Elysif had rather enjoyed her conversation with R’le but it had left her with some very serious questions and much to think about. There was no one better in the Weyr to answer those questions than her late-husband’s cousin. She still felt a bit strange calling him her cousin. She considered his family to be her family, but part of her still felt slightly apart. Not enough to cause discomfort or concern but she supposed it was because she’d never really gotten the chance to know much of her husband’s family before he passed. In truth she was closer to Vortil’s family than she had ever been to her own.
Once she’d been safely delivered to R’vor’s door, Sif had thanked R’le with another sweet roll before turning to stare at the door in front of her. She tried to organize her mind, categorize her questions so that she wasn’t just bombarding R’vor with them willy nilly. With an idea of how she wanted the conversation to go, she shifted her basket to the crook of her left arm and lifted a balled hand to knock. Surely by now her visit would be no surprise what with all the fuss it had caused. She supposed it could be worse. At least she still had a care package to give him, minus a few sweet rolls.
R'vor moved about his weyr, picking a few things off the floor. Iridith had warned him that Elysif was there to pay a visit, and they had only just gotten back from Weyr duties. He was one of the teachers for weyrlings and with the Hatching coming up there was some preparing to do, some meetings about how to navigate the inevitable questions the new weyrlings would have about the conflict and the hope of a peace accord. R'vor had sunk into thought and dropped one of the books when he heard Sif's knock. He reached to scoop it back up and with his foot opened a chest just enough to plop everything he was holding inside. It cluttered shut. Moments later he opened the door.
"Elysif, good to see you," he greeted her with a small smile (which for R'vor was a big smile). "Is that-?" he started to point at the basket, but moved to the side of the door in a jumble of thoughts settling and corrected, "Come in, please."
Her own smile was small as well but Sif was happy to see R'vor, always was. As he gestured to the basket she held in front of her the smile grew marginally and she lifted it out in front of her, waiting for him to take it before she would enter. "Care package from your mother and aunt. I tried to bake again so be careful of the biscuits. The jam makes them a little more tolerable." Once he'd taken the basket, Elysif stepped past him into his weyr and out of habit, looked around. Tidy enough, not that she would say anything if it wasn't. She might feel compelled to clean a little but she'd never scold the man.
"I'd hoped to surprise you, but the guards were being extra...vigilant at the ground entrance today." Sif said as her lips pursed slightly. She supposed they had been serving a purpose but she still had no idea what that purpose was if not saving the Weyr and its inhabitants from her dreadful baking skills. Then there was the conversation she'd had with R'le. She was curious to get R'vor's take on the matter and perhaps his advice as well.
"The family says hello, by the way. Your mother says you don't visit enough, though I imagine you could visit every day and she'd still say that." Spotting a book that had been left out, Sif gravitated toward it and traced her fingers across the cover.
"I'll be sure to add more jam than biscuit," R'vor commented, taking the basket which had a pleasant heft to it. He was glad of the food, and the thoughtfulness it was proof of. He closed the door behind them and set the basket on a little table in the room, taking a treat that was clearly the handiwork of his immediate family. He frowned through the bite of pastry when Sif mentioned the guards, it reminded him too much of what his meeting had just been about. But the quick turn around of topic, along with the pleasing flavor of the baked good kept his spirits up.
"That sounds like them," he said. He put the remainder of the roll on top of the basket cloth to finish later. He noticed her gravitate to the book. "Oh, you'd probably like that one. I've not quite finished it yet. In any case, thank you for the care package. I'll have to thank R'le and Quiorith for guiding you in."
Leaving the book be as it was still being read, Sif turned at the mention of R'le. Glad for the rather fortuitous transition into the topic she really wanted to talk about, the young woman clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head slightly. "Quiorith is delightful, though he apparently said the oddest thing." Careful to watch for a reaction, curious if R'vor had had any notion of her aptitude for candidacy, not that she cared one way or another, she continued on.
"R'le told me that Quiorith thinks I'd make a decent candidate? I'm not entirely sure he has it right. Has Iridith ever mentioned anything like that?" It was still strange of her to think that one dragon would be able to better tell what sort of person would be good for a dragon and another not. Besides, she'd been around the flame far more times than the cloud. To her, it would make more sense if Iridith had realized her potential than Quiorith.
Quiorith was always saying odd things. That was nothing new for R'le and his dragon. But that the odd thing was an invitation of Candidacy, that surprised R'vor. His eyebrows raised and his head turned slightly. His mouth made that "oh?" expression. He looked at her, and then down to consider her question of Iridith's assessment.
"No. No he's never mentioned it," he started. His gaze took on that looking into space look that R'vor had talking with Iridith.
Iridith, did Quiorith mention anything to you about Candidates?
