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 Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 2:48 am
He studied her intently for another short pause, contemplating the small victory that she hadn't erupted into rage at him yet.
"If you fail to impress, and we haven't yet convinced you that we're not the worse thing to happen to Pern since thread, then I'll return you to your uncles Hold, myself." He promised, though this earned a somewhat resentful crawl of emotions he was sure came at least half from Coriath, who would have preferred she stand as long as she could.
"But I think you're missing a significant point. You do have a fair amount to offer, since I haven't met many candidates with with much deeper thoughts regarding the Weyr than weather or not they'll impress the gold or a bronze."
There. Fine. He wished she'd get the idea that he knew damn well that some riders were arrogant, that it wasn't a special and unique ability only given to holders to know that they were still human, even with their dragon partners, and improving relations would only help all parties.
Sufficient frustration, or hungry riders could conceivably refuse to defend a Hold that had not been tithing, though he hoped it wouldn't come down to that, or that it wouldn't occur to anyone if the thread did start falling again.
Perhaps it was blind faith that it someday would, but he believed it, though at the moment he found himself questioning if that was any different than her conviction that what he was doing was a waste of time.
Of course it's different. Coriath argued with a note of uncharacteristic irritability.
"Anyway, I'd consider it a personal favor if you would at least consider staying for this hatching. Your opinions aside I think you're an intelligent young woman with a good head on her shoulders, and you have good reflexes."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 3:44 pm
Though she didn’t want to admit it, Emori was touched by the rider’s compliments—and the offer to take her home. He sounded a bit like a scolding parent, but at least he wasn’t yelling at her, or hitting her. As a matter of fact, it was one of the nicer conversations she’d had at the Weyr. She was still doubtful, though, that he really meant it. Maybe she’d trust him someday, but that would depend on her future at Ista. For now, she was content to be skeptical.
“Consider it a deal.” She smiled grimly and walked over to the dragonrider, tilting her head back to look up at him. “You have until the Hatching to convince me.” With that, she held out her hand to seal the agreement.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 4:14 pm
He relaxed visibly, extending his hand and shifting the clean skins again in his other arm, trying to make sure he didn't drop them in this gesture of, if not camaraderie, then at least understanding.
"I'll have to do my best then." He agreed, giving her hand a firm, but not crushing shake. "But I suppose for the moment we should finish this." He nodded faintly toward his armload of skins. "Then I have to sort out exactly how to win you over."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 4:09 pm
"Well, good luck on that," she replied, returning to her bag of used bedding. She lifted it over her shoulder and went to the door, where she paused to nod to the dragonrider. "Let's get to it, then."
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