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Treats and Thanks

Writers: Chelle, Clancey
Date Posted: 19th March 2014

Characters: Rhosyn, Solieira
Description: Rhosyn and Solieira discuss several Weyr matters.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 5, day 7 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Tsaera, Eirlira, Lenala, Reeva


As usual, Sol packed a basket of treats to take to Rhosyn. The only
difference now that the Weyrwoman was farther along in her pregnancy were
the treats had changed a bit, and there were many more of them. This was not
necessarily a planned visit, but she knew Rhosyn's schedule well enough to
know the goldrider would be free and home about now, and so she made her way
to Rhosyn's weyr and knocked. There were many things to discuss, one of them
being the return of Tsaera. Sol was beyond happy to see her old friend
again, and please to have someone near her own age to share memories of
River Bluff as it had been. But it was also true that Rhosyn was the
Weyrwoman now, and so adjustments had to be made.

"Do come in." She knew who it was since there were only so many people who
would be coming to her personal weyr at this point and she had already
spoken with most of the others. Rhosyn was ensconced in her bed but she
slowly got up and made her way to the comfortable chair she'd had put in
there to read in.

Sol smiled faintly at Rhosyn, moving around. The poor woman. Sol wasn't
sure Rhosyn was enjoying her pregnancy or not, but she hoped so.

The basket was placed near her chair, and Sol settled nearby. "How are you
feeling, lady? You seem healthy enough. I thought I would check in on
you, and see what we might need to discuss, if anything."

"Well the most obvious thing is this baby, then Tsaera, and then probably
Eirlira." That was all she could think of for now. Peeking into the basket,
she rummaged around before coming up with a nice fruit. "It won't be long
now. I can't fly anymore. I'll do my duties as Weyrwoman on the ground till
I can't. Then Lenala will."

"It's nice to have help though... Tsaera came back at a great time. Lenala
seems to be shaping up too. You've done a fine job with her." She smiled.
"What about Eirlira?" Sol's face didn't change - she was too in control for
that - but her smile did fade somewhat. Eirlira did not like chores and
often had a bit of an ...ahh... attitude when Sol gave her assignments,
especially for things she did not want to do.

But Eirlira was not much different than some other younglings Sol had
managed over the turns, and if she had to, she'd take a spoon to her bottom
the way she had done with those louts of bakers boys all those turns ago.

"She expressed interest to Tsaera that she wanted to be her assistant.
Tsaera came to me, we talked it over, and I've decided if you're
agreeable-we'll put Eirlira to inventory help in the kitchens. That way she
works with numbers, items, and lists and not too much with other people
besides yourself and your Assistant. It will also keep her closely confined.
She'll still do her usual candidate chores like firestone and the like since
everyone does that." Rhosyn wanted to see if anything changed. If it didn't,
then it proved her point. If it did, then maybe it was a good thing. "What
do you think?"

"That is just fine. As long as she has a good head for figures, I could
use the help. She might enjoy the work since it's a bit of a trusted
position." She liked to organize her own help her own way but it was a fine
suggestion. "I had planned to put her to helping the bakers, but this will
be good."

She went on about another topic entirely. "Make sure you are taking care of
yourself, Rhosyn. You have great help...let us help when you need it."

Looking down at her belly, she frowned and nodded. "Reeva says everything's
normal. I just get tired like every other pregnant woman so if they can deal
with it, I can deal with it. And anyway, Lenala and Tsaera are helping so
it'll be okay. As far as things go, I plan on being completely unable to
work sometime at the beginning of month 6 if things now are any indication.
I could be wrong, but I want to plan on that. And Reeva says a few sevendays
to recover after tops." She wanted to make sure Solieira had everything in
place for when that happened. Lenala would still be grounded then so she
would be able to take over completely.

Sol nodded affably. "All is in hand, Rhosyn." After all, Sol had been
Headwoman here for longer than Rhosyn had been alive, or nearly. "Don't worry.
Spend the time you need to recover physically, but also emotionally." She wasn't
sure she could have given up her own children, but it was the normal practice with
riders, especially busy goldriders. "Tsaera ran this Weyr for turns upon turns.
I would not worry one single minute about it, or her. Although I know it does me
no good to say it, I am sure." She smiled; it had never worked with Tsaera
either. Weyrwomen cared about their Weyrs.

She planned to leave the basket with her Weyrwoman and pushed it that way.
"Was there anything else? I don't want to keep you."

"No I think that was all. Just...thank you." She had to admit, despite her
hang-ups and all Solieira had been a huge help and had never treated her any differently. It
had taken a bit to get used to, but she rather liked her Headwoman.

And she never would. One thing Sol was - fair to everyone. And she
pretty much treated everyone the same, no matter who they were. And if
they became friends along the way, all the better. The Headwoman smiled
warmly. "You are welcome Lady. See you soon, hmm?"

Last updated on the March 21st 2014


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