Thank you once again for telling me and providing a name
Shanlee, Thirion - High Reaches Living Cavern
Thirry meets Shanlee again after almost 2 turns and finds comfort in the weyrsecond's attitude toward supposed promiscuity in the weyr.
Shivering slightly and hugging her arms about herself in an effort to keep what body warmth she can in, Thirry hurries into the Living Cavern, having fled the very cold records room. She approaches the fire and gratefully sinks down into a chair as near as she can get to it without scorching her boots. Trill stays comfortably under her hair, with just her face poking out level with her right ear. “Time for a break from the records anyway,” she muses quietly to herself, feeling not a little discouraged at not having found anything useful during the past few days she’s spent diligently searching in the austere room. She is on the verge of giving up and returning ‘home’ to the Harper Hall, but realizes that having been given a task to perform, that is not an option, and sighs disconsolately.
Unbuttoning her flight jacket as she goes and unwinding the thick scarf from around her neck, Shan steps into the caverns with a brownrider at her side, the two in quiet conversation. The breakfast crowd already having dispersed toward their various duties for the day, have left the area relatively quiet. Stopping at a counter just long enough to take up a steaming mug of klah and spooning generous amounts of sweetener into it. The Weyrsecond's drawn features knit at a comment from the sandy haired young man before sending him off with a long exhale of breath after his retreating back. Watching the place where he'd exited for a while, the greenrider turns and heads over to the hearth and its blazing fire. Lost in thought, any other occupants nearby are for the time being not paid much attention.
Thirry glances up as the finely built young woman approaches the hearth noticing as she gets nearer that she’s not just any young woman but on closer examination, is the weyrsecond no less. Not sure whether she should stay where she is in the presence of such a senior dragonrider or leave, Thirry opts for sinking into her chair trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Trill her gold firelizard however, decides the matter for her with a bright chirple of curiosity for the redhaired rider and emerges from the cover of Thirry’s hair having warmed up somewhat. Her presence advertised, Thirry decides to do the polite thing and greets the weyrsecond, and stands quickly. “Good morning weyrsecond maam, Harper Hall’s duties to High Reaches and her queens,” she recites hoping she’s not left anything out, and nods toward her hoping it is the correct thing to do.
So absorbed by whatever has that mind of hers occupied, Shan forgets and sips at the klah before testing its heat. With a low expletive that is quickly muted from around a scalded tongue, the Weyrsecond is very quickly drawn back to the present. Aware now that something, or someone is watching her, green eyes swing in that direction and fall on the gold firelizard when it utters its greeting. She's about to disregard the creature until its human speaks. Narrowing her gaze onto the girl, it then slides over her shoulders in search of the knot that goes with the greeting that's been given. Fine brows lift in vague recognition "High Reaches to the Harper Hall and your Master." returned with a vein of curiosity, evidenced also in the cant of head to one side "Thirion? That you under there?"
On hearing the lilting voice matched with the red hair, recognition dawns, and pleasure suffuses her on encountering someone who was once so kind to her when she was just a pathetic waif newly arrived at the Harper Hall. “Yes Maam, Shanlee, er, weyrsecond…” confusion covers her surprised pleasure not knowing just how to address the young rider. “What a pleasure to see you again after all this time,”
Shanlee runs a speculative look over the harper apprentice "You've grown up some. And become a senior too." lips curl lightly at one corner, approval shining in her eyes "Congratulations, and welcome to my home." Her free hand swinging out to the chair Thirion had just emerged from "Please sit. I'd heard the Masterharper had sent someone to rifle through our records but hadn't realized you'd drawn that particular pleasure." the last bringing a wrinkle of nose with it. "Have you settled in okay? Got everything you need? If not, you should look about for either Dassah or Milani." Dry amusement showing through now "Millie's likely the best at purloining midnight snacks if you have a yearning for them." wink "Heck, she'd likely find you anything from extra stylus and hide to tidbits for your gold."
Thirry chuckles softly, sitting as bidden, feeling a little more at ease at the weyrseconds comments regarding her having grown up. Her reference to Milani’s ability to purloin snacks evoke recent memories of a very late breakfast sneaked by her when Thirry had slept in. “Thank you Maam, its been almost 2 turns I think since you found me newly arrived at the Harper Hall, with a tiny scrap of a feline who you named Ben. He’s huge now and a real pleasure - had to leave him behind this trip though, and I think Trill’s missing him.” Then adds, “I’ve met Milani, and she’s every bit as helpful as you said, so I think I’ll fare well whilst here, though I’m not sure how for how long that will be. Maybe until I find something of value. But you weren’t a weyrsecond when we first met were you? So I guess if I may, congratulations to you too.” Said with a brilliant smile dimpling her cheeks.
