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05.Oct.18, 08:29 AM
Not for the first time, R’nya ran over his mental arguments as Xyreith lowered himself carefully to the ground, folding his wings and peering around at all the staring Journeymen and apprentices with amusement; not that the people in question would know that. After taking a moment to compose himself, which R’nya played off by talking quietly to Xyreith, the bronzerider slid elegantly down the side of his dragon and landed lightly on the ground by his bonded’s feet. Taking off his helmet and gloves, R’nya gave them to Xyreith before making his way quietly and with confident strides towards the Master Crafter’s office.
Despite his apparent confidence, R’nya was decidedly uncomfortable. It was one thing to be a Weyrleader of Fort, but honestly, R’nya had no idea what he was doing as often as not, and trying to look clam and confident and in charge when in the same room as a man who had – no doubt – been groomed to be the Master Crafter since he was at least R’nya’s age, if not younger, was intimidating! Not that R’nya thought the other man knew that, since he went to extreme lengths to appear both comfortable and in control. Jajojin probably helped with that more than he ever knew, since the ex-bronzerider was an incredibly uncomfortable man to be around. R’nya hoped Xyreith never left him behind like that.
Striding into the building and down the hallway, R’nya nodded at the folks that seemed intent on catching his attention, but didn’t stop to talk to anyone. He was on a mission, though not for the first time. The first time R’nya had come to the Hall, had been to both congratulate and console the Master for the loss of his Journeyman, as well as to glean more information in regards to the disaster that had been the Istan Hatching; he would dearly like to avoid anything like that happening on his Sands, and while Aradissicath and Xyreith had produced calm clutches in comparison, it wouldn’t do to become complacent.
That visit had been just before Jajojin had come to him with the half demand, half request that R’nya get young Madiquel entered into the Hall as a healer. While Jajojin had been focused solely on the requirement of his daughter’s education, once the mentor had left him, R’nya had mulled it over quite seriously, particularly in regards to the fact that the Master Healer had been rather put out about losing one of his Journeymen. R’nya had mulled over it for several days before sitting down with Rhaedalyn one evening, and sharing his thoughts with her. He was both pleased, and slightly surprised, by her support – particularly for Madiquel to leave them. The child had been incredibly helpful with their own children.
The problem, R’nya thought as he made his way towards the door he was after, was that he found the idea so strange – a female, general, Healer – that he knew it wouldn’t be something the Hall would swallow too easily. Granted, the Halls has women in them – nurses, and midwives and such – but none of them took up the general practice that R’nya had decided he wanted the women of his Weyr to be granted. He wanted them to be educated in the same general classes as the male Apprentices, and he wanted them to come home with a solid education that would grant them Journeyman-ship, even if the Hall wouldn’t officially tap them.
But how to spin the idea as beneficial to the Hall?
Lifting his fist, R’nya knocked solidly on the door. He knew that Verec was expecting him, as he had borrowed Whisper four days previous to arrange for the meeting. He hadn’t told the Crafter what he was visiting for, just requested the man’s time, and that he understood that he was undoubtedly still quite busy from the fires that had accosted Ista. The lesser burned and injured folk were back on their feet and those that could were helping put Ista back to rights, but there were many who had been injured more than quick healing burns. R’nya frowned for a moment, but smoothed his features before entering when he heard Verec’s side-tracked voice letting him know he could do so.
“Good afternoon, Master Crafter,” R’nya said politely, watching with a sort of mild amusement as a chastised looking Apprentice darted out of the room and closed the door behind him. R’nya smiled slightly but opted not to ask about what the youngster had clearly done to deserve the Master’s ire. “I hope you are well,” he said sincerely, taking the seat indicated was for him, and looking around with casual interest as he waited for Verec to finish whatever it was he was up to, and let him know if they were going to do nice small talk first, or jump right into the whole ‘what do you want, dragonrider?’ part of the meeting. With Telgar’s Hatching just days away, R’nya had a fair idea of where he’d start, at least.
Despite his apparent confidence, R’nya was decidedly uncomfortable. It was one thing to be a Weyrleader of Fort, but honestly, R’nya had no idea what he was doing as often as not, and trying to look clam and confident and in charge when in the same room as a man who had – no doubt – been groomed to be the Master Crafter since he was at least R’nya’s age, if not younger, was intimidating! Not that R’nya thought the other man knew that, since he went to extreme lengths to appear both comfortable and in control. Jajojin probably helped with that more than he ever knew, since the ex-bronzerider was an incredibly uncomfortable man to be around. R’nya hoped Xyreith never left him behind like that.
Striding into the building and down the hallway, R’nya nodded at the folks that seemed intent on catching his attention, but didn’t stop to talk to anyone. He was on a mission, though not for the first time. The first time R’nya had come to the Hall, had been to both congratulate and console the Master for the loss of his Journeyman, as well as to glean more information in regards to the disaster that had been the Istan Hatching; he would dearly like to avoid anything like that happening on his Sands, and while Aradissicath and Xyreith had produced calm clutches in comparison, it wouldn’t do to become complacent.
That visit had been just before Jajojin had come to him with the half demand, half request that R’nya get young Madiquel entered into the Hall as a healer. While Jajojin had been focused solely on the requirement of his daughter’s education, once the mentor had left him, R’nya had mulled it over quite seriously, particularly in regards to the fact that the Master Healer had been rather put out about losing one of his Journeymen. R’nya had mulled over it for several days before sitting down with Rhaedalyn one evening, and sharing his thoughts with her. He was both pleased, and slightly surprised, by her support – particularly for Madiquel to leave them. The child had been incredibly helpful with their own children.
The problem, R’nya thought as he made his way towards the door he was after, was that he found the idea so strange – a female, general, Healer – that he knew it wouldn’t be something the Hall would swallow too easily. Granted, the Halls has women in them – nurses, and midwives and such – but none of them took up the general practice that R’nya had decided he wanted the women of his Weyr to be granted. He wanted them to be educated in the same general classes as the male Apprentices, and he wanted them to come home with a solid education that would grant them Journeyman-ship, even if the Hall wouldn’t officially tap them.
But how to spin the idea as beneficial to the Hall?
Lifting his fist, R’nya knocked solidly on the door. He knew that Verec was expecting him, as he had borrowed Whisper four days previous to arrange for the meeting. He hadn’t told the Crafter what he was visiting for, just requested the man’s time, and that he understood that he was undoubtedly still quite busy from the fires that had accosted Ista. The lesser burned and injured folk were back on their feet and those that could were helping put Ista back to rights, but there were many who had been injured more than quick healing burns. R’nya frowned for a moment, but smoothed his features before entering when he heard Verec’s side-tracked voice letting him know he could do so.
“Good afternoon, Master Crafter,” R’nya said politely, watching with a sort of mild amusement as a chastised looking Apprentice darted out of the room and closed the door behind him. R’nya smiled slightly but opted not to ask about what the youngster had clearly done to deserve the Master’s ire. “I hope you are well,” he said sincerely, taking the seat indicated was for him, and looking around with casual interest as he waited for Verec to finish whatever it was he was up to, and let him know if they were going to do nice small talk first, or jump right into the whole ‘what do you want, dragonrider?’ part of the meeting. With Telgar’s Hatching just days away, R’nya had a fair idea of where he’d start, at least.
