Dinner had been ordered in that night, while the Weyrleaders poured over the expansive amounts of reports that always seemed to pile in around Turns' End, and the orders that would go out after Turns' Beginning. It was as though the whole of the world took inventory at the end of every Turn, and Atricis was no exception. While the rest of the Weyr was preparing to celebrate the next two days off, Safryn and L'van were pouring over hides and papers so they could hope to share in the festivities with their loved ones.
There came a knock at the door, and one of them told them to enter, and the kitchen workers brought in the trays and settled them on the cabinet top against the wall meant just for these late nights in the office of the Weyrleaders. "Can I get you anything else Ma'am? Sir?" One of the young ladies asked before she bobbed her in acquiescence. Safryn glanced over at the bronzerider, quirking a brow at him before glancing at the counter with the arrangement of trays and drinks already. "I think we are quite well, thank you. We'll call should anything arise." The goldrider replied gratefully and smiled at the young woman as she bowed out and closed the door behind her.
Safryn rose from her seat then and moved toward the steaming pot of klah that had been brought in, picking up a mug for herself and a questioning look at the bronzerider, silently asking if he would like one too. Pouring the klah for them each, Safryn opened the cuboard at her knee and withdrew a dark bottle that held a little something stronger to help them through this tedious night. Just a dollop in each mug, just enough for flavor and a hint of reprieve, and she carefully replaced the bottle and closed the cupboard as though it had never been opened.
Carrying the mugs back over to the table, she set one down in front of L'van and then moved to take her seat once, though lingered for a moment, enjoying the stretch of standing for a bit longer. "Did you see the letter from Keetin? Sounds like he's settling in quite well. I thought he might." She said almost absently, knowing the Weyrleader had read the letter as well, but it was nice to talk about more pleasant things instead of the piles of not so pleasant topics they needed to address. The young zultaniterider and his Lauruth had been sent to Ivory Tower Weyrhold shortly after Lauruth's clutch had hatched and she was at full capacity once more.
The weyrhold would not accept a golden hide among their ranks, but they needed the strength of more clutches upon their sands, still a young and growing settlement. She had spoken with Keetin many times since Lauruth's last Flight and broached the subject about sending them as a fertile zulatnite pair to aid their allies and strengthen those ties between them. Safryn trusted the young man, knew he was a fine representative and would do Atricis proud while serving the Weyrhold. He would become their main contact with Ivory Tower and their Leader Maeva, acting as diplomat and courier, which suited him fine as he still had many ties to the Weyr.
It was a tad ironic however, that his sisters' return to Atricis came before his transfer was complete, so the young man had to unfortunately leave her again not long after. However, his transfer, was one of the reasons they could accept Keket and her gold back into Atricis, as the mature females were slowing down with the ending of the Pass, they didn't need as many clutching females in the Weyr either. Let Ivory Tower have the strength of a queen that would Rise more often than a slowing gold, Atricis already had strength in their numbers to lend.
"Ah, and Keket mentioned to me that Lamiath usually Rises in the Summers." She spoke up suddenly, as if the bronzerider had been able to follow her internal train of thought. "So we'll have to keep a watch next Turn to see if Soquilith will show signs of slowing down, or if we'll have dueling queens on our hands. Thankfully, I believe she said it was Late Summers, and Soqui is usually early enough in the seasons... but these changes, we'll just have to be mindful." Safryn mused softly as she lifted the mug of klah to her lips for a slurping sip of the restorative drink.
Only then did she finally sink in her seat once more, tucking a leg beneath her and glancing at the sea of reports and inventories in front of them. A soft sigh escaped her as she gave a glance about her, and her gaze flickered up toward L'van. It was a hard job, a rewarding job though, but it wasn't easy getting everything to line up just right to keep them functioning efficiently and seemingly effortlessly. There was so much they needed to discuss, this business with Igen still needed smoothing over, transactions and requests made with their Nothern allies, and now the whispers about Walled and the Rebellion have grown louder around the Weyr and Safryn wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"If we work hard tonight, we can take tomorrow off, right? That's the idea isn't it? Not that it will work in reality, because when do we ever really get a night off?" Safryn mused aloud, setting her mug down and cupping her hands around it for warmth as she tucked herself into her chair. "At least get an idea how we're supposed to tackle all this, get a handle on these rumors about 'Emancipation', and figure out how to get Igen to stop whining..." She said, knowing that only around L'van could she really speak like this for they've worked together quite a few times over the last few Turns that she felt comfortable enough to speak her mind around the bronzerider.