We got this...Right?

Weyrwoman's Office
A bare room with sparse decoration…for now


It's suffice to say that Reya was /banking/ on Szetamirath rising first which means that she now finds herself woefully unprepared and looking around the Weyrleadership's offices with a wrinkled brow….and at an unusually early hour. Most days she would still be in bed, but the woman had quietly snuck away to stare at one of the spaces she would now be inhabiting. The Senior's office is bare now, with Aliona having gone, and all that remains is Reya sitting in the middle of an empty room. "You weren't glowing…" There's a quiet murmur of words under the woman's breathe, and though the door is open she doesn't seem to think anyone else is coming around given she's speaking out loud to Fuerioth. But the gold has no answer, and for a moment Reya looks uncharacteristically serious. That will /probably/ change within 24 hours, but for now…

Sev is not a betting man, but he never would have banked on Aedeluth catching. It was a toss up, as far as whether it would be Jaz or Reya with the senior's knot (and don't ask him if he had a preference. He didn't), and finding himself playing second-in-command to a new Leader was intimidating enough. Finding HIMSELF that new leader? (NEVER MIND that now his own 'second's spot is… empty. Woe). It's been A. Day. Probably a few. But here he is, looking… not really bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but at least not hung over? Step. Step. Step. Stop. Peer. Frown. A moment in which Sev debates totally running the other way, before he finally just steps in and clears his throat. "Hey, Reya." Serious faces all around!

"SEV, MY MAN, HELLO! WHAT IS HANGING?" The awkwardness of the greeting is almost physically painful honestly because Reya's expression turns from seriousness to an panicky half smile. "WELCOME!" Yeah, she is shouting without entirely realizing it. At least not until Fuerioth mumbles something about indoor voices into the Weyrwoman's head. "How are you upon this quite fine morning?" This seems to be only getting worse. But a quick cold snap from her life mate's mind is what finally brings the rider back to semblance of sense and she /finally/ quiets for a moment. During that time she does manage to get to her feet and….then proceeds to awkwardly stand there some more. Not because of any awkwardness that comes with flights, she is /quite/ used to that by now. No, it's the fact that here they are, in two very new positions that she never truly prepared for.

"Uh…" Is it too late to run the other way? It's probably too late to run the other way. But still, there's a hesitation that comes as S'van steps entirely into the room, the look he casts toward Reya borderline-suspicious before it melts into something more sympathetic. It's not the flight that's awkward, it's the giant, shiny-new knots they've each got on their shoulders. "Doing… well, to be honest, I've been better!" At least he says it with a typical lopsided smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "But hey, it could be worse, right?" And who knows? There's a volcano brewing on the horizon, maybe it WILL get worse?? But Sev will hope for the best, and even attempt a returned, "How are… you?"

"I am…." Reya trails off, her voice no longer taking on that awkward volume. Instead of immediately finishing the sentence, she runs a hand over her face and shakes her head. "I don't know…lost? This isn't what I /do/. I didn't anticipate any of this." If she put her mind to it she got things done, but Reya was certainly not the most responsible. She skipped meetings, lost paperwork, and generally neglected anything other than her 'big projects' unless Fuerioth /made/ her. "I know what I'm /supposed/ to do, but….it's just a lot." And here a sigh escapes her lips, dark eyes moving over towards S'van once more. "I don't want to be the one that runs Monaco into the ground, you know?"

"I know." And boy does he. "But it'll be alright, right?" A few steps takes him further into the space, bringing him well within conversational distance. "You've watched Ali. You've seen what she does. It's not… I mean if you want you can just delegate everything to Jaz," he points out, half joking. More seriously, there's a slide of his gaze around the vacant office and a bit of a frown before he schools it away. "And I'm here," he offers, with a lot more confidence than he feels. "So, you know… between the two of us… I think Monaco will be fine." A moment of hesitation, and he admits, "I'm a little scared, too."

"Now /that/ is a great idea, the whole delegation bit…" Reya finally throws a real grin in the Weyrleader's direction, though it's hard to tell how seriously she means those words. "And you watched S'u so this should be….natural." And yet it clearly isn't. The woman breathes in deeply, a sympathetic glance shot in S'van's direction before he stretches out her legs. "I've felt at home here for so many turns now, but it's finally hitting that these are /our/ people. And being responsible for all those people? It's terrifying. And I don't want to change but…I think in some ways I'll have no choice." But not in /all/ ways. S'van will /definitely/ get MANY big, terribly impossible ideas, slide across his desc. Some will be under her name, some under some sort of pseudonym.

S'van's smile is far too dry to be cheerful, ironic amusement laced in his "I did," for having watched S'u. Because watching and doing? Two very different things (just pretend he didn't try to pitch the same argument to Reya!). With a sigh, the six and a half feet tall giant of a bronzerider drops himself down and neatly folds himself into a seated position in Reya's vacant office. "Yup," he agrees, for those people. Those many, MANY people. That they are not responsible for. "It's…" Daunting. "… Gonna be fine." It probably won't. But Sev will at least maintain his sanity and veto anything TOO outrageous. "The good news," he decides, "Is that Ali and S'u did a good job so… we just gotta keep going with what they started. Deal with things as they come up, but… you know… all the other stuff should be good, right? Trades and agreements and things…" The stuff he avoided because it was POLITICAL and FRUSTRATING. "It won't be so bad, Reya. And you won't have to change everything. Just… you know… attend a few more meetings. Baby steps."

