L'thor paused a heartbeat before nodding to the woodsman's demand. It was a reasonable one: unless Allende wished to remain at the Weyr was a drudge, and a possible mother of hypothetical future candidates there would be nothing for her to do but come back to this life. "On the honor of green Raith, I swear I shall return Allende here to her home if she does not become a dragonrider." Moments after his promise, the strongly built man turned and left.
Well, that was well over with. Thank goodness for that, and thank goodness he'd kept his temper. Allende had handled things very smoothly without him shoving his pointy nose in.
L'thor blew a long breath out through said pointy nose and turned back to the tall young candidate with a smile. When she spoke he couldn't help chuckling. "Please, do call me L'thor; I have never been any kind of a lord... What you need to do for me though is gather a bag of possessions and clothes, just one as you'll have very little space at the Weyr. After that, unless you've any other goodbyes to make, we shall head for Ista. You're quite fortunate," he added with a grin, "there's a clutch hardening on the sands already, but you'll arrive in plenty of time to get settled in before the Touching." Another candidate. Another mouth to feed, another person to find a bed for. Yet what could you do? When you found potential you had to bring it in no matter what. Allende deserved the chance to find her lifemate no matter how cramped Ista Weyr might be.
