Alesia looked down upon the massive spread of hides on her workdesk, the tip of her scribing wood being nibbled delicately as she pondered. Tithes, though still coming in from Thyra holds, were dwindling horribly. Yes, it would be soon that they would cut out their tithes entirely.. or just continue to give just enough to warrant protection from the vicious threads that fall from the sky. What to do? One could always just.. not protect them, but that would be a horrid waste to their crops of lush trees. This wouldn't just damage their income, but the fisher hold nearby. Kharasi Weyr and its surrounding Holds was a delicate system that kept each other alive, and to lose one Hold to corruption would have devastating consequences.
Not to mention threadfall... A long, drawn out sigh would follow the thought. One of Tiazora's bronzes was mostly taking care of that department until Iolath rose, but Alesia was ever-uneasy about things, even if they were things that supposedly weren't her business. In front of her were also copies of his wing plans, and she frowned at them. Alesia had not recieved the long, drawn out education of flight plans and thread that the bronze and brownriders had, but she was crafty enough to have picked up on some of the things she needed to know. No, Alesia could not write her own plans, but she was still trying to learn, and trying to fully understand all the nuances that came with flight plans. The record copied to her had been eventually pushed aside. She had absorbed all she could from them, and now had to work on things that were -her- business.
Pah. Her business. Tithes and food stores and inventory. Those were a Weyrwoman's business.. woman's business. All her life she had fought alongside grown men on the ground grew of her Hold, and even with all the conditioning she gave herself to settle into the lifestyle of a Weyrwoman, it sometimes left a bitter taste in her mouth. But flamethrowers now.. those were her business! Maybe when there were more queens in the Weyr, she'd be in charge of her own flamethrowing crew! Of course.. that was if Iolath layed a queen egg.
The golden one was asleep on her couch, the outside air of very early spring still being too cold for her tastes. The dragon never mentioned how she missed the warm weather unless they had been there recently, but Alesia sure missed it. Though raised in Telgar, the time spent in the south had spoiled her a bit. When the Weyr was up and running at a smoother rate, she would make a point to take a day off every now and then to go and rest there. Ah, but back to these hides....
There were complaint letters also. Thyra was pricing their wares at horridly high marks to make up for how little they sold. Alesia frowned and thumbed through them. In need of wood for this, in need of lumber for that... augh. Didn't these people know that Hold bickerings weren't their business?? But slowly, it -was- becoming their business. It was causing tithes to run low in all directions, and that was not a good thing for a Weyr that was still struggling to grow. Yes, a meeting would be in order, and that meeting would be soon.. but not now. No, for it was in the middle of the night, and the Weyrwoman needed sleep.. as did every other hardworking member of the Weyr.
((This is just a short story to give people a feel of what Alesia really does with her time XD Not really open for rp with this unless you can come up with a REALLY, REALLY creative reason. Onward to post other places now I suppose XD ))