Knot The Weyrleader

Participants:

Indira.jpg J'cobi.jpg

Date: 2010.07.19
Location: EW - Living Cavern
Synopsis: Backdated to have taken place shortly after Alara received her knot.Indira rather informally (again) hands J'cobi his weyrleader's knot. She also makes an attempt to befriend the bronzerider on some level, and fails.
Rating: PG-13
Logger: Indira

Eastern Weyr: Living Cavern

The main Living Cavern at Eastern Weyr is a near replica of the "Lower Bowl" in shape. It is circular, with ceilings sloping up into a gentle cone shape. There are a few stalactites hanging from the ceiling, from which the Weyr's few firelizards may perch. Between these, there are a few inverted "hills", showing exactly how quickly the workmen finished this job. It lends an eerie quietness to the place, as the features cut the sound more effectively. The glowbaskets on the walls highlight the tables of all shapes and sizes around the room. The Head Table appears to be more traditional in place and kind, but the rest of the tables are variable. The east side of the room boasts larger rectangle tables suitable for whole groups of riders, while the middle holds smaller circular tables more appropriate for a family with children. The west side of the room has small square tables which often double as gaming tables on lazy days and most evenings.

Near the Head table, off to the East side, the double doors of the kitchen swing open. Near those doors, two long rectanglular tables are set up for food and drink service. On the eastern and western sides of the room, the stairs lead up to parallel hallways which connect to the rest of the Weyr. A third, smaller set of stairs at the southernmost end of the cavern leads to the Weyr Entrance.


If J'cobi isn't in his quarters, or out training people, then he's here. He doesn't afford himself leisure time, after all. Picking methodically through his meal, he stares at the surface of the table and plots out something with the point of his dinner knife. He drags it here and there across the table, eyes flicking back and forth.

Meal times are usually when the Headwoman's presence isn’t felt quite as keenly, what with her being behind the scenes and kicking whatever butt is necessary to ensure things run smoothly. However, today must be one of those rare days where things are ticking along just nicely, for there she comes in a clip of bootheels to rock in a direct path passed the bronzerider hunched over meal and plotting both.

"Yes?" J'cobi says to the table, though it's clear he's talking to the newly-arrived Headwoman, "Can I help you?"

She’s heard there’s a new weyrleader in town, she’s even knows his name. But actually have the pleasure of physically meeting him, Indira has not. Thus as she rounds the table J’cobi currently occupies, there comes a good few moments of closed face, narrow-eyed inspection as the bronzerider before her, is identified. Forthright as always, “-You’re- the J’cobi, weyrleader of all he surveys in Eastern Weyr, that everyone’s all atwitter about?” excuse the smidge of disbelief trickling in there.

J'cobi quirks an eyebrow, turning his head to take in the familiar looking woman and sighing slightly, "Ah. You. Yes?"

Aaaand cue the smirk. “Yes. Me.” Flat amusement in that. “Got yourself a pretty decent little set up here,” Indira comments, conveniently glossing over the one she’s just landed herself at the Weyr. Dark eyes flicker down to the knife J’cobi had been toying with and back up to his face, “You know, there are other ways to leave your mark other than scratching at my tables with that. Unless of course you’re bored with the pattern of the wood grain and were hoping to improve upon it.”

"Sorry, wasn't aware we were entertaining important dignitaries any time soon," J'cobi makes sure to scratch the table a little more before he draws the knife away and lets it clatter on the plate, "Is there anything you wanted specifically?"

Sardonically given, “I’d forgotten what a little ray of sunshine you are.” Shifting the pile of paperwork to one arm, Indira digs in her pocket, withdrawing the intricate, and somewhat tangled, knot that signifies the rank of weyrleader. Tossing it toward J’cobi, the knot lands and slithers across the table top, “I was going to try and be a little more formal and dignified about this, but considering you’re probably more keen to get back to…whatever that is,” the scratching, “I’ll make it short and sweet. You’re a weyrleader now,“ duh, “never leave home without that on your shoulder, honor and duty, blah, blah, blah, and all that fine stuff, okay?” Nooot exactly how it goes. But hey, look who she’s talking, not exactly Mr Chatty. “On second thoughts”, the Headwoman reaches towards the knot as if to retrieve it, “Maybe you do want this done the right way. Nod once if you understand.”