"Do you remember what happened at the last meeting I went to? Or maybe you weren't there…." Reya's expression twist into a mischievous little smirk, which may or may not have something to do with how she managed to easily offend some holders with her lack of filtered words. "You know what I need? An assistant to do…things." Aka mischief. But whatever shhhh it's fine. "But I do think we could keep the status quo, mostly /you/." She's starting to relax a little bit, though her mind is still run over with misgivings. "No one's died yet….right?" Because now she's frowning and seriously considering whether someone has yet. What a thing it would be to welcome them on the job? Course FIRE and VOLCANOS are also great signs of impending doom.

"If they have, it's not because of us," declares S'van, who is looking like he's really, really hoping no one has died, period. "You have an assistant! That's what Jaz is for. And the headwoman, and her assistants, and… basically everyone who works in the lower caverns." Plenty of minions for the picking! Plenty of shenanigans that will have Sev tearing out his hair and wondering if early retirement is a thing. A sigh, and he flops back to lay completely on the floor, forgoing decorum and sprawling out in the space provided. "You should hang things from the ceiling," he decides at random. "And no," he adds, harkening back to an earlier question, "I don't remember what happened — probably because I wasn't there. But I'm almost positive you can behave yourself if you really, really want too. Or maybe Fuerioth can attend in your stead," he teases. "Doubt anyone's gonna argue with her."

"Oh…." Reya's eyes widen slightly as if once /again/ realizing how many people they're leading. But quite soon she's following S'van's suit and flopping down onto the floor. "If only the sea monster skeleton could be moved here from the Lunar Shoals….maybe something equally horrifying can be found." She's particularly fond of that little pet project. "You going to put a pool table in yours? Or am I going to be the only one with an office that isn't /completely/ serious?" There's a hint of teasing in her voice before she stretches both hands up as if to examine her fingers. "I've been known to behave a time or two." But he's right, that's if she /really/ wants to. "Fuerioth would probably do better than me to be honest, and if the holders don't want to acquiesce to our requests…she can just eat them." She will /not/ of course, but it's a nice thought.

"There's a thought! Maybe I'll have Aede join in my stead, too. Course, he might actually eat someone. Or at least take off a limb or two, given sufficient motivation." Sev is not serious, but there's a fair bit of true amusement in his expression for the thought. If only problems could be handled so easily. "Hmm. I'll probably let Jae decorate it. He's good at that sort of thing. I'd just throw a desk in, and be done with it. Maybe a chair or two. A bookshelf…" if he could be bothered to haul one up from storage. "Probably not a pool table, though. Don't think it'll fit through the door." Woe! "I'm sure we could find something sufficiently intimidating to hang from your ceiling," he declares. "Might not be a sea monster, but something…"

"I would pay to see that," Reya chuckles at the imagery for a moment before nodding. "Bet it'll turn out nicely then…though maybe you could have a teensy pool table to fit on your desks. I bet someone from the woodcraft could manage that." She's honestly just relishing the idea of S'van trying to make mini trick shots. As he proceeds to talk about something more intimidating there's a quick snap of her fingers. "Fake human skeleton! We could hang it on the wall behind my desk!" And THERE is the crazy that everyone knows and does not always love!

The fact that Sev is actually considering commissioning a desktop pool table (which is clear by the sudden "huh…" and 'thinking face') means he's probably gonna do it. Someday, some way, there will be tiny trick shots. But that thinking face gets wiped right off at the mention of what Reya plans to hang on her wall, a small coughing fit prompting the Weyrleader to push back up into sitting so he doesn't choke. "A… a human skeleton?" Apparently, this is just a teensy bit over the line for him. "What if… what about maybe, like… a giant feline skeleton, instead?" Compromise! "I could even probably get you a real one of those…"

"It would be /fake/, remember? Just imagine if someone got in trouble and then WHAM look at what happened to the LAST person that got in trouble you /troublemaker/." Reya practically chortles at the thought before bolting straight up when S'van mentions a feline skeleton. "Don't you dare!" Because she totally made friends with a jungle cat when she was younger. What a weirdo. "But….if it's already dead…." Maybe that would work. "Or it could be a /mix/ of random creature bones." Oh dear. Thankfully everyone is saved from that line of thinking because there's a polite knock at the doorframe from someone who is pretending that the new Weyrleadership isn't just rolling about on the carpet talking about nonsense. "Sir…Ma'am…there's a message for you." A message about something mundane? Or perhaps about trouble on the horizon? They'll surely find out soon enough!

"The last troublemaker might have been *you*," decides S'van, though his tone is affectionate and his grin is playful. "But really… maybe a mish-mash would work best…" and then his voice trails off, and he has the grace to look just a tiny bit embarrassed for having been found discussing questionable wall-décor on the floor of the Weyrwoman's office, when that message about a message arrives. "I'll handle it," he assures, shoving himself to his feet. "You figure out your office, and I'll let you know if it's something important." And then he's gone, serious Weyrleader-face (which is pretty much the same as his Weyrsecond face) back in place as he goes to attend to business. Woe.


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