Interview Potential

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 1st February 2019

Characters: D'hol, Timassa
Description: D'hol interviews a potential wingthird.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 12 of Turn 9

D'hol

Timassa

D'hol looked at the hides at his desk, studying them carefully.
Experience, skill, and seemed like adequate temperament. He flicked
through the hides with interest. And seeking assignment in his wing.
Interesting. The knock on his door pulled him from his perusal of the
hides. "Come in."

"Good afternoon Wingleader," Timassa said in her warm contralto voice.
"Timassa of green Saryolth."

"D'hol of Bronze Yumath." He rose and offered his hand, studying her
as he gestured her towards
a chair. "I've just been reading the hides that were sent before your
arrival. Have a seat, please."

"Thank you," she said and sat where he indicated but she sat
straight-backed and leaned forward slightly. There were multiple
reasons for her wanting to transfer to this particular Weyr. Now she
could only hope she would be taken seriously.

D'hol leaned forward, studying her face and posture before speaking.
Dispensing with the expected niceties, he began. "You're settled at
your Weyr. You're considered valuable to your wing. Why do you want to
come here?"

"Long story," she said with half a smile. "The short version is that
my nephew is here and we've just reconnected. So I would like to be at
the same Weyr." Hopefully, that was enough information for him. She
gave him the impression of being quite an intense individual. Not that
any bronze rider she'd ever met could be described as laid back.

D'hol's brow quirked a bit and he leaned back in his seat, studying
her face. His brow rose higher. "J'ackt, right?"

She smiled at his perception, "Yes, J'ackt is my nephew. His mother
and I were twins. It was a bit of a shock the first time he saw me...
and it didn't end well."

The brow rose higher. "I can't imagine that it did." His voice was
dry, but he noticed the smile and his lips lifted just a little in
return. It did bring an interesting light to her face. He tamped down
the immediate attraction and returned to address her records. "Well,
your records are exceptional. I'd be happy to have you in my wing." He
paused and rested his chin on his hand. "I'm looking for a wingthird."

She gave him a quick nod. She's seen what she thought was a momentary
interest well schooled and he was handsome in a very stern way. Of
course, she'd also heard about his reputation as a hard leader going
into the interview. "Thank you Wingleader D'hol," she said at his
acceptance of her into his wing. "I would like to be considered for
the position," she added.

He nodded briefly. "Good. What you'll do is have an additional
interview with my Wingsecond, K'deren. If you are accepted for that
position, you'll be reporting to him and myself and I trust his
judgment. We'll discuss it within two sevendays of your interview.
Until then, you'll join my wing for drills and Fall. I'll want to see
how you perform myself before a formal offer."

"Alright," she agreed and began to remove her Far Island knots. "I'll
just speak to the Headwoman then about some quarters?" She was unsure
about how formal this weyr was. "Do I need some sort of token to
obtain a weyr?"

D'hol opened a drawer and proffered the knots kept within to her. "No,
you don't need a token." He pulled out a piece of parchment and
quickly scribbled a note." Just hand this to her and she'll take care
of you." He rose, offered her the piece of parchment, and finally
offered more of a smile. It wasn't a full one, but enough to flash his
teeth. "Welcome to the wing."

"Thank you," she nodded taking the knots and then when he handed her
the note she also stood and smiled smoothing down her leather
leggings. "I'm very glad to be here." She turned and walked away but
paused with one hand on the door to look back over her shoulder at
him. "Where is the wing's meeting room?" She'd need to take a look at
the posted schedule for drills and the next 'fall.

As she turned back around to ask him her question, his gaze flicked
upwards immediately from admiring her backside. The leathers cupped
that piece of round flesh just about perfectly. He blinked. "It's down
the hall, three doors to the left. The next meeting is tomorrow before
Fall."

Timassa's eyes twinkled at the quick change. She had made these
leggings to get exactly that reaction even though it hadn't been her
intention in wearing them today. It was nice to know they still worked
and he might not be as stern and distant as he originally seemed.
"Thank you D'hol," she said again and slipped around the corner with a
tap on the doorframe and barely perceptible throaty chuckle.

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