Transfer?

[cevara]

Cevara, though fully aware she was being gaped at in a rather inappropriate manner, chose to ignore it completely. As previously mentioned, she was fully aware of her poor state of dress (or under dressed as the case was rather more) and no one could really be blamed for looking. To be honest, she was so accustomed to dealing with questionable men at Nahoran Tavern which she frequented to really be that bothered.

Oh yes you always can! I like to be helpful! Gaveneth's voice was practically bubbling over with joyful pride. The Queen knew she could rely on him! Maybe he could help even more often...he liked having things to do.

Cevara had looked slightly amused at R'dan's reaction to her being the master weaponsmith, and she nodded affirmatively to his exclamation. She would have given the matter more comment, but since she was rather in a hurry to speak to Ampara now, she did not wish to prolong the conversation. Since he was apparently going to be grabbing lunch with her now, they could discuss it (and anything else, really) soon enough.

Giving the bronze rider a slight wave as he shut the door, she waited until his footsteps had stopped before closing the distance between herself and Ampara, wishing to keep her voice down. The distance was very intimate indeed as the brown rider took it upon herself to actually hop over and perch on the edge of the Weyrwoman's desk. Crossing her arms over her chest, she grinned roguishly and jerked her head toward the door.

"So...what do you think of him?" She did not pause immediately for an answer, rather caught in the excitement of a possible bronze transfer. "I swear by Faranth my timing is impeccable. I literally was just stopping in to say 'hello.'"

Lowering her voice, she leaned in in a conspiring manner. "Gaveneth informs me Voraidith is not terribly friendly for what it's worth."

[Ampara]

If Dysmeth had been human she would have nodded her head and would have had a pleased smile plastered onto her face, but as she was dragon there was a mere brush of that same type of emotion against Gaveneth's mind before falling companionably silent.

Ampara did, however, nod and smile at his departure, freezing until the door was shut, and then listening for his retreat the same as Cevara. Just as her friend dropped pretense so did Ampara who slouched on her chair, and swung her legs up so they were resting on her desk, partially dangling off the edge. She was sure that if he tried to eavesdrop he'd receive a rude scolding from one of her firelizards, but low voices were good. Even if the stone walls were thick weird echoes could sometimes happen, or at least she had suspicions of such anyway.

Ampara's, "hmm," was lost under Cevara's quick words, but she stretched her neck to the side, scratching an itch on her leg with the toe of her boot while she thought about it. She wasn't one to make quick judgments, but aside from whatever initial suspicion she might have had, living in and running Great Cliffs did breed it, there was the feeling that there was something he wasn't telling her. However, as she had been unfamiliar with him, even on a rumor basis, she was inclined to believe that it wasn't something that the weyr couldn't handle.

"I'm glad that you did stop in. Not only can you do something so mundane and beneath you like a simple delivery, but I can get a guardian's opinion."

Ampara nodded to the papers she'd given Cevara, "I'm going to have K'ivan check into him. Not that he wouldn't anyway, but I'm not getting the whole story so says my harper's intuition. Nobody is disrespectful to the weyrwoman without the proper rank to do it with anyway, and I'd like to know more of what he's really like. It would be a poor time to incorporate a rogue into the weyr."

She leaned her neck to the side until it cracked audibly, realizing how "weyrwoman-ly" she sounded even if she was slouching with her feet on her desk.

"I don't think Telgar has any females riding brown. Gaveneth probably has caught him off guard though not quite the same as how you caught his rider off guard." Ampara smirked, though if she had to go on looks alone Voraidith flying Dysmeth wasn't the worst thing that she could imagine happening at that point, especially compared to her tithing troubles.

"However, I think he'll warm up more quickly to you since you're a friendly, bubbly higher ranked dragonrider which could be indispensable for the final decision, even if I'm loathe to turn away a bronze rider so willing to transfer here of all places. I guess I can be grateful that the dangerous threadfall conditions at White Sands make our necessity of having guardians look much more welcoming, speaking of which, I don't think he knows about that. It would be better if he didn't know for the time being. He'll probably be more close-lipped if he realizes what the guardians do."

"My most boring guess is that he'll turn out to be a bronze rider like most of the rest, vying for the heart of my dragon, desiring to be weyrleader for the sole purpose of "running things properly". Unfortunately for the masses they sadly mistaken if they think they will run my weyr any way but mine." She let her head loll back a bit as she barked a laugh, eyes finding the ceiling as she mused a moment.

