Plans
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Suzee, Yvonne
Date Posted: 6th July 2014
Characters: Bryvin, Taril
Description: Bryvin and Taril make plans amidst chaos
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 7, day 5 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Fymer, Humari, Yriadha, Wirnan, Danrina
"We need to talk about Morin." Taril burst into Bryvin's office and limped to the nearest chair, collapsing into it with barely a look at the man behind the desk. "This is not good, Bryvin."
"No," he said shortly, "It isn't." He shook his head and made a mark on the hide he'd been working with. "But our plans won't change, at least not yet," he added. He got up and crossed the room to close the door.
Taril frowned. "The Hold is going to be crawling with Harpers and dragonmen before long-- we're going to have to be careful. And that's not even considering what will happen when a new Lord is chosen."
"Calm down," Bryvin said placatingly. "Fymer is taking care of all the Harper work as always. I have all the records and have moved them... elsewhere. They won't find a thing. We just have to see who they choose and then I'll decide what to do from there."
"Who's in the running?" Taril asked. No matter how well Bryvin thought he'd arranged things, a new Lord would cause problems. And Bryvin was a fool if he wasn't worried.
"It's hard to say," he started. "Some of the other Lords have sons. Xelfin has two but one is his heir and the other only a teen. Benaroy's son's will be considered I'm sure, but none of them wanted their fathers position so I doubt they'd get the nod now. My cousin Wirnan and I have claim to a distant connection to Amethyst Cliff Blood but that may not be remembered and is quite a long shot. Still one can hope," he smiled.
Taril raised an eyebrow. "You have a connection to Amythest Cliff?" That could be... advantageous. Bryvin as Lord. That could be good for business. Bryvin was sympathetic to Taril's... other business ventures, and they already had a good working relationship. He was a known element. But if - _if_ - Bryvin was made Lord, would he stay that way? And was the alternative any better?
"Perhaps," Bryvin inclined his head. "But it's a longshot. Still," he steepled his fingers. "One never knows." He had plans within plans and could adapt to whichever outcome the Conclave handed down. "I have to get ready for the Conclave. I'll be presenting Morin's final papers. I need you to prepare the warehouses so we'll be able to move the merchandise at a moments notice."
Then he smiled. "I hear congratulations are in order."
"I've already spoken with the warehouse men. And apparently _some_ news travels fast." Taril shrugged. "Humari will make a good wife, I think."
"Indeed. She's quite young. If you treat her right you can mold her into the woman you wish her to be. My father used to tell me that." Truthfully, he'd been thinking about that young Danrina off and on but right now the Hold occupied his attention.
Taril snorted. "Your father has never met my mother. However, I think that he's right in Humari's case. _Her_ mother, on the other hand... while it will be useful to have a bargaining chip with Yriadha now that Morin's gone, the less I have to do with her, the better."
"No matter her methods, she is loyal. That is an important factor and she can be managed," Bryvin's eyes held only the merest hint of a warning. "You may not want to cut her off so fast but don't hesitate to let me know if you have any real concerns." He took a deep breath before going on. "I have to believe she has something up her sleeve at the moment so be careful with her." His lips curved into a rather calculating smile. "Move slowly and she'll never see it coming. Confront her and there will be consequences. Though not from me, if you catch my drift."
The merchant smiled. Bryvin hadn't said anything he didn't already know. Yriadha was loyal to Morin, not the Hold and not to the Steward. But that was not his business, or his problem. "Well. Hopefully the Conclave will have rendered their verdict before the wedding. _Are_ you going to put your name forward?"
Bryvin's grin broadened. "I'll certainly accept the elevation if it is offered." His knowing look conveyed the knowledge that it was a good possibility. There were many plans he would put in motion in either case.
He reached into his drawer and pulled out a small pouch and set it in front of the other man. "Take a look."
Taril pulled the pouch toward himself and opened the drawstring, spilling a handful of uncut gems into his palm. He looked up at the Steward with raised eyebrows. "What's this?"
"Samples," his eyes crinkled. "You get me a realistic value for them and we'll have to work on the acquisition plan."
"That, I can do." Taril poured the rocks back into the pouch and reached for his crutch. If Bryvin wasn't going to worry about their business, then he wouldn't either. Yet.
Last updated on the July 13th 2014