Just a formality

Writers: Chelle, Paula
Date Posted: 31st October 2011

Characters: Rhosyn, L'ris
Description: Layris comes to ask permission to Stand.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 4, day 10 of Turn 6

Layris knocked at the Weyrwoman's door. "Refreshments!" he announced,carrying a tray. Delivering trays weren't his usual job. He was an assistant cook and that was a job for drudges and candidates.
But he had volunteered for it, because it gave him the perfect excuse to meet the Weyrwoman. He was
usually in the kitchen and didn't get to see her much.

"Do come in please." With Orlaith now unable to fly, Rhosyn was usually in her office most days, going
over lists, wing rosters, and other things a Weyrwoman had to do. She delegated less to the other goldriders
since she could do more with her time.

"Yes, ma'am," Layris stepped in. "Here you are," he lowered the tray to the
table.

She looked it over and picked out a nice morsel before popping it into her mouth. "Faranth save the Headwoman. Such good things..." Grabbing another, Rhosyn frowned. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," Layris replied. "Can I talk with you for a minute?"

"Mmm sure," she muttered, happy now that she had food.

"Can I have your permission to Stand in Orlaith's next Hatching?" Layris asked, not seeing any need for
longer explanations. After all, he had been standing since he was twelve. It was just a formality.

"Who are your parents again? And are you healthy?" Rhosyn quickly looked up, interested.

"Umph, define parents," Layris said. "As for health, I'm healthy as a herdbeast."

"Well if you're Weyrblood...how? Crafters, riders, what?" She didn't want to go look at the Records,
though she could.

"I was born in this Weyr," Layris stated, and that was the truth, his mother had been pregnant when she came to the Weyr." As far as I'm concerned, my parents are greenrider S'yod and cook Jedun."

Rhosyn thought about that. "Allright, here's your shot. In a nutshell, why do you want to be a rider
and what's the hardest thing about being one?"

Layris had actually given it a lot of thought, so he answered quickly: "Because I know I'm meant to be
one. I want to protect people and fight Thread. Hardest is staying alive and avoiding injury."

"You'll work your butt off for your wingmates? Being a rider isn't fun and games, really. Lot of getting up
early and taking care of everyone but yourself." Rhosyn thought about that. Very true.

"Yes," Layris answered simply to the first question. "I do know that," he replied to the second comment.
"I have washed dragons, I've changed Sireith's dressings when she was Scored and her rider couldn't. I
had friend who Impressed when we were thirteen. He died in a Fall only two sevendays after he turned sixteen."

"What would you do for the chance to Stand, Layris?" There was one answer she was looking for.

"Do? Whatever it takes, I suppose. Unless it's illegal," Layris replied after moment of thought.

"Mmmm.." She looked over at the food and back to him. "You'll move into the candidate barracks tonight.
You'll be under the Headwoman and weyrlingstaff's care. If there's any hint of trouble..." She didn't think
she needed to finish.

"Yes, M'am. There won't be," Layris said and promised. "Thank you for the opportunity, Weyrwoman."

"You're welcome, now go on and let me enjoy my sweeties in peace." Rhosyn thought about everything
else she needed to do.

Layris just nodded and left, closing the office door quietly after him.

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