The speech had gone as well as N'mol could have expected. He'd talked to several people immediately following the end of the announcements, and he had an idea for his Wingsecond, though he hadn't spoken to him yet... Still, he was hopeful that the man would agree to partner with him. It could only help the both of them if they had a strong partner.

N'mol headed down the slight slope of the hallway, back to the storerooms he hadn't visited since the investigations. And didn't those still cause him some trouble. His eyes looked for signs of life, seeking out his former peer Roscoe, one of the other weyrbrats in Candidacy and a steady man overall. If he had Impressed... well, there was always a chance later. He might still be able to join N'mol's future wing. ... If he got that wing.

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The recent disaster of threadfall had taken it's toll on some of the Weyr's stores, namely on those used for healing and wound treatments, and now someone had to inventory what was left and make a list of what needed to be restocked. It wasn't a chore that Roscoe relished..but if the Weyr needed it done then he was going to do it.

A shadow in the doorway brought his attention away from his list and the stocks however and glancing over he saw N'mol. "Hey" He greeted his old friend "Good speech the other day"

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"Thanks. I had hoped I said everything I needed to." N'mol stood in the doorway for a moment, then came in and skimmed over Roscoe's list as he stood beside him. "How many of the rooms have you made it through?"

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"I just have to finish this one, some other candidate got tasked with the other ones" He stated in a rather thankful tone. "But no, your speech was good - far better I think then most of the others, regardless of you and Tyeth's rather youthful age I'm sure people will see past that in the long run. "

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N'mol smiled at his friend and clapped a hand on his shoulder briefly. "Glad to hear you'll at least have some time to yourself." He moved forward to move some of the meager supplies aside to see whatever was left behind them. No sense in not lending a hand while he was here. "Two stacks of bandages." He held out out to show Roscoe, then moved them to their own section of the shelf. "Can I count on your vote, when the time comes, then?"

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Marking down the bandages that N'mol called out he tapped the list and sighed slightly "The only thing this inventory isaccomplishing is pointing out what we all already knew...we need to restock our medical supplies" There had been so many hurt riders and dragons in the first fall that such a fact was obviouls without need for a count.

"Of course you can..you didn't think I'd vote for K'yp and his cowardly bronze did you? Or Y'fin - imagine serving under him someday, you'd do nothing but sit and wait forhim to get to the point during meetings." Roscoe rolled his eyes slightly at the thought.

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N'mol kept his thoughts on those riders to himself, but he certainly knew where Roscoe was coming from. Some of his contenders were not strong, but his youth was a concern to him. Not because he thought he wasn't ready; he knew he was. However, others in the Weyr might not feel the same way, especially the older members and riders. Thankfully, Roscoe had been one person he had counted on for a vote. He continued to work, moving items around and singing out when new ones were unearthed.

"We really are low. We can only hope the second Fall won't be so devestating," N'mol said, when he saw the state of the room's inventory. "I'm not W'lin's favorite person right now, but maybe I'll speak to L'olt and have him ask W'lin if we can organize some gathering parties to restock."

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Roscoe laughed slightly. "I had heard something about that" He stated in reference to N'mol and W'lin's current relationship. Heck everyone in the Weyr had heard something about that by now, he shrugged slighty "It'll pass over...or a differant bronze will fly one of the young queens when she rises, regardless it won't be an issue forever."

"The records say the first fall is always the worst..to be expected I suppose I mean you can practice all you want but its never the same as dealing with the real thing, everyone will adapt and learn...but in the meantime..some gathering parties might be a good idea - else we'll be bandaging people with torn up bed linens soon enough."

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N'mol's smile fell away at Roscoe's comment about the Rising of Suunath and Kheth, but that was the only sign that it had bothered him. Although N'mol tried not to focus on it much, during Weyrling training he and Tyeth had slowly gravitated away from Kheth and Isley-- not a difficult task, considering the other Goldrider was a bit more... private-- and toward Suunath and Kindra. It just always seemed to be the two of them paired up, running into each other, or being amiable in general, despite that there was a second Gold in their group and two more Bronzes. Suunath's Rising was something N'mol often thought about only in the strictest sense of Weyr business and the future. However, someone else voicing the inevitable-- and suggesting that some strange Bronze would Fly Suunath-- rubbed N'mol wrong. Tyeth, hearing his rider's thoughts, liked it no better than he did, though N'mol tried not to think about that very much either.

They will not Rise soon. There is time to worry about this later, Tyeth suggested. We will not fail if we set our minds to something.

N'mol turned his face back to the shelves so that Roscoe wouldn't see the slight wrinkling of his brow. I have no intention of having anything to do with that, Tyeth.

His Bronze wisely stayed silent, but the feeling that Tyeth was thinking "You're full of it" was very strong. N'mol shook it away and returned his attention to the present. All right, his aspirations like would lead to having to do with that, and he didn't like the thought of failing at something he put his mind to, but matching 'aspiration' openly to 'pursuing Kindra/Suunath' automatically made him feel... awkward. All the truths laid out in his mind were fact, but that didn't seem to deter his emotions any. Maybe that was because he didn't like to think his friendly overtures to her were strictly so that he could someday safely climb into her bed. It made him feel like a liar.

"Let's hope we can leave the bed linens right where they are. The Weavers are going to be beside themselves anyway, with all the bandages they'll have to make. I'll talk to L'olt. The sooner we begin gathering, the better shape we'll be in for Second Fall."

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Roscoe was an observant sort of person and he hardly failed to miss the way one of his remarks seemed to rub his friend the wrong way - he certainly hadn't meant to do so and to be honest he was having a bit of trouble figuring out just which part of comments had bothered N'mol, who was so typically unflappable. In the end Roscoe merely shrugged - whatever it was perhaps it would make itself known in time - but N'mol seemed content to move on and it appeared that he had been trying to hide his discomfort so apologizing would likely make it worse. Best to move on then.

"Likely so, I foresee them spending a few nights up at the very least..just as I foresee a few stints around the numbweed pots in my future" He stated with a slight sigh - it was a horribly smelly job, but a necessary one. "It would be great if you would make sure the parties get organized though - I have a feeling most of the Weyr is still in a bit of shock and I'm not sure everyone is really thinking about the things we need to do in order to prepare properly for next time. It's bad timing this threadfall starting what with everyhing else happening"

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N'mol nodded. That was true. The Weyr was still recovering, still in a bit of disarray. That W'lin himself hadn't already organized these groups showed what kind of straits Benden was in. Not that N'mol wanted to think about his Weyrleader not being capable; he'd had enough trouble with being tied to that as it was. Better to move foward.

"I should take care of it now. Thanks, Roscoe." N'mol clasped his friend's hand firmly. "I'll see you soon."

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"Take care of yourself and Tyeth out there" Roscoe told his friend as he returned the shake. It was hard to think of his friend flying thread in the near future while he would be stuck here in the Weyr dragonless still - but that, Roscoe was sure, would be rectified in good time. "And good luck in the vote."