Not sitting herself, Shan moves closer to the fire and for a short while puts her back to Thirion until she turns to reply, "Ben? I'd forgotten all about that. Good to know you're both doing well." After a more careful sip of the steamy brew this time, the Weyrsecond offers the young harper apprentice a half-smile "No, I was still Snowstrike's wingsecond back then." gesturing with the mug toward the girl and adding a nod of acknowledgement "Thank you. Keeps me out of trouble." an attempt at humor made, but falling a little short in the slightly flat tone it ends up being delivered in. Gravity touches on the greenrider's features and filters through into her tone "So you haven't found anything of any use in the records yet?" lips press together into a thin line at the whole mess the Weyr now found itself in.
“Trouble? I can’t imagine you getting into trouble Maam, but other greenriders…. I don’t know so much.” Thirry sobers slightly, remembering her encounter with the very young greenrider, was in only day before yesterday? “As for finding things of use in the records, well, maybe I just haven’t looked in the right places. But giving up isn’t an option until the Masterharper says to.” At that Thirry pulls her feet up onto the chair and hugs her knees, resting her face sideways on them gazing into the fire contemplatively.
In reply Shan utters a low 'Hmm' sound of amusement at the notion of her remaining trouble free "Depends what you call trouble." a nonchalant shrug following. Thirion's next, arcs a fine brow upward "You know of some trouble one of our greenriders has gotten into?" eyes offering prompt for the harper to continue with an explanation. "Giving up isn't an option." the Weyrsecond repeats the girl's words "But sometimes one needs to know when to let well enough alone." muttered into the mug as its uplifted once again. "You're right. Giving up is not an option in this instance." concession given on that point.
Shrugging one shoulder in embarrassment Thirry look over at Shanlee, “May I ask you a very direct question Maam? I don’t want to get anyone into trouble, or anything, “she continues without waiting for an answer, “but are all greenriders sort of, well, loose and ‘smoochy’ and others as well when greens and golds rise to mate?" her cheeks flushing pink which is more than just from the warmth of the fire. "or should I have, as you said, have left well enough alone and not asked that question?"
Both Shan's eyebrows arc up high at the question Thirion puts to her, mouth opening slightly at the unexpectedness of it all and then snapping shut into a thin line as eyes narrow on the senior apprentice. "My first notion is to ask -whom- has been giving my color and that of others such a name and to a visitor at that. But for now I'll respect your request to keep their confidence." The klah having cooled enough that the Weyrsecond is able to gulp the last half down, has her set the empty mug on a nearby table with a quiet thunk. Arms folding around herself, the greenrider casts a long contemplative look down on the girl for a moment or so and then with enough icy coolth in her tone to freeze the deserts of Igen broaches the subject "There are some that will use any excuse to be openly licentious and who will paw all over anything, male or female that moves and breathes. That some happen to ride a green dragon is a very sad state of affairs and sheds a bad light on the rest of us. Mating flights of greens." features twist into a grimace "Usually only have a direct effect on those involved, chasers and chased. Gold flights tend to 'charge' the atmosphere throughout the Weyr, but." A slim finger lifts in emphasis "That is absolutely no reason for anyone to behave without decorum, especially whilst in a public place." Tilting her head to one side, concern flickers behind her eyes "Has someone behaved inappropriately toward you while you've been here?"
Thirry is somewhat taken aback at the reaction from Shanlee at her questions, but at the same time comforted that someone as important as the weyrsecond should share her feelings of outrage that such a very young greenrider should have spoken to her in the way she did. She sits quietly for a moment absorbing what has been said and frames her reply carefully, “Maam, it wasn’t so much what she did to me but what she said. She told me that she was preparing me for what a weyr could be like if either a green or gold should rise while I’m here, but I got the impression that this behavior could be expected at /any/ time. She said, and I quote: ‘Watch out for bronzeriders and for glowy greens. You may end up being smooched by some unfamiliar man or woman if your not careful’ I must admit that /really/ freaked me out!” anxious lines furrow Thirry’s brow as she leans forward tensely as Trill cheeples curling her tail tighter around Thirry’s throat in at attempt to comfort her.
