Post by menta on Dec 10, 2006 13:27:38 GMT -5
F'ley rubbed his temples. This was a long day. He'd just managed to shoo off Derric, hoping it would help, but it hadn't. Chores had been like standing in fall today, and he was sharding tired. But next to him were a stack of papers...which he had to have dealt with by the end of the day. None of them were his own of course, but things he had taken for Candidates, Weyrbrats, Weyrligns, Riders, and other such Weyrfolk.
The Candidates were the worst, the holdbred ones. With marks coming out of their ears, and lazy as wherries. But he apprecieated their business, because unlike them, he needed to earn his own mark...for him and Derr. He sorted the hides into piles. Nearly hlf were assignments for Candidate and Weyrling lessons, which he would have to complete while "disguising" his own handwriing. Although he would have bet that the Weyrlingmasters could guess that he did several of his classmates papers. The other part, were usualyl more fun for him. Lovesick brats and candidates wanting wanting love poems for their sweeties, or perhaps a romantic story. He knew nothign of love personally, but was a romantic at heart, and the right words had always seemed to come to him naturally. He also took a few commisions from the illiterate Weyrfolk for letters back home, and charged hardly anything. But that was mainly dictation and he had already finished those
He picked up the next letter and grimaced. It was from that good looking greenrider boy he'd had a crush on forever to an older bluerider. Well, he woudl have to put his own feelings asside and get to work. He got paid well for this. He just wondered how he'd gotten so much to pile up, he was usually incredibly prompt on all this. He had probably been spending too much time with Derric. He picked up his writing stick. He looked at the hurredly scribbled sheet of instructions. Write something romantic and good.
He sighed.
He bit his lip and began with an easily believable lie he often used. I saw you at the feeding grounds recently during lessons. I did not come over, i just watched you there and couldn't take my eyes away. I missed the entire lecture, but i didn't care...just to se you standing there. F'leyen sighed again and put the writing tool down. That was absolute beast dung. Why the fall was this happenng to him...he never got writer's block.
The Candidates were the worst, the holdbred ones. With marks coming out of their ears, and lazy as wherries. But he apprecieated their business, because unlike them, he needed to earn his own mark...for him and Derr. He sorted the hides into piles. Nearly hlf were assignments for Candidate and Weyrling lessons, which he would have to complete while "disguising" his own handwriing. Although he would have bet that the Weyrlingmasters could guess that he did several of his classmates papers. The other part, were usualyl more fun for him. Lovesick brats and candidates wanting wanting love poems for their sweeties, or perhaps a romantic story. He knew nothign of love personally, but was a romantic at heart, and the right words had always seemed to come to him naturally. He also took a few commisions from the illiterate Weyrfolk for letters back home, and charged hardly anything. But that was mainly dictation and he had already finished those
He picked up the next letter and grimaced. It was from that good looking greenrider boy he'd had a crush on forever to an older bluerider. Well, he woudl have to put his own feelings asside and get to work. He got paid well for this. He just wondered how he'd gotten so much to pile up, he was usually incredibly prompt on all this. He had probably been spending too much time with Derric. He picked up his writing stick. He looked at the hurredly scribbled sheet of instructions. Write something romantic and good.
He sighed.
He bit his lip and began with an easily believable lie he often used. I saw you at the feeding grounds recently during lessons. I did not come over, i just watched you there and couldn't take my eyes away. I missed the entire lecture, but i didn't care...just to se you standing there. F'leyen sighed again and put the writing tool down. That was absolute beast dung. Why the fall was this happenng to him...he never got writer's block.