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 Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 3:52 pm
Dinner had been over for just a few minutes, and most of the riders had left the tables to go do what they wished. It was only a small few who were left scattered through the Dining Hall as Candidates and drudges walked through the tables, picking up dirtied platters and dinnerware. Ale spills and tossed-aside food stuck to the floors tonight, a messier night than usual.
For some reason, most of the Candidates she was working with were pretty tired. In the few days since the Hatching, it had been a busy time for all. New baby dragons and Weyrlings trying to get acclimated; Candidates who had lost coworkers and were trying to congratulate friends.
And not to mention some people were trying to slack off, what with the Candidatemaster's attention somewhat divided.
Not that Jada would ever...
Okay, she was guilty of it.
As she passed by one of the tables, she gave the greenrider sitting there a smile. "Hello Weyrsinger." she greeted M'dor. "Did you enjoy dinner?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 2:38 pm
M'dor was quietly moping, nursing a cup of klah, in his usual corner. Though his writings were scattered about him as usual, his mind couldn't be further away from them. Ghenza. A place that had been sectioned off from the rest of Pern for almost 50 turns. It was hard to even imagine such a place. Rumour had it that the whers there were giant, the dragons even bigger, and above all they'd had no contact with anyone since their initial separation. It was like a Harper's dream. There was, however, one small problem.
He couldn't go.
It was the first time in his life that the Weyrsinger was jealous about High Reaches. He'd never liked the place to begin with – not that he disliked it either, but the facts were the facts – but now their dragons got to experience a whole new world while he had to stay at Telgar listening to rumours. It just wasn't fair.
M'dor was pulled from his internal whinging by the sound of a voice, and he looked up to find his favourite ex-Harper apprentice smiling at him. "Ah, good evening Jadamirei. I did indeed. The kitchen's improved their vegetable rolls. I was very impressed. How have you been since the Hatching?"
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Dragonriders of Pern Shop Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 2:55 pm
"From what I understand they've been working on improving those rolls since the time of Faranth. I'm glad that they finally succeeded." the dark-haired young woman leaned against the table, pulling plates closer to her and stacking them neatly before sliding them into the carrying tub. "And I've been alright." she said finally. The Weyrsinger knew well how startled the Hatching had made her, the blood affecting her far too much. (She'd cried at him the day following, reveling in the comfort he and Ichoth provided.)
"How about you, Weyrsinger? Already writing tales about those dragonets personalities? Still continuing that piece you'd been working on for the Masters?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 1:45 pm
M'dor chuckled at Jadamirei's words, his grin widening. "Only alright? Tsk tsk, we shall have to do something about that. Perhaps I shall write a song for you." He was only half-joking, but it never hurt to tease. Besides, even if he did write one for the girl she would have a hard time reading it. It did rather defeat the purpose of a cheering-up song if you couldn't even read the words to be cheered up.
"Me? No, no, I've just been doing Hall work mostly. Keeping the records updated. You know the work." Judging by the expression on his face it clearly wasn't his favourite kind of work. Knowing the Weyrsinger's handwriting, it was quite possible that the Archivist felt the same way. "I've actually been trying to get my hands on information about this Ghenza place, but to no avail. Did you know that they won't even let the hall send a Harper there? It's positively disgraceful!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 1:59 pm
"You should write me something." she teased him back. "No words though, I'll not have the foggiest what you are talking about. 'Weyrsinger, is this an r or a g?'" It was a bit of an exaggeration, but not too much.
She hit the last dish her tray could carry. "I'll be back in a few minutes, Weyrsinger." she told him, and scurried off. It was only maybe 5 or 6 of those promised minutes when she came back in with another pan and another Candidate, who took over after she hurriedly finished filling this last tray with dishes.
Now Jada took a seat next to the Weyrsinger. "So you said that Ghenza won't let anyone at all in?" she frowned. "So one would assume that they had a Hall of their own, but... why wouldn't they be open to an exchange of information?" Everyone knew Ghenza had opened their borders for the first time in fifty turns. "Not only for an exchange of knowledge, but even a brief exchange of... the little advances we've both surely had since then! Crafting?" she frowned. "To deny a Harper..." How did the Ghenzans learn what they needed to know?
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 10:38 am
"Oh hush you, my writing is not that bad," M'dor feigned indignation, but his expression quickly returned to an easy smile. Writing love letters was definitely not his strong point. He'd learned that the hard way with a particular female cook who thought he'd called her as fat as a herdbeast. He'd learned very quickly that serenading was the way to go.
The Weyrsinger nodded when she finished cleaning up, using the time she was gone to scour through his Ghenza notes again. The rumours seemed so far fetched, and yet there really was nothing else to go on. How could he go by this information alone? Harpers were supposed to experience things first hand!
M'dor tutted softly and put his notes down when Jadamirei returned, giving her his full attention. "No, they haven't let anyone in since Dorath's clutch. They've been completely cut off from the rest of Pern. I'm sure many people didn't even believe they existed!" Indeed, even he had been sceptical at first. "And they were paranoid, apparently. Afraid of the plague, afraid of getting sick and dying. They'd rather risk becoming stagnant in their craft than dying of a disease. They were barely willing to let Dorath's clutch and a few stragglers from High Reaches stay there, as far as I heard. Didn't even want them there in the first place."
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