well.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Feb 25, 2010 14:25:31 GMT -5
Very good. Mine will be there shortly. Diragyth responded and explained to her Rider the route to go.
Thank you, love. Sh'vian sighed. She was a bit nervous and Diragyth felt it too. Sh'vian was not accustomed to this. This was was first Weyr she ever transferred to.
No need to be nervous, Mine. Calm down and you'll do fine. the Green crooned to her. Sh'vian gave her a few minutes and then started on her way.
She sniffed and sighed as she approached the Weyrwoman's door. She knocked and waited for a reply. Her thoughts turned to her Uncle back at Telgar Weyr. She missed him and wished that he was there with her.
Sh'vian was a little scared of the Weyrwoman although she couldn't imagine why. Her title demanded respect and obedience. She began to get cold feet and she ignored the numbness. She wanted to run the other way and go hide behind Diragyth. She knew that wasn't professional at all. She ignored that as well. Everything will be alright. It's just a title. To her, this is a huge thing. Hardly anyone got to see the Weyrwoman and this, this was a rare occasion. She felt honored and a privilege to meet her.
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Post by Spirithawk on Mar 1, 2010 19:56:50 GMT -5
"Come in." Christae called, surprised at the knock. None of her riders knocked. The more conscientious ones would call out a warning, but most of them just walked in. She rarely closed that door anyway. It made her wonder why the door was closed, unless her son had done it, or a drudge who had come in to clean.
She waited patiently for the transfer to come in and poured a glass of juice before wiping the moisture that had beaded on the pitcher on her wher-hide pants. The Weyrwoman knew that the heat was hard to get used to and the new rider would probably enjoy the fresh juice. The fish from brownrider T'ren's parents and fresh fruit were some of the few fresh things the Weyr received.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Mar 3, 2010 18:11:15 GMT -5
Sh'vian heaved a sigh of nervousness and tried to calm herself. Before she came in, she dusted herself off and fixed her hair. Then she went inside and gave her a bow of respect. Her back was straight. She didn't smell, her hair was clean.
She was excited but nervous at the same time. Sh'vian tried to hide the nervousness but it was apparent that she was. She fiddled with her hands but her eye contact never wavered. She took out what looked like two leathers tied together with a piece of string which contained her transfer papers. She had a neat appearance and her clothes were clean.
"Greetings, Weyrwoman Christae. I hope you are well, this fine day." she smiled politely. She had confidence to make an good first impression. If only she could calm down just a bit. What is there to worry about? Her transfer papers were in order the Weyrwoman looked nice enough. She noticed the juice on the desk and she was rather thirsty.
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Post by Spirithawk on Mar 3, 2010 23:03:27 GMT -5
OOC: Just a note before I go to bed because I'm too tired to post. Pern doesn't have folders. There might be a leather covering of sorts over it but Pern doesn't have real "paper" like Earth does. The paper that it does have is almost like papyrus and people write a lot on thin hides. Also, a dragonrider or anyone else but Weyrleaders would bow to a weyrleader, not just nod respect unless that rider is VERY friendly with the WL and has that WL's permission not to be formal. It isn't something that you would know unless you had read a lot of the books recently though so no worries on that.
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Post by Spirithawk on Mar 5, 2010 19:48:06 GMT -5
"Welcome to Dark Moon Weyr Greenrider." Kaith hadn't told her the greenrider's name. The woman had probably learned hers from her transfer papers, but Christae didn't have the papers yet to see what the rider's name was.
Diragyth didn't say.
She smiled encouragingly. "Your name please?" She gestured towards the glass of juice that was beaded with moisture. "Help yourself if you are thirsty. The Southern Continent is rather hot for those who are not used to it. Where were you from?" She held out a hand for the transfer papers.
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Post by Spirithawk on Mar 8, 2010 22:37:19 GMT -5
OOC: Bump
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Mar 9, 2010 14:37:03 GMT -5
"Greenrider Sh'vian of Green Diragyth, miss." The greenrider was more at ease once she saw the juice on her desk. She expected a very strict female. She stood 'at ease' for quiet some time before helping herself to the glass of juice. She stood. She never sat down unless ask or told to.
Sh'vian looked around. Not much to the surrounds, just her desk and a few decorations; few pictures and plants/flowers that were native to Pern. She smiled at the flowers. They were pretty. She was still nervous though. It didn't show as much anymore. She liked the decorations about the office. It added some color to the office. They were a pleasant addition to her space. It was a refreshing look. The room had a sweet aroma to it. She smiled.
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Post by Spirithawk on Mar 11, 2010 20:58:10 GMT -5
OOC: You need to read posts more closely. I put that Christae had poured the juice already in 2 posts. Also, you can't assume what is in Christae's office because it isn't your own office. Actually, Christae has a lot of children's toys scattered around because she has a child. It is kind of hard to put pictures up on stone walls, and there would be tapestries or paintings, not "pictures" as we think of it.
IC:
"A pleasure to meet you. Please have a seat." She gestured to one of the wooden chairs on the other side of her desk. Luckily there were no toys scattered on the chair. Chiron liked to use the chair as a prop to pull himself up, and sometimes he used it to store his toys when he was playing a game. He often forgot about them.
Christae was a practical woman, and weyr support was down, so the cavern was pretty bare save for the toys and the hides that she had out from storage in a neat stack on her desk of sturdy skybroom wood. There was one small painting, a gift from her family from one Turnday, but it wasn't very pretentious. It was a landscape of skybroom trees and a stream. She had a drawing on hides of dragon anatomy, but that was rolled up in the corner because it was too important to let it dry out on the wall. It had just been oiled to preserve the hides and srawings on the hides.
Christae had herbs strung across part of the room to dry. They were herbs she used in her healing. It made a unique scent. There was a hint of spice, some sweetness, and some earthy scents.
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on May 2, 2010 13:48:48 GMT -5
"Thank you, miss." she sighed, cursing herself of still being nervous. She sat down on the chair and handed her the transfer papers. "It is always a pleasure to meet the Weyrwoman." she smiled, politely. Her posture was good, nice straight back and her hair was clean. She smelled clean as well. Which was a good thing. She sat there in silence, it was quiet between the two.
Sh'vian picked up her glass, took a sip and and put in back down. She was dainty and very ladylike. She was also pretty and did not have too much going for her.
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