Ampara, for the longest time, had felt like an outsider in her own weyr, even in the beginning stages of her leadership she'd felt as if she was walking shaky ground, but at this point she was possessive. In a way X'cer leaving hadn't been terrible for that reason alone. It was true that she spent a lot of time running around and was extra-busy, but that had really made her feel as if it really was hers.

"One added ego to the mix at this point doesn't add much to the drone going on in the background as everyone waits, wonders, and taps their fingers. As much as I enjoy sole leadership of and love Great Cliffs I will be just as happy as they are when I have someone to help me manage things again. In the meantime I'd just prefer to have no exceptionally rash bronze riders lying about. If everything looks good I'll leave it to K'ivan to keep him busy with threadfall and wing stuff."

Ampara shrugged, imagining that as long as things at Telgar checked out there wasn't much to worry about as many of the problems plaguing her (or that had bothered her or affected her) in the past were primarily western in nature; one bronze rider subject to the whims of her Dysmeth at any given command seemed low on the priority list of concerns. She nodded her head to Cevara, allowing her to take the reins of the conversation wherever she wished.

[cevara]

Cevara listened intently to Ampara’s opinions, waving off the comment of delivering the paper as being beneath her, she certainly didn’t mind. “Hmm, probably not…I get the feeling he’s a slippery one. However, not all rogues are necessarily bad. One that is on your side can prove particularly helpful if utilized correctly.” If there was one thing Cevara knew about, it was being considered a rogue. All her life she seemed to be stepping out of lines other people made: attaching herself to her particular craft, impressing a brown dragon, drinking too much, fighting too often… People are often what others make of them. “Still, if he truly is a bad egg it should come out soon enough.”

Grinning, she nodded in agreement to Ampara’s next comment. “Yes that tends to happen. It seems we are a rather rare breed…holders in particular tend to find the match rather disagreeable. I’ll have to use that to my advantage. The more off balance he is the more likely he is to be off his game…if indeed he is playing one.”

Sliding off the desk into a standing position once more she placed both hands out in front of her, palms up with a chuckle. “No need to worry, I do not intend to tell him a thing of any real importance. Fortunately as I am presently lacking a real shirt I am also lacking my guardian’s badge so there should be no reason it would come up. I have grown to specialize in idle small talk….blame Gaveneth for that.”

Cevara found she appreciated her younger friend more and more every time she talked with her. Ampara was a hardass and certainly no idiot. Cev liked that in a woman. She was certainly a most able politician and organizer…anyone would indeed be mistaken if they thought the running of the Weyr needed great improvement. “Unfortunately that will likely be the case. You are the golden prize every man seeks out. I thank my lucky stars everyday that my personality was not at all compatible for gold. Still…until we discover something conclusive, it is only fair to assume that his intentions are as genuine as anyone else’s. Something obviously happened at his home Weyr, and Great Cliffs is certainly a great refuge, despite its present troubles. I know that feeling all too well.”

Having come to Great Cliffs as a refuge from a tricky situation herself, Cevara would be the last to judge anyone in such a situation too harshly.

“I will check him out as thoroughly as I can. I have been fancying a stop by the Tavern come to think of it. Perhaps such a trip would loosen his tongue….though if he is a clever one he will know better.” She paused a bit before adding the last, “I do think it would be good for the Weyr to have a new bronze rider around. I just hope we didn’t attract a complete hopeless case. Though of course that is for you to decide. Did he say anything you want me to investigate particularly?”

[Ampara]

"If they allow you to utilize them correctly, and don't try and cut and run the moment your back is turned, though I presume that falls under the -bad egg- category." Ampara winked, she knew a bit about roguery, but impressing gold rather threw a wrench in things, becoming weyrwoman well... that pretty much closed the chapter.

She laughed, "Holders find a lot of us disagreeable, some more than others, but if it's any consolation I'm sure they aren't fond of the female blue riders either."

They aren't fond of us either and we aren't an unusual pairing.[/color]
Only if I try to tell them what to do love.
But that is your job.[/color]
Don't let it perplex you too much lest you be vexed.
Dysmeth snorted, her rider and her words.

"Mmmhmm, I'm sure it's entirely Gaveneth's fault, " She winked, quite aware of his nature as a gossip, but she liked to tease.

