A New Wingthird
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Devin, Kastaka
Date Posted: 1st April 2009
Characters: S'ren, N'vanik
Description: S'ren gets a surprise promotion.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 2 of Turn 5
S'ren was a little worried about why the Weyrleader might call him to his office, the day after a fairly uneventful Threadfall as these things went at the moment. He'd heard that Zelle and M'net had had some kind of accident after Fall yesterday - maybe he'd called a meeting with several riders to discuss how to fill their places in the formation. But there didn't seem to be any other riders around as he knocked on the door.
"Come in!" N'vanik called, shoving some hidework aside. "Have a seat, S'ren."
Trying not to show his nerves, S'ren stepped into the office, closed the door behind him, and took the offered seat. The lack of other riders in the office didn't help his nervousness any, but he was fairly adept at maintaining a general appearance of unflappable confidence anyhow.
"So, what brings me to the Weyrleader's office, then?" he asked in a forcedly light-hearted tone.
"I need a new Wingthird. P'vral's going to be out a lot longer than the healers first thought." Maybe for good.
Conflicting emotions crossed S''ren's face briefly - hope that he was getting a promotion, quickly smothered by appropriate sadness and seriousness about P'vral's condition and tempered with the understanding that the Weyrleader might just be calling all the wingriders in to ask their opinion. "I see. And have you had any thoughts about who the new wingthird might be?" he said, attempting to sound cautious and guarded but with a twinkle in his eye that he couldn't quite suppress.
"I thought it could be you, if you want it," N'vanik said. S'ren was steady, solid and would be a good balance to N'vanik's temper.
"I most certainly do," replied S'ren, not quite able to suppress the big beaming smile edging onto his face. He liked to think he'd been a good unofficial source of advice and reassurance for the wing for a while now, and it would be nice to have some official recognition of all the work he did. And while N'vanik wasn't awful, weyrleaders at Dolphin Cove tended to change a lot; with a position of authority, however minor, maybe he could help curb some of their worst excesses.
N'vanik smiled back. "Great! I'll announce it to the Wing tomorrow. I'll give you your knots right now." He pulled them out of a drawer and slid them across the desk. S'ren's eagerness was a relief. This should be a smooth transition for the Wing.
S'ren picked up the knots and started to attach them to his shoulder, his last doubts about the Weyrleader's intentions - he'd known men who would offer people such a position as a kind of test of character, and he was unsure whether he'd have passed or not - assuaged. "Anything in particular I should know about before then, sir?" he asked.
"I don't think so. You've been with the Wing the whole time so you're used to my, uh ... management style. I'm glad I don't have to acclimate you to that." Bringing in a rider could have been a headache.
"No piles of hidework you wanted to palm off on me, then?" teased S'ren, more at ease now the business of the meeting had been taken care of, not to mention rather excited about his new role.
"If you want some of that, I've got _plenty_."
"Ahh, but does it all need the Weyrleader's signature? I'm afraid I might need to brush up on my forgery skills," suggested S'ren with less than complete seriousness.
"I can sign it. You do all the rest." N'vanik smiled. "Teamwork."
"I'm going to have to strap a desk to Tareth and fly it up to my weyr, aren't I?" complained S'ren good-naturedly.
N'vanik shrugged. "If the table in your weyr gets too crowded."
Deciding that N'vanik probably had better things to do than banter with his new wingthird, S'ren started to get up to leave. "I'll see you at drills, then," he said as he did so. "And I am actually kind of serious about that hidework offer - the terrible secret is that I quite enjoy it, being an incurably nosy sod and all," he grinned.
"You might be sorry you made that offer. I hate hidework. It might be too tempting to shove it off on you." N'vanik smiled. He'd made the right choice. "So enjoy your last day of freedom, S'ren. See you tomorrow."
S'ren chuckled. "I'll be sure to, Weyrleader," he replied as he headed out of the office.
Last updated on the April 3rd 2009