Supply Line (Kiran!)

[Jester]

The Weyr's forge was quite well supplied, there was no arguing that. Master Tius knew what he was doing, clearly. But it was all Weyr supply, not for use by the resident Journeyman for personal projects. All the miners that he knew were on the Northern Continent, which wasn't a whole lot of use to Jakran as long as he remained in the West.

So, he needed someone new. He hated dealing with new people. And he'd have to find them first. There was no giant sign attached to any of the Bowl walls proclaiming, "MINERS HERE!" and after his encounter with Tamarisk, Jak was reluctant to try exploring. He kept an eye out for Miner knots as he went between the forge, his room, and the Dining Cavern (via the Bowl), but thus far, he had yet to see any. Really, he ought to ask Tius, but until training was done, the Mastersmith appeared to belong more to the wherhandlers than to his Craft. Jakran didn't see too much of him, or not as much as he would of another Master, one who hadn't been odd enough to Impress a wher.

Which brought him back to finding his own supplier and setting up his own supply line. When he walked into the forge one day and saw a woman there with Miner knots, ho couldn't help but wonder who had known. This was perfect. No more hunting, she just showed up. If everything worked like that, just think of the time that could be saved.

She also had Rider knots on, which gave Jakran pause for a moment, but after all, even the ranking Smith here was bonded, so why not the miners? "Journeywoman?" he said, approaching her. He gestured at her shoulder. "Active miner?"

[Kiran]

Kelsira was very much a workaholic. She enjoyed being down in the forges. As a child she had been put to work doing menial tasks in the mine her family was in charge of, and as an adult she enjoyed helping out the smiths, finding materials they needed and knowing that she was helping them create wonderful things. It was a thrill she never grew tired of. And what with Divith's insistence on Chasing anything that Flew these days, Kelsira found a refuge in the darkness of the caverns. It was her escape from her own sharding Bonded!

It was a state she had never thought to be in. The bluerider sighed. Divith was an issue. Or, more accurately, there were kinks in their relationship and Kelsira was at a loss of how to deal with it. But her Bonded was eternally there and could be deal with later. For now, she simply wished to lose herself in her work. Kelsira's eyes flickered over the pieces of scroll and hide that she had pinned to the walls, various requests for items and ideas of where she might find them (or had found, in some cases). Gemstones for one of the smiths, ores for two others. Easy enough requests.

She had started to turn towards her tools and basket of glows for working deeper in the weyr when a voice rang out near her. Kelsira turned towards him as the man asked about her rank. Her eyes drifted to his knots and was unsurprised to see that he was a Smith himself. New, she hadn't seen him before and she would have because of the time she'd spent down here. The bluerider nodded. "Kelsira, Rider of Blue Divith. But I still do a good deal of mining here for the smiths, can't get away from needing it." She gave a motion towards the scraps that fluttered in the light breeze that ghosted down the hallways, bringing fresh air to the depths of the weyr. "What can I do you for?"

The one thing she never had an issue with was taking on another project. A project meant keeping busy. Keeping busy meant being useful. And being useful meant... Well, it meant being away from Divith, something that the blue would be resentful over. She wondered whose bed she would end up in tonight, her Bonded's favorite form of revenge. Kelsira shrugged that thought away. There wasn't anything she could do about it now.