Ampara rolled her eyes and mimed gagging at the words -golden prize-. Pern had some awful metaphors for her situation, but of course that didn't make her love for Dysmeth any less. She was just quickly becoming tired of being thought of as such, after all there was a lot more to it than that. Somewhere along her train of thought her face had fallen into dismayed lines, and she tried to smooth it out into something more neutral once she had realized her error.

"I'm not opposed to giving anyone second chances, and if it was any other time but now I wouldn't be concerned." Though really, she could hardly do anything worse to make the Lord Holder more angry since she hadn't actually done anything to him at all, and he had already stooped low enough to messing with the tithes.

"It just depends on how you play your hand I suppose and what he wants, if he wants something in particular."

Ampara drummed her fingers on her desk, reviewing the meeting in her mind.

"Maybe his motives for transferring, but really I'd just like to see if you could peel back the decorum a bit and assess his suitability considering our current circumstances. I just can't afford to wherryhen after my riders all of the time. Once Dysmeth rises I'll have a bronze rider to do that for me, but until then my time is spread thinly enough as is."

"I hope for Great Cliff's sake he's legitimate, because I agree with you, turning away a bronze rider isn't really something we can afford either."

[cevara]

"Ha that's fair. Though they certainly are not a young pairing. It will be interesting to see how much of the Holder mentality has been weeded out of him. Not a whole lot I would wager...even I am not entirely rid of it." She sighed. "Doubt I ever will be. The worlds are far too different to seamlessly move from one to the other, as you well know." Crossing her arms she looked thoughtful for a minute. "Still, I will remain optimistic. He at least /can/ have manners when he needs to apparently, and that's more than many people manage to accomplish."

She allowed a smirk at the comment about Gaveneth. It was just easier to pawn some of her less valuable personality traits off on his continued influence. She was sure most riders did it from time to time.

Looking rather sympathetic as Ampara mimed her own words back to her, the hint of a smirk did not leave her face. "Ha! Well I'll spare you the metaphor and rather say frankly that nearly every bronze and brown rider worth their keep would love to ride you, considering not only your attractiveness but also the benefits that can come with it. Though I genuinely do sympathize. It must be near impossible to tell half the time what suitors are genuine and which just want to be Weyrleader. I suppose in such cases its best that the Queens choose. Dragon intuition is often far better than our own...unfortuntely not always, but often."

Wondering briefly if she had gone a step too far, she determined not to worry about it. The words were already out and Cev was used to answering to what she said. She had older sister-type feelings toward Ampara and often in their conversations it would briefly leave her mind that she was Weyrwoman, even if that was what the conversation was about. Cevara always believed in talking freely unless signalled to do otherwise. Even Weyrwomen need friends, and friendship was about being honest was it not? Even if the blunt facts were not always pretty.

"I will certainly do my best to acertain his true motives. If there is one thing I consider myself good at it is convincing men to reveal their secrets." She grinned. "And women, too, for that matter...if they are so inclined." Winking, she chuckled. "Anyway, I will let you know everything when I do."

[Ampara]

"It's a bit different for craft folk, an openness to new experience is almost bred into the stock," her mouth quirked upward in a small smile, "however, I still understand what you mean."

She nodded her head in agreement with Cevara, but of course it was easy to hide a lot under manners and Great Cliffs was aware of the duplicity of human nature, sadly.

Ampara rather thought it was her crafter upbringing that made her squirm at the idea of not having much choice in the matter, but Cevara had a point. Dysmeth knew what she was doing, and she wouldn't let any bronze fly her. She would be demanding and exacting of her suitors, and the thought of that always led Ampara to smirk with pride. It made life a bit more bearable in the interim period at any rate.

"It's just the sharding waiting that gets me too. It's like the anxiety of the first one all over again. Makes me almost not care who it it is as long as it is done with so I can just get on with my life." Ampara threw that in there also, apparently not thinking that Cevara had gone too far at all. After all, she'd merely, mostly, just voiced Ampara's own thoughts or worries aloud, though she might not have gone so far to say that everyone wanted to fly her; however, considering the benefits that was probably an accurate statement upon reflection.

Ampara couldn't help but snort and then try poorly to hide a giggle at Cevara's methods of attaining information.

"Just as long as the means are worth the ends, but I will be sitting here, I'm sure, eagerly waiting to receive your report once you put it together."

[K'ivan]

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[K'ivan]

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[Ampara]

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