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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 3:03 am
“First time he saw a dead body” L’ris confirmed, apparently finding the whole thing kind of hilarious - but then with some things, you had to laugh or you’d cry. “Really messy domestic - wife took an axe to the husband and the husband’s lover, kind of the stupid b*****d’s own fault, tupping the guy in his marriage bed. My weyr’s this way - I’ve asked Pennath to tell Hiraeth that I’ve borrowed you, so you won’t be in trouble if there’s somewhere you need to be”
Sometimes she could be thoughtful. Sometimes.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 3:53 am
Well that was all the shades of horrifying. Vanavia was too distracted by the gore to even register that the nature of the couple would have raised eyebrows back home. It was a grim thing to imagine and it even managed to cause the candidate's usually trained face to falter just long enough to grimace before she slipped it back into place when the subject quickly chained.
"Oh, thank you." At least she wasn't going to get in trouble, perhaps just a bit more horrified as time marched on.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 4:04 am
L’ris led her up through the warren of small tunnels that led to the lower Weyrs - it had taken her a good half-turn to first learn the map of them in her head, when she had first come here (and she could have sworn that they moved) - and through a hanging curtain into a small but well-appointed room. There were metal shutters at the very far end of the weyr, which presumably led out onto a ledge for dragons somewhere above the bowl.
It contained everything a rider would need - a bed, a small table (with part of a set of straps dumped on it) with two chairs, and a shelf loaded with knickknacks and jars of various goods and a few slender books. The walls were white-washed, with paintings on them that looked as though they might be those of a child: dragons in flight, men and women in armour marching to war, their shields raised, and a clumsy representation of the Weyr itself.
“Take a seat” L’ris said briskly, picking up the dumped straps and dropping them on the floor - although not on the rag-work rug.
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