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Writers: Chelle, Suzee
Date Posted: 11th March 2012

Characters: Bryvin, Rhosyn
Description: The Weyrwoman meets the steward and fails at holder relations.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 6, day 1 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: Morin

Bryvin

Bryvin worked his way through the throngs at the gather. He'd been
working most of the day and had officiated the boat races. He was
tired but not too tired to take a moment and see if he couldn't become
at least a little acquainted with the lovely Weyrwoman of River Bluff
Weyr.

Approaching her he swept an elegant bow. "M'Lady, I am Bryvin, Lord
Morin's steward. Are you enjoying the gather so far?"

Rhosyn hadn't changed into her evening wear just yet, so she was still
sporting the light outfit she'd chosen for the comfort of the day. Turning,
she saw the man approach and was surprised when he bowed. She was
not a holder for Faranth's sake and wasn't a lady by any means. **Why
do people not remember this?**

}:Because they are holders and don't know how a Weyr works. Calm down
and behave:{ Orlaith reminded her from her perch on the fireheights, a very
visible reminder to everyone attending the gather that the Weyrfolk were
here.

"So far. Tell your headwoman the food was well arranged." She hadn't really
understood the boat races but that wasn't her thing. The stalls had been fun
to look through, however. "Well met, Steward Bryvin. Please, just call me
Rhosyn or Weyrwoman though."

"I will be sure to do that," Bryvin smiled. "She will be happy you
noticed her efforts." He turned to look out toward the bay. The sun
was dipping toward the horizon and would soon disappear behind them
but color streaked the sky with banners of reds and purples. "It looks
like the evening will be beautiful. Did you see the boat races?"

"Aye, though I confess I'm not much for boats so the whole thing was
lost on me. There seemed to be plenty who liked them, though. I hear
the music tonight will be well planned." That was what she liked-music
and dancing. It reminded her of the nights in her childhood, though this
music would likely be far different than that.

He nodded. "Yes, the Harper Hallmaster has brought a troop and there
will be a large choir. I believe they may even be debuting a new work
in honor of Sunstone's new Lord." He was looking forward to the
performance. "Of course there will also be a small group for dancing
after."

"How long have you lived here then?" She supposed she could be polite
and learn a little more about the man. It wasn't as if she had anything
pressing to do otherwise.

"A few turns," he said noncommittally. His past was a bit checkered
until at last he'd hitched his wagon to Morin's star. "My family came
from Amethyst Cliff." That tragedy was well known and had displaced so
many that he would simply be a number among many. "My cousin is
Steward at Amber Hills." He didn't figure she'd know Wirnan since
Amber Hills wasn't beholden to her Weyr.

"Well that's nice. Been to the tavern there quite a few times, but I've
never met the Steward." She didn't care to, to be honest. Rhosyn had
enough to worry about than to go around the continent mingling with
everyone.

"The Weyr's arrival display was beautiful to behold, and a great honor
to Lord Morin. Thank you."

To be honest, it was more to show the holders what they tithed for and
to send a subtle reminder that the Weyr was all that remained between
them and ruin, but she didn't correct Bryvin's thought. "We hoped everyone
enjoyed the show. It isn't often you get to see us in fighting formation."

"No, indeed." Bryvin was well aware of the protection of the Weyr and
much as he might try to line his pockets when the opportunities
presented themselves it was not at the expense of their tithes.

"Have you ever seen a live thread before, steward?" She knew that every
great now and again, the ground crews had to get a stray burrow. Rhosyn
wondered if he knew what the voracious stuff looked like.

He wasn't quite sure where she was going with this but he answered
truthfully, "No I haven't."

"Then I would suggest you go out with the groundcrews until you do. It's
the nastiest, mindless thing you will ever see." She shivered just considering
it. "And it's why we require you to tithe, of course. Sort of threw a
whole wrench in everyone's plans when thread starting falling out of the
sky again."

Not quite sure what he'd done to rouse her ire he nevertheless waved a
hand. "Sunstone has never failed in its duty to River Bluff Weyrwoman.
Nor shall we." As to his going with ground crews that part of her
advice he took with a grain of salt. As Steward he helped coordinate
the crews for cleanup. Just because he hadn't actually seen a live
Thread didn't mean he had no knowledge of their devastation.

Seeing someone waving to her, Rhosyn waved back. She looked back at
Bryvin, thinking he wasn't very impressive. She had thought someone like
Morin would have help that was a little more....well it was hard to put into
words, but she didn't see this man standing up to his Lord Holder at all.
Then again, maybe that's what he liked.

Bryvin watched the Weyrwoman go with hooded eyes. What a piece of work
she was, every bit the uppity slut he'd heard. His lip tried
to curl but he wiped it from his face. A mere woman attempting to
instruct him in his work? Incredible! He spun on his heel.

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