Hannah And Deon Chat About The Lack Of Headwomen

Logfile from Hannah.
06.14.2004

Main Beach (#590)
The beach here is of a fine, glittering black sand… volcanic sand, remnants of a long-past eruption. The beach is fairly wide, which is a good thing since many of the Weyr's dragons like to come here and lounge in the sun. The crystal blue waters of the ocean roll up in gentle hissing waves on the shoreline, sometimes leaving shells or other treasures from the sea in their wake. On the north and south ends of the beach, the cliff from the plateau retreats into the forest, and trees flank the beaches.
It is an autumn evening.
Out on the pier, you see one ship.
To the south, you see a Brown dragon.
Curled up in the sand are ten firelizards.
Green Zoryanth, green Miravith, green Belissaith, blue Valanth, and gold Dhiammarath are here.
You see Minecraft Booth, drink tray, Prize Box, and Tirek here.
You notice Nanli, Galena, Lib, Darcy, Ariah, and Aemergin asleep here.
Obvious exits:
Plateau Hillside Path North Beach Pier Water South Beach

You go to the Landing Overlook.

Here a stair, there a stair, you work your way across the landing and down towards the bowl.

You go into the living cavern.

Living Cavern (#4190)
The smooth, rounded walls cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient, lustrous tables run along the axis of the cavern, and at the far end rests the raised dais and high table, where Weyrleaders and honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is embedded into stone: a smoking mountain in black on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.
Perched near the food are twenty-nine firelizards.
You see Moss, Oogly, and Manokimo here.
Obvious exits:
Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns

Deon (#23591)
Luscious auburn locks are captured in a roguish runners-tail, a few unmanly wisps escaping to hang listlessly in startling blue eyes. Nose and mouth are slightly crooked but exactly where you would expect them to be just above a strong stubbled jaw, his manly visage ruined by a smattering of faint boyish freckles. Tending towards bulk, his frame is nicely toned, if a little shy of 6 feet. Despite the freckles he has managed to achieve an acceptable tan.
Dressed for comfort and Ista's heat, Deon sticks to the basics. A deep dusty green tunic hangs from his broad shoulders, leaving toned arms bare. It is tucked into a simple brown wher-hide belt. He wears a pair of short trousers, or long shorts depending on your point of view, the faded black fabric stopping just below his knees. Upon his rather large feet is a pair of rather simple sandals.
Deon now sports the tricky orange and black twist of the Istan Weyr Steward. Say isn't he a little too young and sexy to be steward?
He is a young adult of about 21. He is awake, but seems rather distracted.

Hannah happens to be buried deep within what appears to be work. A cup of cooling klah sits off to her side, apparently forgotten. Faint drifts of steam still rise up off the now cooling liquid. Every so often, she moves just enough to make a notation on her hides, tthen sighing softly.

Deon is currently running away from work, so intially he does avoid the Weyrwoman, however his current lack of anything resembling a social life prompts him to interrupt. "Weyrwoman. A moment of your time?" He interrupts rather formally. Poor man, he's all but dead on his feet, and it shows.

Hannah lifts her head, visibly blinking away the strains of work. She reaches up to pinch and then rub the bridge of her nose, shaking her mind free of the last vestiges of her thoughts. "Yes?" She gives him a blank, though not un-friendly, look. Absently she picks the mug of klah up as if to take a sip, but puts it down instead just a little further up from it's original position.

Deon clears his throat. "Do you have any solutions to our current lack of headwoman Ma'am. I've tried putting it on the assistants." He snorts. "And I can settle a certain amount myself, but yeah, it needs sorting." He concludes, stating things the way they are, also rather neutrally. "I'm just trying to find some other solutions. Ma'am." He remains standing, but rubs his forehead as he speaks.

Waving her hand toward an empty bench, "Have a seat. No, I haven't yet found a solution to that problem. I've come across several possible candidates to fill the position, but…" Her voice trails off as she rifles through the hides. Pulling a rather small piece out of the pile, she hands it to him. "This is what I have so far. Of the people interested, maybe two seem that they might be able to actually handle the job."

Deon takes the seat and the hide, perusing it quickly. "You've met them?" He asks, folding his legs, as he does every time he sits down. "Can't say I'd like either for the job. They might be able to handle it, but that one." He jabs a finger at a name. "Melida, she's too easily distracted. And while I haven't caught her at it yet, Cyfia, she hits the skins pretty hard if you know what I mean." He winces wryly, he wants a headwoman just as badly as Hannah. "But I guess either will do in a pinch." He rocks his hands. "Maybe as additional assistants, so that the insides get dealt with at least." He concludes.

Hannah shrugs her shoulders, "I've met them briefly while entertaining the thought their viability as a headwoman. Quite honestly, you probably know them better. As I've said I've met them only briefly." She rubs her temples again, "It will do us no good to get a wastrel in the position. We need someone dependable. Do you know of anyone else? Perhaps, we could speak to the Hold… they may have someone who is capable and who is in need of a relocation."