"Oh really!" Shan's expression is anything but forgiving of this anonymous information provider "She was preparing you, hmm?" Jaw tightening, eyes harden and with a swing of head to survey the cavern, the Weyrsecond is quiet for long moments until her gaze finds Thirion again "You did right, in telling me, thank you." A frustrated expelling of breath follows "It's no wonder holders have that notion of weyrlife when the sharding riders themselves are spreading such rumors!" hands now fist onto hips and the ground studied "Look, I won't lie to you. Weyrlife is...well it's different to hold life. But it's not the flipping free for all, or whatever that rider you spoke to seems to make out that it is. We work damn hard and yes, our dragons rise and there's 'tension' in the air at times. No, means no! Even here." Finding Thirion with her eyes, the greenrider offers what she hopes is an encouraging smile "I hope this hasn't colored your outlook on us and that you don't think ill of riders as a result of a few." Tacking on as an afterthought "I don't suppose you'd be willing to tell me who it was that was mouthing off like that would you?"
“No, now that I’ve spoken to you Maam, I’m prepared to believe that not all riders are like that. You are an example of what a greenrider /can/ be, if you don’t mind my saying. After all, you wouldn’t have been chosen to be weyrsecond if you behaved in a licentious way, would you?” Thirry seems to wrestle with her conscience at giving away the name of the greenrider who’d told her such exaggerated stories of weyr life, but realizes that the standards of the Hall being as strict as they are even to splitting on another harper didn’t necessarily apply here. “Maam, the greenrider in question is probably your youngest, Madison. She’s even younger than /I/ am, and I’m not quite 15 turns yet! I told her that at her age she shouldn’t concern herself with such things as her green isn’t ready to rise yet anyway - she didn’t take too kindly to that bit of advice though and stormed out on me.” Thirry shrugs at that and rests her head once more on her knees, trying to allow her pent-up feelings to dissipate
Shanlee does her level best to maintain a blank expression to her being exemplary as a greenrider "Nah, I just got some good dirt on the Weyrleader and blackmailed him into the position." the facade cracks as a low chuckle spills out at the absurdity of that idea. And that's short-lived once Thirion supplies a name, as evidenced in the low growl that sticks in the Weyrsecond's throat "I know Madison well. Or at least I thought I did." hesitating briefly while she decides whether or not to impart the next, which she does with a sigh "You see, she was my mentee. Guess I didn't do a very good job as a mentor." A frown creases the smooth forehead beneath her heavy fringe "As a weyrling the lecture on mating flights is included as part of the classes set out. So while she may be young, it stands to reason she's all too aware of what will happen one day when Seteth does rise. What concerns me here, is her lack of discretion on the subject as a whole. Especially with a non-rider."
“I understand Maam that she should be informed of what to expect, but that doesn’t mean she has to almost revel in it! She seemed delighted to tell me what she did, instead of keeping that information quietly to herself and applying it when needed or expected at her dragon’s mating flight. In fact, I told her that what bronzeriders and greens or golds get up to has nothing to do with me, so I shouldn’t need a warning!” Thirry drops her feet to the floor and stretches out her legs toward the fire, running her fingers through her brown hair. “But that doesn’t make you a defective Mentor Maam, she quite probably would have been that way with whomever mentored her. Perhaps she just needs stern discipline, because, if I hadn’t spoken to you today, I probably would have told Journeywoman Emmi or even Masterharper Rodric when I get home.
While Thirion spoke, Shan had taking to slow pacing up and down in front of the hearth, hands clasped behind her back. The senior apprentice's words ending halt her steps to and a look is turned over one shoulder to her "I think Madison and I are going to have to have a little talk." the expression she wears now, grim. "Unfortunately, I know another greenrider just like her that used to fly in my previous wing. There's no getting through to some people. You'd think they'd all be too exhausted to contemplate much more then sleep nowadays." Uttering a sound of disgust, hands unclasp and a hand waves the subject off "Thank you once again for telling me and providing a name. I'll be sure to deal with the matter." At that moment, that same brownrider she'd entered the caverns with returns and hovers on the fringes of their conversational area "Ma'am, they're ready for you." he interjects apologetically "You said to call you when they were." With a sharp nod of head, the Weyrsecond turns to Thirion to offer her apologies "I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere. Please enjoy your stay at the 'Reaches and if I don't see you again before you leave, give Emmi and the Masterharper my regards would you?"
"Certainly Maam, I'll do that. And thanks for the talk we've had, I feel much more reassured now." she looks over to the brownrider who is calling the weyrsecond. "I must go back to my records too," and grimaces in a comical manner, "Clear skies Maam."
