Post by thedreamerlady on Jan 26, 2008 13:01:25 GMT -5
R'net reread the statements over and over. The hides were old, crumbling, and the poor Wingsecond desperately wanted to believe that he was misreading the faded text, but he knew he did not. What Mari had left in that beautiful wooden trunk was worth more than all the jewels in the world.
It was an answer to what they could do in wake of the Sicknesses, it was a blueprint for how to save themselves the indignity of too few candidates, it was a safety net.
He scrubbed his hand through his short auburn hair, and glowered at the papers. He had to report this. It was his solum duty as a Bronzerider to tell this to Elisha. No matter how foolish it would look.
Silently wishing Mari had given this task to someone Elisha was less likely to kick out of her Weyr laughing, R'net went to change into something nicer. He had a Weyrwoman to meet and convince.
It was an answer to what they could do in wake of the Sicknesses, it was a blueprint for how to save themselves the indignity of too few candidates, it was a safety net.
He scrubbed his hand through his short auburn hair, and glowered at the papers. He had to report this. It was his solum duty as a Bronzerider to tell this to Elisha. No matter how foolish it would look.
Silently wishing Mari had given this task to someone Elisha was less likely to kick out of her Weyr laughing, R'net went to change into something nicer. He had a Weyrwoman to meet and convince.