Deon snorts. "Unfortunately the Hold manages thier capable women rather well, and tend to actually use them." He winks, wry humor evident. "I could see who I could get come up from back at Southern. But I'd need to borrow someone for transportation. Can't be away for too long you know, the place would fall apart." He stretches. "I did, however manage to find a nanny today." Oh yeah he's proud. "From Igen, but she should be good for the littlies. Tells storys she says."

"Mmmnnn. Maybe use L'eytin for transport?" Hannah suggests, toying with the edge of her hides. "If only we could manage our women as efficiently, eh? Still, there has to be some responsible woman around the weyr who is not just barely escaping childhood." Giving him a quick, curious look, she asks, "Oh? Who is the new nanny?"

Deon chuckles. "There were, but they get snatched rather quickly by dragons from one weyr or another." It's another thing he has learnt to accept. "Oh, Jiatra. Fresh from Igen I'd imagine given her clothes. Very exotic." While he tends to maintain a rather friendly aspect for females, he's not always looking. "She's already used to heat, so that's an advantage."

Hannah quirks an eyebrow, "Too true. Our Searches tend to take the more able women away from us. The flighty ones too." Ruefully, she shuffles the hides about a bit, having fallen silent for a moment. "Is she? Sounds like the children will get a kick out of trying to figure out her mystery. At least she's used to the heat. Summer'll be upon us next thing we know."

Deon thinks for a moment, his blocky fingers making raspy noises as he rubs his chin. he bristles you know, especially when he is working as hard as he is now. "Only a couple of turns more, and I'll be safe from such predations, and be yours entirely." He waggles his brows, with good natured suggestion. "We can hope. At the very least, she'll be something different for them. I'm almost wishing she had a few sisters then all my problems will be solved, and I can get back to fascinating reports on Runner waste and the like." He loves his job.

"But rarely do families share the same amount of competance between them." Hannah gives him a quick smile, "Ah, yes. You are still vulnerable to the lure of being asked to Stand. Unless you just say no." She leans back, steepling her fingers underneath her chin. "There has to be someone within the weyr that can fill in until we find someone more permanent? At least for your sake. Maybe more assistants?"

Deon waggles a finger. "Shush, no shattering my boyish dreams." His lips twitch, the breather undoubtedly allowing him a recharge of his irrepressable humor. "I've got just the right amount, for normal stewardly duties." He answers. "Knowing my luck though, I'd have just as much trouble trying to find a new assistant, as I am finding a headwoman."

Hannah's lips twitch wryly, "Very true. And then when you do, she'll only be snatched up again." She gives a quick glance around the caverns, possibly looking for someone, before she says, "Besides, there is usually a plethora of Candidates to use as help too. Possibly soon again too. Quarith looks like she could possibly come into her Season."

Deon didn't get his lofty position by good looks alone, he also has a brain. "Indeed, they are always good for a few months at least, and I promise to work on talking a few into staying behind." He winks. "Those who haven't already been persuaded naturally." He rubs his hands together in anticipation.

Hannah chuckles softly. "Yes, we could see that as a golden opportunity to try and keep the non-impressed at the weyr." After a moment's pause, she adds thoughtfully, "Though usually they're less than enthused to still be at the weyr, dragonless."

Deon grins. "Well I'll just charm them and offer insane amounts of dosh. That'll get 'em banging our doors down. A few of the Hold-bred girls stay behind every time, they're adaptable." He sighs, it's the ones that go however that he really wants. "Ah it'll work out. Just gotta keep on plugging at it I guess." He's paid to worry, the optimism comes for free.

"Yes. We can't borrow trouble, we have enough as it is." Hannah leans back to stretch some of the kinks out of her back before going back to tackle the problem. "Candidates, though, should help ease some of the burden. If only someone would rise to give us an excuse to start gathering them!"
Deon winks. "If you could have a friendly word in Dhiammarath's ear I would be much obliged." He remarks facetiously. "If only it was that easy, doll. We'd never have to worry again. Except when those Search dragons start snuffling around our lower caverns." He concludes.

Hannah cannot suppress a shudder, "Oh, please. I'm more than happy with Dhiammarath content to sleep the hot nights away. I've never been fond of the whole proddy aspect. Though one gets used to it. Perhaps it's Amerasuth's time? Or Quarith's time?" Her own movements are a little jittery, perhaps due to her own secret knowledge? "Yes. If only we could keep our Inner Cavern folk safe."

Deon shrugs, he only gets a thimble full with his firelizards. "Yeah. Well, I'll just keep on wishing and hoping for one of them to go up. And for a whole gross of capable unsearchable women to magically appear. But now, I've got to get back, and read some more on why the sheets should be dyed green." He rolls his eyes, it's definately not his cup of tea.

Hannah quirks an eyebrow, "Enjoy that. I've got to move myself back to the Council rooms to make sure I get all of this done. Keep me posted on the headwoman problem." She gives him a quick wave of farewell.

[End of Log]

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