06.Feb.13, 04:54 AM
It had been a while since Volfetti had seen Talian. She didn't interact much with the Weyrlings, that would risk interacting with their lazy sod of a Weyrling Master. Initially she had wondered how on Pern he'd managed to get that job, but of course, he was in D'ren's pocket. Not that he was Weyrleader anymore... She frowned, shaking her head of such thoughts. Politics was something she didn't need to stick her nose into. Not only was it filthy Weyr business but she was a woman and that simply wasn't what she should be doing.
Seeing Talian Impress himself a little Brown had been interesting. Not only was it clear he hadn't wanted to even be there, but that a Brown had chosen him was interesting. If anything, Volfetti would have expected a Green, a nurturing one to care for the pains in his mind. She wasn't sure if she was happy for Talian's Impression, that she would decide after an afternoon together.
Adjusting the basket on her arm slightly she stared at the weyrling barracks. As a child she'd always had a part of her dreaming to Impress a dragon, because how could anyone not want to have one of the stunning beasts as a partner for life? Not to mention it would give her so many more years to fish. But now she was glad to be old enough to not stand for Impression. Even if she was eligible, she felt the age in her bones creeping in. How dragonriders could stand to live so long she didn't know. Inhaling she entered, looking around curiously at the building she had never entered before. It was so open, obviously to allow the growing dragons room to move, she felt a little lost at first. It didn't take her long to figure out where the newest class of weyrlings were sleeping though and she quickly headed that way.
"Talian?" She called out, peering around for the healer. A dozy little Green chirped at her, nosing at her legs for her attention. Looking down at the curled up dragon she blinked. "Do you know where Talian is, little one?" She chirped again and pointed her head to her left. Volfetti followed her gaze and spotted the healer further down. "Thank you!" She rubbed the Green's headknobs quickly before walking down to where Talian was.
"Hey, Talian. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" She said hesitantly, trying not to pry into his personal space. "We haven't seen each other for so long, I thought I'd bring you some things." She gestured at the picnic basket hanging from her arm.
Seeing Talian Impress himself a little Brown had been interesting. Not only was it clear he hadn't wanted to even be there, but that a Brown had chosen him was interesting. If anything, Volfetti would have expected a Green, a nurturing one to care for the pains in his mind. She wasn't sure if she was happy for Talian's Impression, that she would decide after an afternoon together.
Adjusting the basket on her arm slightly she stared at the weyrling barracks. As a child she'd always had a part of her dreaming to Impress a dragon, because how could anyone not want to have one of the stunning beasts as a partner for life? Not to mention it would give her so many more years to fish. But now she was glad to be old enough to not stand for Impression. Even if she was eligible, she felt the age in her bones creeping in. How dragonriders could stand to live so long she didn't know. Inhaling she entered, looking around curiously at the building she had never entered before. It was so open, obviously to allow the growing dragons room to move, she felt a little lost at first. It didn't take her long to figure out where the newest class of weyrlings were sleeping though and she quickly headed that way.
"Talian?" She called out, peering around for the healer. A dozy little Green chirped at her, nosing at her legs for her attention. Looking down at the curled up dragon she blinked. "Do you know where Talian is, little one?" She chirped again and pointed her head to her left. Volfetti followed her gaze and spotted the healer further down. "Thank you!" She rubbed the Green's headknobs quickly before walking down to where Talian was.
"Hey, Talian. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" She said hesitantly, trying not to pry into his personal space. "We haven't seen each other for so long, I thought I'd bring you some things." She gestured at the picnic basket hanging from her arm.