J'van's Weyrsecond?

J'van steps in from the ledge outside.

J'van strides in, a mingled look of curiosity and wariness on his face, "Ras said Perymith said you wanted to see me." It's a statement, not a question.

S'vilen is sitting at the desk/table, still somehow managing to not quite look like he's supposed to be there. He looks up from a hide as soon as he hears the footfalls and he smiles in what he at least intends to be a reassuring manner. "Yes. Thank you for coming. Have a seat?" he offers, waving to a chair on the other side of the desk.

J'van inspects the room, moving towards a chair and slipping into it with negligent grace, stretching his legs and then inspecting the young man in front of him, a slight smile curving his lips, wariness still in his gaze. "Thanks....what's up, Weyrleader?" it's half teasing..."Shells, but it seems somewhat weird calling you that."

S'vilen grimaces slightly. "It still seems weird to hear it," he admits, "but I'm supposed to make sure everyone uses the title." With a slight shake of his head, he returns to whatever he had intended to say instead. "How go things in the wing, and weyr in general?" he queries. "From your perspective, I mean," the young man asks.

J'van shrugs, his smile fading into a slightly confused frown. "They go....did you need specifics?" He smiles again. "I'm afraid that I haven't been paying all that much attention of late. Beyond my own duties, sweeps and so forth. You know winter is a bit of a dead time for our Weyr, what with no threadfall to worry about. It's a bit slow, perhaps."

S'vilen mms thoughtfully, nodding as he listens. "Well, yes. Though with the loss of our Weyrleader, things have been a little rocky I've notice. It is rather fortunate time for it to happen, if it had to, though, since things are slow," he muses. With a shakes of his head, he sits up. "Well, I was hoping you'd consent to pay more attention, and serve as Weyrsecond until Ceristh rises and chooses a new Weyrleader to appoint a new Weyrsecond," he asks with a bit of a wry smile.

J'van raises a brow, obviously surprised by this announcement, although he doesn't show it as much as he feels it. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, assessing the situation, his options, and the reasons for the offer. "Why?" is finally wondered. "I mean.....why me?" He grins. "After all, it isn't as if I've ever been considered the most responsible, work-minded rider in the Weyr." And he isn't afraid to admit it.

S'vilen taps his fingers on the desk as he thinks for a moment. "No, you haven't. However, as you mentioned, the winter is a slow time for us. We're moving out of it, but it shouldn't be more than a couple months until Ceristh rises again. Or so the dragonhealer say. Or hope," he adds the last with a rueful grin. "Anyway, it is my thought that some time spent in a leadership position would, perhaps, encourage you to learn to be, if not the most, a more responsible, work-minded rider. We wish that of all our bronzeriders, since, as you know, any of our dragons might catch Ceristh."

J'van crosses his ankles, looking down at the high polish on his boots, smiling faintly. "That's bluntly honest.." He admits. "Hoping to make a leader out of me.....what an odd notion." He chuckles, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Although you did pick a good time for it. There's nothing for me to make a mess of, right?" He raises amused eyes, his smile widening a bit. "I suppose I'll say yes. After all, I'd be a fool not to. Of course, I'm probably a fool to say yes as well." He shrugs. "Just to warn you..if the nagging Rasnauth can't make a responsible person out of me, working me to death won't either."

S'vilen adds bluntly, "And it's temporary, of course, so it does save the embarassment of removing you if things don't go as well as I'd hope." He grins, then, and says, "But I don't think that will be a problem. I also don't intend to work you to death. One should have some free time, after all. Most of what you'll be doing right away is taking sweeps reports from the wingleaders and brining to my attention anything that needs looking into right away. You'll also need to spend some time each sevenday or so observing each wing in drills - including the weyrling wing and giving me an analysis of how you think they're doing."

J'van can't help but laugh, then shrugs. "Fair enough....I'll try not to be an embarrassment" is murmured dryly even as he nods to the instructions. "I also think I can manage to do as you request. Do you require written reports, or did you want to just converse on what I see, do, whatever?"

S'vilen waves his hand as if to say that it doesn't matter. "Whatever is easier for you. Notes, at least, might be helpful so nothing gets left out, but you don't have to write a formal report. It'll save hide." Then, with a sudden expression of recall, he digs into a pocket and pulls out what is likely his very own former Weyrsecond knot. "I almost forgot. This is yours now," he says, extending the knot and opening his hand so it can be taken.

J'van leans forward to take the knot, giving it a somewhat bored look before tucking it into his own pocket, to put it on later. "Thanks.....I think I'll see what I see and then write it down if I feel it's important and might be forgotten. But I have a fairly good memory, so it shouldn't be a problem either way."

S'vilen nods seriously. "Good. That'll be fine, then. And I think that's all I need from you, for the moment. So, unless you have any questions, or comments?" he lets the statement trail off into a question, cocking his head to one side expectantly.

J'van grins, rising. "In other words, get lost and let you get back to work." He murmurs, shaking his head "I have nothing else. Except thank you...I think." He shrugs. "I'll let you know if I have any questions or comments a few days from now."

S'vilen chuckles, and shakes his head. "Now, I wouldn't quite have put it that way," he protests cheerfully. "And you're quite welcome. You'll probably be able to decide in a few days whether you actually do want to thank me or not," he adds, rubbing absently at left side of his head over the short hairs that cover it.

J'van grins "That's why you are acting Weyrleader, and I'm just a Weyrsecond. Tact is the difference between us." He doesn't seem bothered by it at all. "Wouldn't take your job for the world. But I'll let you know if you've done me a favor or harm in a few days, as you say." He gives a wave, then heads for the door, turning back only briefly to mention "Don't work too hard." Before he disappears.

J'van exits the office for the ledge outside.