"This is fine," J'cobi answers, swiftly scooping up the knot and clasping it in his hand, "If I needed ceremony, I'd have asked for it." He pushes his plate away, leaning away to give her his full attention, "Anything else besides interior decorating and gifts?"

Despite the snark, Indira is human after all, this evidenced in the long look sent J’cobi’s way once he’s scooped the knot up. “I’m the last person to stand on tradition, and I’ll flatly deny it if you ever repeat it, but,” her flow of words pausing as she boldly takes up a seat opposite the weyrleader, “there is a certain something to be said for some aspects of it. Such as this,” a finger gesturing toward the knot in his hand, “you may have won it by the very nature of a horny bronze, but it’s yours nonetheless whether you wanted it or not, and that can’t be an easy thing to come to terms with.” She doesn’t add the ‘you ever want to talk, you know where I am’ bit, letting the steady hold of dark eyes say it for her. As to the question put to her, the Headwoman leans back in her chair and simply shrugs, “Not anything you need to worry your head about right now. Had some problems getting enough bed frames together for those that seem to be arriving daily, but that’s been sorted out. There is one thing though…”

The fact that he isn't flat out ignoring her now speaks volumes for the fact that he at least mildly appreciates the sentiment. He remains silent for a while, eyeing her carefully before nodding his head, "And that is?"

Straight business, the Headwoman dives in when opening to do so is given. “We need to start putting together some kind of census that encompasses all riders and residents as well as guests that may come and go. There are so many new faces right now, that it would be easy for someone…undesirable, to slip in unnoticed or someone to fall through the cracks and find themselves on the Thread end of an open sky for lack of proper arrangements having been made.” Shuffling through the paperwork that had been laid to one side when she sat down, Indira draws a sheet out and pushes it J’cobi’s way, “I’ll handle the resident and guests, if you can give me a list of all riders now formally looking to Eastern and those that may have brought or still want to bring, families with them?”

He almost protests, but simply nods his head and gives her his most committal 'I'll see what I can do.'

A dark brow lifts for what Indira sees as a noncommittal return. Despite all that she is capable of, the tousle haired blonde does have a softer side to her too. Patient and strangely kind she bypasses the bronzerider’s title, using his name as a means to bridging some sort of connection, “J’cobi, this,” a finger taps at the document handed over, “is what it’s all about. Not just keeping our hides in one piece when Thread falls, but this. Knowing who and what is in your Weyr,” giving him that possession, “knowing who it is you’re fighting so hard and laying your lives on the line for. This,” tapping yet again at the sheet of paper, “is silent testimony to all those coming here because they believe in what you’re doing here.” Leaning back and setting an intent look onto the younger man, “Never forget that.”

"I don't forget," J'cobi answers, giving Indira an extremely pointed look for a long moment before he stands up and cracks his neck by tilting it to one side and then the other, "And I don't miss training, either. I'll have your list."

Indira tips her head to one side, sending another of those long contemplative looks over the rising weyrleader, and then smiles, a dry little gesture at best. “No, I didn’t think you would.” Keeping whatever might be going through her mind at that point, out of her expression and to herself. “Thank you,” simple response to the list she’d requested. Once J’cobi leaves, the Headwoman is likely to stay where she is for a while yet, silently musing over the brief exchange before heading off to go and poke her nose in someone else’s life. Busybody, or genuinely caring about the wellbeing of those she feels responsible for?

J'cobi glances over his shoulder once as he goes, but he doesn't stop. He's got things he needs to do, after all. As he walks, however, he begins to make a few marks on the list he was offered. Adding down a few names that come immediately to mind.



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