Dying of Boredom (Ghost/T'kar)

[Shoki]

Midday
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Thunk. That was the sound of R’le’s forehead hitting a desk. A few loose papers made their escape at this point, which he would get later. This was not his idea of a good time. That’s not to say he was bad at paperwork. Contrary, he was pretty good at filling it out when he was in the mood to do so. He was good with words and writing in general, he wasn’t really of a mind to apply it though. He was twice as grateful for wing practice these days. Something that he was supposed to be doing that got him out and about? Yes please.

He finally brought his head back up and retrieved the paper that had got away. He got some bonuses, he supposed. He well liked all the Weyrleaders, so certainly getting more time (though most of it working) with them was nice. He could find himself in an uncommonly good mood when Retny was around. That was also nice. Less nice? Quiorith being outside without him. The Cloud had very clearly stated that he didn’t have to do paperwork so he was going to be out flying even if R’le couldn’t come. That was downright mean. Not really of course. Now instead of touching down for lunch hour, he was eating quickly to get up in the air for a few minutes. He could, however rely on Quiorith being up after everything was said and done for a little more flying. Balancing everything was still something he had to get used to.

He put the papers on the desk and started to fill them out. These were the moments he hated most. He knew Quiorith was outside, preparing to dive. He had no one else in the room with him at the moment, and therefore no one to talk to. And he still had more to do. His eyes narrowed, and he continued to write, hoping all the while that his eyes would finally manifest the ability to shoot fire out of them and burn the paper. Speaking of Burn.

The Flame flitter was sitting along his shoulder and around the back of his neck. Even the head hitting the desk hadn’t bothered him. Out of all of them, he was taking things the most comfortably. Quiorith still would rather have R’le with him, but Burn could be comfortable staying inside more. He could also have all the messed up forms he could chew (provided that he deposited in the waste basket afterward). Yes, for Burn, life was good. R’le was at least glad that someone was finding something good about this whole affair.

Had it really only been a sevenday since he started this?

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Star settled on T’kar’s shoulder, the left one, T’kar had long ago taught the flitt to stay off of the one that would be used most in combat, with all the dignity appropriate to a King, even if only a miniature one. Crooning, the flitt wrapped his tail around T’kar’s neck and stabilized his perch by nestling his right forefoot in T’kar’s hair, creating an interesting contest of hues between the bright crimson-red of his skin and the deep black hair.

T’kar eyed the pile of paperwork with ill favor. His hand was legitimately cramped from all the writing, and there was still a substantial amount left to go. All the reports of this or that action undertaken during Wing practice, which, in his capacity of Wingleader he had to finish writing up for today’s practice, then, in his capacity of Weyrleader, had to properly notate and file, along with the reports from the prior day’s practices in other Wings, which he hadn’t done last night because he’d been helping Dalonia work with the Wherlings. Oh, and then there was the small matter of the overhaul of the Weyr’s security, and the matter of what to do with K’tar, again.

Maybe I can have D’gan find something for him to do. Preferably something that might actually reduce some of that over-abundance of energy and induce a tendency to pause and think for more than half a second.

Making a mental note to that effect, T’kar finished the last of the reports from his Wing, then looked down at his hand. Yes, it was definitely time to take a break. Pushing the chair back, he stood up and glanced around the room out of long habit before grabbing his sword and sword-belt off the nearby rack and starting towards the door. Only starting, because before he’d gone more than two steps he paused with a grin and scooped up a large supply of papers.

Still grinning, he walked down the hall a little ways, until he was outside R’le’s new office. Sure enough, the other rider was still within.

Composing his face, T’kar toed the door open.

“Hey R’le, how’s your new duty coming?” he asked, tucking the papers under one arm so that they would attract less attention.

[Shoki]

R’le perked up a little when he heard footsteps coming down the hall and lifted his head up to see who was coming. T’kar came in, apparently to see how he was doing. Well, he appricated talking over doing work anyway so this was a welcome interruption.

“I became a candidate because I thought paper stuff was behind me. Apparently not. I tell ya though, having your own desk? Way nicer than having to sit on a bench with other people who have elbows in your face.” R’le motioned a little bit with the quill in his left hand. There was a reason why Burn still got forms even though R’le wasn’t bad at writing. If he got distracted (and who won’t) he could lower his hand too much and smudge over what he just wrote. It was also why he had hated writing in groups. A single desk was nice.

“Say, do you have some way of getting a dragon a writing implement its size? I’ve had an idea.”

Leave me be, it’s not my fault.

Lies. Jokes aside, R’le was sorely missing his usual flights. It kind of had him deflated.

“Well, are you coming in for a bit?” He didn’t look like it. Too bad. He wanted someone to talk with longer.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’kar had to stop himself from grinning. He didn’t want to give anything away, after all

“You mean they didn’t warn you that the paperwork only came back at when you reached sufficient rank?” T’kar joked. “Shame, shame. As to giving a dragon a writing implement… perhaps use a burned log? Although I don’t think Quiorith would thank you for the suggestion. Ancalanath certainly didn’t.”

T’kar faked a sigh. “Actually, I’m only just stopping by with some really bad news,” he said, as somberly as he could. Crossing to R’le’s desk, he set the stack of papers down next to the stack that R’le was currently working on. “Paperwork is why the Jr. Weyrleader was invented. Therefore, I get to go do something fun and leave you with all this.”

Grinning, T’kar ducked out the door, leaving it ajar behind him.

In about thirty seconds, ask R’le if he wants to take a break and go over sword and knife stuff with me.

Ancalanath responded with a laugh, or, at least, the equivalent of one.

Quiorith? Could you tell R’le that T’kar wants to know if he is willing to take a break and practice ground-based combat.

[Shoki]

R’le raised an eyebrow. “They could have an’ I wouldn’t have even paid attention. I think you know that though.” The man stretched a bit. “No? Why wouldn’t that be the case? Well whatever. He’d probably draw a picture of me again.” R’le pretended to shudder. Dragons were not meant to draw. Quiorith tried though.

R’le’s expression got almost as somber as what T’kar was trying to be. Oh really? His eyes narrowed for only a moment before suddenly relaxing, dangerously. He even looked relaxed even as T’kar bolted. The door remained open and R’le just looked at the lot of it, got up and closed the door to his office. T’kar’s paperwork, huh?

“Paperwork huh? Let’s see if I still have the ability to do this…” Okay, step one, get back to his office and comparing his handwriting to how R’le was. Obviously T’kar was right handed, but he was okay at that if he had time, and he likely did have time to pull this off with a couple of the papers. Maybe if he could organize and make sure that he was going to be gone for a while. He might be about to pull off one really nicely and then just let the rest of it be-

What are you doing Mine? Quiorith was confused, he didn’t quite follow what R’le was thinking about. Well, Anacalanth wants to know if you wish to go with T’kar and practice combat on the ground?

R’le paused and looked thoughtful, before grinning again. Tell them I will be there, after finishing the paper I am on. That was a lie. The Cloudrider waited for some time before slipping out of his office and into T’kar’s and looking for some paper with his handwriting on it that wouldn’t be missed. He checked the waste basket. Yes, this would do nicely. He grabbed it and dumped it somewhere in the office that he was sure no one would notice another balled up paper, that is, in his wastebasket. Then he headed off.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’karMine, R’le will arrive as soon as he finishes the paper he is on.

T’kar shrugged and set to moving the practice forms out of the way, over against the far wall. Works for me he answered, stretching some and them trying some solo passes while waiting for R’le to arrive.