13.Nov.18, 08:20 AM
R’nya watched quietly as Verec took notes, carefully figuring out how he was going to compose his next statement, questions, answers, the whole lot. He knew he had to play it off in the best possible light – more than just ‘this is what I want and I want you to give it to me’. That wouldn’t work, and R’nya didn’t want to make the Healing Hall grumpy with his Weyr, or him personally. They were too important and he had too great a need for them, both directly and indirectly.
When the Healer asked for more information, R’nya realised that he had no idea how to phrase his request. Shit. “I want to enrol Weyrfolk into your Hall.” He said, starting with the least hard part to swallow. “The Weyr will pay for their education.” He hardly expected the Hall to do it out of the goodness of their hearts; not when the Weyr was in a position to make payments and not when the Hall needed the funds to actually educate their students. R’nya had no idea what costs were involved in running a Hall, but he was fairly certain they didn’t have Marks just falling into their laps like the Weyr did.
Honestly, R’nya wasn’t even sure where most of the Marks he handed out to his Dragonriders every month came from. Well, he did, but nonetheless. Being a dragonrider was profitable, and he’d quickly seen the benefit to the Weyr of taxing his riders for things such as playing taxi or so such. There had been grumbling, of course – there always would be – but overall it was smooth. R’nya charged Marks for all kinds of weird shit, and Holder’s coughed up. Honestly, the Lords were the worst… why pay a minimum fee and ride green, when they could pay six times the amount and ride bronze?
At any rate! R’nya returned his attention on Verec, and steepled his fingers together, elbows on the arms of his chair. “Notably,” he continued, “I want present and future Goldriders to be educated,” a pause. “Up to Junior Journeyman standard.” He eyed Verec pointedly. “They do not need the rank, just the education.” He wasn’t going to ask the MasterHealer to tap all his goldriders – and a handful of his best Candidates – to become Journeymen and then hand them back to the Weyr; R’nya just wanted them to be fully trained. But mostly, he wanted them to feel useful.
If there was one thing he’d learned as Weyrleader, between Rhaedalyn and his time with Quilriana, it was that women did not like to feel useless. R’nya knew not all of them would be cut out for the requirements of even making a junior apprentice, but even just learning how to navigate a crisis would be expediential for the Weyr’s future.
When the Healer asked for more information, R’nya realised that he had no idea how to phrase his request. Shit. “I want to enrol Weyrfolk into your Hall.” He said, starting with the least hard part to swallow. “The Weyr will pay for their education.” He hardly expected the Hall to do it out of the goodness of their hearts; not when the Weyr was in a position to make payments and not when the Hall needed the funds to actually educate their students. R’nya had no idea what costs were involved in running a Hall, but he was fairly certain they didn’t have Marks just falling into their laps like the Weyr did.
Honestly, R’nya wasn’t even sure where most of the Marks he handed out to his Dragonriders every month came from. Well, he did, but nonetheless. Being a dragonrider was profitable, and he’d quickly seen the benefit to the Weyr of taxing his riders for things such as playing taxi or so such. There had been grumbling, of course – there always would be – but overall it was smooth. R’nya charged Marks for all kinds of weird shit, and Holder’s coughed up. Honestly, the Lords were the worst… why pay a minimum fee and ride green, when they could pay six times the amount and ride bronze?
At any rate! R’nya returned his attention on Verec, and steepled his fingers together, elbows on the arms of his chair. “Notably,” he continued, “I want present and future Goldriders to be educated,” a pause. “Up to Junior Journeyman standard.” He eyed Verec pointedly. “They do not need the rank, just the education.” He wasn’t going to ask the MasterHealer to tap all his goldriders – and a handful of his best Candidates – to become Journeymen and then hand them back to the Weyr; R’nya just wanted them to be fully trained. But mostly, he wanted them to feel useful.
If there was one thing he’d learned as Weyrleader, between Rhaedalyn and his time with Quilriana, it was that women did not like to feel useless. R’nya knew not all of them would be cut out for the requirements of even making a junior apprentice, but even just learning how to navigate a crisis would be expediential for the Weyr’s future.