Thirry meets Shanlee again after almost 2 turns and finds comfort in the weyrsecond's attitude toward supposed promiscuity in the weyr.
Shivering slightly and hugging her arms about herself in an effort to keep what body warmth she can in, Thirry hurries into the Living Cavern, having fled the very cold records room. She approaches the fire and gratefully sinks down into a chair as near as she can get to it without scorching her boots. Trill stays comfortably under her hair, with just her face poking out level with her right ear. “Time for a break from the records anyway,” she muses quietly to herself, feeling not a little discouraged at not having found anything useful during the past few days she’s spent diligently searching in the austere room. She is on the verge of giving up and returning ‘home’ to the Harper Hall, but realizes that having been given a task to perform, that is not an option, and sighs disconsolately.
Unbuttoning her flight jacket as she goes and unwinding the thick scarf from around her neck, Shan steps into the caverns with a brownrider at her side, the two in quiet conversation. The breakfast crowd already having dispersed toward their various duties for the day, have left the area relatively quiet. Stopping at a counter just long enough to take up a steaming mug of klah and spooning generous amounts of sweetener into it. The Weyrsecond's drawn features knit at a comment from the sandy haired young man before sending him off with a long exhale of breath after his retreating back. Watching the place where he'd exited for a while, the greenrider turns and heads over to the hearth and its blazing fire. Lost in thought, any other occupants nearby are for the time being not paid much attention.
Thirry glances up as the finely built young woman approaches the hearth noticing as she gets nearer that she’s not just any young woman but on closer examination, is the weyrsecond no less. Not sure whether she should stay where she is in the presence of such a senior dragonrider or leave, Thirry opts for sinking into her chair trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Trill her gold firelizard however, decides the matter for her with a bright chirple of curiosity for the redhaired rider and emerges from the cover of Thirry’s hair having warmed up somewhat. Her presence advertised, Thirry decides to do the polite thing and greets the weyrsecond, and stands quickly. “Good morning weyrsecond maam, Harper Hall’s duties to High Reaches and her queens,” she recites hoping she’s not left anything out, and nods toward her hoping it is the correct thing to do.
So absorbed by whatever has that mind of hers occupied, Shan forgets and sips at the klah before testing its heat. With a low expletive that is quickly muted from around a scalded tongue, the Weyrsecond is very quickly drawn back to the present. Aware now that something, or someone is watching her, green eyes swing in that direction and fall on the gold firelizard when it utters its greeting. She's about to disregard the creature until its human speaks. Narrowing her gaze onto the girl, it then slides over her shoulders in search of the knot that goes with the greeting that's been given. Fine brows lift in vague recognition "High Reaches to the Harper Hall and your Master." returned with a vein of curiosity, evidenced also in the cant of head to one side "Thirion? That you under there?"
On hearing the lilting voice matched with the red hair, recognition dawns, and pleasure suffuses her on encountering someone who was once so kind to her when she was just a pathetic waif newly arrived at the Harper Hall. “Yes Maam, Shanlee, er, weyrsecond…” confusion covers her surprised pleasure not knowing just how to address the young rider. “What a pleasure to see you again after all this time,”
Shanlee runs a speculative look over the harper apprentice "You've grown up some. And become a senior too." lips curl lightly at one corner, approval shining in her eyes "Congratulations, and welcome to my home." Her free hand swinging out to the chair Thirion had just emerged from "Please sit. I'd heard the Masterharper had sent someone to rifle through our records but hadn't realized you'd drawn that particular pleasure." the last bringing a wrinkle of nose with it. "Have you settled in okay? Got everything you need? If not, you should look about for either Dassah or Milani." Dry amusement showing through now "Millie's likely the best at purloining midnight snacks if you have a yearning for them." wink "Heck, she'd likely find you anything from extra stylus and hide to tidbits for your gold."
Thirry chuckles softly, sitting as bidden, feeling a little more at ease at the weyrseconds comments regarding her having grown up. Her reference to Milani’s ability to purloin snacks evoke recent memories of a very late breakfast sneaked by her when Thirry had slept in. “Thank you Maam, its been almost 2 turns I think since you found me newly arrived at the Harper Hall, with a tiny scrap of a feline who you named Ben. He’s huge now and a real pleasure - had to leave him behind this trip though, and I think Trill’s missing him.” Then adds, “I’ve met Milani, and she’s every bit as helpful as you said, so I think I’ll fare well whilst here, though I’m not sure how for how long that will be. Maybe until I find something of value. But you weren’t a weyrsecond when we first met were you? So I guess if I may, congratulations to you too.” Said with a brilliant smile dimpling her cheeks.
