A Weyrwoman's Work is Never Done -open-

     There were countless papers scattered before her on a table, each one containing a vital piece of information that could help the Weyr. IryasaMine . . . You have been in that room for way to long. I will call a male to drag you out of there if you don't come out of there soon, she heard causing her to look up from a piece of parchment. She was a little concerned that there might already be a male Rider standing there ready to drag her out of the Records Room, but luckily there wasn't. Essa, love . . . Don't threaten me at this moment. I have to much work right now, she sent, standing and leaning over the table pulling a parchment closer to her. 

     A rumbling laughter echoed in the back of her mind brought her head back up. The young Junior Weyrwoman pushed a section of blond hair that had escaped her normal well placed hairdo. She was currently going over the lists of the food stores at Sabishi Weyr and was finding that they were surviving, but the trains that should have been coming in from the Holds would help quite a bit. The question was, how to get the Holds to go back to the old ways and even fix how Candidates were Searched. "If only we could hold a meeting," Iryasa started but paused as she heard Essamoryth rumbling.

     No. You need to take a break and breath some fresh air, Essamoryth stated. "Later," Iryasa almost snapped but felt the backlash from her Chimera Queen. No one snapped at the Snake Queen and got away with it. You must be crazy! Get your butt out here! "I'm busy, Essa," Iryasa stated. 

     To anyone who is out there, please bring your Rider to the Records Room. I cannot get Mine out of the room and I need Yours to drag her out here . . . Any way possible, Essamoryth sent out, shutting Iryasa out for a moment to send the message out, not that Iryasa noticed, as she was so focused on the parchments.