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Post by LyricalBlue on Mar 2, 2007 23:07:34 GMT -5
Why was there always a stack of skins on his desk. People really should start writing less. I'slen sighed and continued to flip through the lists, it was the new batch of Weyrlings. Sharieth had done well, the theft aside. The new ones were his favorites, though he'd never admit it aloud. Watching them blunder through that new wonder of life and love. It brought him closer to Wes every time, and the bronze was always so good with the awkward youngsters.
Of course I am, I am good at everything I do.
Of course you are. I would never suggest otherwise.
I know.
Shaking his head, I'slen went back to his papers with a smile. Where was that young girl, he'd sent Feya after her some time ago. Well maybe time just went slower when he had to do all this record work. Sharding people and their records. A knock and a voice at his door switched his attention away yet again.
"Come in, come in!" He called out, more than happy to be torn away from the stack of work. Provided it wasn't one of the Weyrlings who overfed their dragon again... He smirked, poor things were grumpy for days.
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FireThorne
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Post by FireThorne on Mar 3, 2007 0:01:00 GMT -5
Raelwyn smiled softly to herself when the bronzerider invited her into his office, opening the door quietly and stepping inside. Getting her first look at the Weyrling Master’s room, the girl gazed about in awe at the spacious office. None of the rooms the candidate had been allowed in were this well-appointed. The man himself was seated at a large desk in the back, three chairs arranged in front of it. A stack of record skins were piled before him, and Rael did not have to work too hard at guessing what he had been occupied with before her arrival. Of course, taking into account there were a new batch of weyrlings for Ponaa to boast, he would be buried in records for quite a while. She ran her hands over the front of her skirt again to smooth out any wrinkles, more from nerves than anything. Although, his voice had sounded rather cheerful when she knocked, and the candidate took heart in that. He would not be so pleased to see her if she were in trouble, now would he?
Approaching his desk, Rael dipped in a bow, then folded her hands before her. She wondered if he would notice she was not wearing her necklaces. “Good evening, Weyrling Master.” The girl said cheerfully, smiling as she studied his face. In all honesty, she had been looking forward to seeing him again and had not had the opportunity to. “Feya let me know you wished to see me.” It was a statement, but her voice added a query to the words, curiosity flavoring her speech. The candidate watched the bronzerider closely, her green eyes searching for what he might have in store for her.
Still just a candidate, her opportunity to be a weyrling stolen away by Ista, Raelwyn suddenly wondered what she could have had if only Sharieth’s gold egg remained on the sands. Would she have been a rider even now, a lovely queen resting in her weyr as her young rider approached I’slen? Of course, this meeting might have been far more awkward if so, she suddenly reflected, realizing that she might have thought she was in trouble otherwise. Well, the girl sourly pondered, at least that was not the case. Pushing away those unpleasant thoughts, Rael instead focused her full, curious attention on the bronzerider before her, awaiting his next words anxiously. Perhaps he had asked Tujal to instruct her further in the way of the queenrider, or maybe he had some advice to offer. The Weyrling Master might have even had some further news of the stolen gold egg, whether it had hatched a healthy queen or not.
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