Not sitting herself, Shan moves closer to the fire and for a short while puts her back to Thirion until she turns to reply, "Ben? I'd forgotten all about that. Good to know you're both doing well." After a more careful sip of the steamy brew this time, the Weyrsecond offers the young harper apprentice a half-smile "No, I was still Snowstrike's wingsecond back then." gesturing with the mug toward the girl and adding a nod of acknowledgement "Thank you. Keeps me out of trouble." an attempt at humor made, but falling a little short in the slightly flat tone it ends up being delivered in. Gravity touches on the greenrider's features and filters through into her tone "So you haven't found anything of any use in the records yet?" lips press together into a thin line at the whole mess the Weyr now found itself in.
“Trouble? I can’t imagine you getting into trouble Maam, but other greenriders…. I don’t know so much.” Thirry sobers slightly, remembering her encounter with the very young greenrider, was in only day before yesterday? “As for finding things of use in the records, well, maybe I just haven’t looked in the right places. But giving up isn’t an option until the Masterharper says to.” At that Thirry pulls her feet up onto the chair and hugs her knees, resting her face sideways on them gazing into the fire contemplatively.
In reply Shan utters a low 'Hmm' sound of amusement at the notion of her remaining trouble free "Depends what you call trouble." a nonchalant shrug following. Thirion's next, arcs a fine brow upward "You know of some trouble one of our greenriders has gotten into?" eyes offering prompt for the harper to continue with an explanation. "Giving up isn't an option." the Weyrsecond repeats the girl's words "But sometimes one needs to know when to let well enough alone." muttered into the mug as its uplifted once again. "You're right. Giving up is not an option in this instance." concession given on that point.
Shrugging one shoulder in embarrassment Thirry look over at Shanlee, “May I ask you a very direct question Maam? I don’t want to get anyone into trouble, or anything, “she continues without waiting for an answer, “but are all greenriders sort of, well, loose and ‘smoochy’ and others as well when greens and golds rise to mate?" her cheeks flushing pink which is more than just from the warmth of the fire. "or should I have, as you said, have left well enough alone and not asked that question?"
Both Shan's eyebrows arc up high at the question Thirion puts to her, mouth opening slightly at the unexpectedness of it all and then snapping shut into a thin line as eyes narrow on the senior apprentice. "My first notion is to ask -whom- has been giving my color and that of others such a name and to a visitor at that. But for now I'll respect your request to keep their confidence." The klah having cooled enough that the Weyrsecond is able to gulp the last half down, has her set the empty mug on a nearby table with a quiet thunk. Arms folding around herself, the greenrider casts a long contemplative look down on the girl for a moment or so and then with enough icy coolth in her tone to freeze the deserts of Igen broaches the subject "There are some that will use any excuse to be openly licentious and who will paw all over anything, male or female that moves and breathes. That some happen to ride a green dragon is a very sad state of affairs and sheds a bad light on the rest of us. Mating flights of greens." features twist into a grimace "Usually only have a direct effect on those involved, chasers and chased. Gold flights tend to 'charge' the atmosphere throughout the Weyr, but." A slim finger lifts in emphasis "That is absolutely no reason for anyone to behave without decorum, especially whilst in a public place." Tilting her head to one side, concern flickers behind her eyes "Has someone behaved inappropriately toward you while you've been here?"
Thirry is somewhat taken aback at the reaction from Shanlee at her questions, but at the same time comforted that someone as important as the weyrsecond should share her feelings of outrage that such a very young greenrider should have spoken to her in the way she did. She sits quietly for a moment absorbing what has been said and frames her reply carefully, “Maam, it wasn’t so much what she did to me but what she said. She told me that she was preparing me for what a weyr could be like if either a green or gold should rise while I’m here, but I got the impression that this behavior could be expected at /any/ time. She said, and I quote: ‘Watch out for bronzeriders and for glowy greens. You may end up being smooched by some unfamiliar man or woman if your not careful’ I must admit that /really/ freaked me out!” anxious lines furrow Thirry’s brow as she leans forward tensely as Trill cheeples curling her tail tighter around Thirry’s throat in at attempt to comfort her.