[smear:#ff9a1e]Hm? No. Why?[/smear:#ffe316:0]
Sif is saying he declared her appropriate for Candidacy.
[smear:#ff9a1e]Your Elysif? And now she's asking about me, isn't she?[/smear:#ffe316:0]
Iridith snaked his head towards the entrance to the smaller human quarters that reached towards the door. He could see them, though it wasn't the most comfortable position.
"Well, you don't have to accept if you're not sure about it. You're welcome to ask Iridith his assessment."
Her head still slightly tilted, Sif watched as R'vor's eyes became unfocused and waited patiently. She'd been around him enough since marrying Vortil to know that he was communicating with his dragon. As his eyes focused once more and he spoke, Sif blinked and twisted to look over her shoulder at the flash of orange and yellow. Smiling, she moved away from R'vor and closer to the flame so he wouldn't have to twist himself into a knot just to be a part of the conversation. "Hello, Iridith."
She greeted the dragon as she would've any other memeber of the family. Looking back at R'vor, though, her smile faded and was replaced by a pensive look. "I'm not entirely sure I understand the offer enough to decide one way or another, but I wouldn't mind input from a dragon I know a little better. What do you think Iridith?" She wasn't really sure what she should do or how dragons determined such things. Standing there, she awkwardly held her arms out to the side and spun around, the skirt of her sensible cotton dress belling out in the process. "Anything?"
Iridith rumbled quietly (which for Iridith was loudly) at Elysif's greeting. She was considerate, he appreciated that. He watched her turn back to R'vor, with whom he felt a sense of readiness to answer questions, and then back to him. He inched his nose back from her outspread hands. Noses were sensitive and did not being twirled into.
[smear:#ff9a1e]I think your skirt has a will to fly,[/smear:#ffe316:0] he made an amused comment. But here she was, being open, and so he tried to perceive what he could. [smear:#ff9a1e]I trust Quiorith's assessment, but the spark that I look for is silent here. Now mind, there is no explaining it. Searches happen when they happen. My R'vor was searched at 18 from this very valley full of dragons, I found him at 20. And I've met plenty who go on to Impress whom I wouldn't have Searched, which is as well as I don't recommend it often. R'vor, tell her that feeling-[/smear:#ffe316:0]
"The "ah-ha moment" he means," R'vor tried to explain.
[smear:#ff9a1e]That's how I know. Just happens. If you want to Stand, do. If not, don't.[/smear:#ffe316:0]
"It's your one life, only you can decide," R'vor ammended. "But we'll take any questions you have."
[smear:#ff9a1e]Any questions you have.[/smear:#ffe316:0] Iridith echoed as R'vor spoke.
It was always a little unnerving when Iridith spoke directly to her but as many times as he and R’vor had come to visit in the valley, she was mostly used to it. Having had a horrible habit as a child of touching everything, her parents had scolded her until any time she wasn’t doing something with her hands, they were clasped either in front of or behind her. She stood now, even, with her hands clasped in front of her as Iridith spoke. A little crease appeared between her brows as he declared that he did not detect the spark that Quiorith had. Still she listened to what he had to say and digested it slowly. Different dragons Searched differently. Perhaps they could detect different types of people?
As R’vor clarified, Sif moved closer to Iridith and looked back at R’vor, clearly pensive as she considered what had been said. Looking back at the flame, she tilted her head slightly. “You don’t seem particularly comfortable, sir. Would you like us to join you out there instead?” It was far more logical than the poor dragon trying to wedge himself in a spot he didn’t fit to join them inside the living quarters. Reaching out, she let her hand hover over his nose, not quite bold enough to touch him without permission despite knowing him fairly well. Dragons were creatures to be respected, that much she knew from her harper training as a child.
“I would like to ask a few questions and I think we’d all be more comfortable out there.” Looking back over her shoulder at R'vor, she smiled faintly, dark eyes wide and curious. "Don't you agree?"
[smear:#ff9a1e]Perceptive,[/smear:#ffe316:0] Iridith commented. He pushed his nose onto her hand, trying not to push too hard. It was hard to tell with anyone who wasn't R'vor. [smear:#ff9a1e]Pass,[/smear:#ffe316:0] Iridith withdrew and moved to settle into his spot in the weyr. He curled up to make more room, and be comfortable, orange-red tail wrapping around yellow tinged toes, his wings folding up neatly so that the few blues he had were scarcely visible.
"Seems you and Iridith have all the sense at the moment," R'vor agreed, moving into the larger space in the weyr. He was unsure how to start, as Iridith wasn't pronouncing Candidacy with any regularity for him to have practice at it. Better to see what Sif's questions were, gather what she knew, and provide knowledge to bridge that gap. "You have the floor," he opened an arm at the large open space, an amused smile alighting on his face.