"Oh really!" Shan's expression is anything but forgiving of this anonymous information provider "She was preparing you, hmm?" Jaw tightening, eyes harden and with a swing of head to survey the cavern, the Weyrsecond is quiet for long moments until her gaze finds Thirion again "You did right, in telling me, thank you." A frustrated expelling of breath follows "It's no wonder holders have that notion of weyrlife when the sharding riders themselves are spreading such rumors!" hands now fist onto hips and the ground studied "Look, I won't lie to you. Weyrlife is...well it's different to hold life. But it's not the flipping free for all, or whatever that rider you spoke to seems to make out that it is. We work damn hard and yes, our dragons rise and there's 'tension' in the air at times. No, means no! Even here." Finding Thirion with her eyes, the greenrider offers what she hopes is an encouraging smile "I hope this hasn't colored your outlook on us and that you don't think ill of riders as a result of a few." Tacking on as an afterthought "I don't suppose you'd be willing to tell me who it was that was mouthing off like that would you?"
“No, now that I’ve spoken to you Maam, I’m prepared to believe that not all riders are like that. You are an example of what a greenrider /can/ be, if you don’t mind my saying. After all, you wouldn’t have been chosen to be weyrsecond if you behaved in a licentious way, would you?” Thirry seems to wrestle with her conscience at giving away the name of the greenrider who’d told her such exaggerated stories of weyr life, but realizes that the standards of the Hall being as strict as they are even to splitting on another harper didn’t necessarily apply here. “Maam, the greenrider in question is probably your youngest, Madison. She’s even younger than /I/ am, and I’m not quite 15 turns yet! I told her that at her age she shouldn’t concern herself with such things as her green isn’t ready to rise yet anyway - she didn’t take too kindly to that bit of advice though and stormed out on me.” Thirry shrugs at that and rests her head once more on her knees, trying to allow her pent-up feelings to dissipate
Shanlee does her level best to maintain a blank expression to her being exemplary as a greenrider "Nah, I just got some good dirt on the Weyrleader and blackmailed him into the position." the facade cracks as a low chuckle spills out at the absurdity of that idea. And that's short-lived once Thirion supplies a name, as evidenced in the low growl that sticks in the Weyrsecond's throat "I know Madison well. Or at least I thought I did." hesitating briefly while she decides whether or not to impart the next, which she does with a sigh "You see, she was my mentee. Guess I didn't do a very good job as a mentor." A frown creases the smooth forehead beneath her heavy fringe "As a weyrling the lecture on mating flights is included as part of the classes set out. So while she may be young, it stands to reason she's all too aware of what will happen one day when Seteth does rise. What concerns me here, is her lack of discretion on the subject as a whole. Especially with a non-rider."
“I understand Maam that she should be informed of what to expect, but that doesn’t mean she has to almost revel in it! She seemed delighted to tell me what she did, instead of keeping that information quietly to herself and applying it when needed or expected at her dragon’s mating flight. In fact, I told her that what bronzeriders and greens or golds get up to has nothing to do with me, so I shouldn’t need a warning!” Thirry drops her feet to the floor and stretches out her legs toward the fire, running her fingers through her brown hair. “But that doesn’t make you a defective Mentor Maam, she quite probably would have been that way with whomever mentored her. Perhaps she just needs stern discipline, because, if I hadn’t spoken to you today, I probably would have told Journeywoman Emmi or even Masterharper Rodric when I get home.
While Thirion spoke, Shan had taking to slow pacing up and down in front of the hearth, hands clasped behind her back. The senior apprentice's words ending halt her steps to and a look is turned over one shoulder to her "I think Madison and I are going to have to have a little talk." the expression she wears now, grim. "Unfortunately, I know another greenrider just like her that used to fly in my previous wing. There's no getting through to some people. You'd think they'd all be too exhausted to contemplate much more then sleep nowadays." Uttering a sound of disgust, hands unclasp and a hand waves the subject off "Thank you once again for telling me and providing a name. I'll be sure to deal with the matter." At that moment, that same brownrider she'd entered the caverns with returns and hovers on the fringes of their conversational area "Ma'am, they're ready for you." he interjects apologetically "You said to call you when they were." With a sharp nod of head, the Weyrsecond turns to Thirion to offer her apologies "I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere. Please enjoy your stay at the 'Reaches and if I don't see you again before you leave, give Emmi and the Masterharper my regards would you?"
"Certainly Maam, I'll do that. And thanks for the talk we've had, I feel much more reassured now." she looks over to the brownrider who is calling the weyrsecond. "I must go back to my records too," and grimaces in a comical manner, "Clear skies Maam."