24.Jan.12, 10:24 PM
Allendris blinked, apparently startled by such forcefulness and vulgarity from the lips of such a petite and lovely young lady. But Lymsleia had a point, and this was obviously something she cared very strongly about. Even he, after all of his years spent with Nerat and Ista's finest harpers, could not recall all of the teaching songs about Thread and dragonriders. The emphasis of their education - he and foster-siblings, that was - had always been on other subjects.
"You remember the songs well," the glass-smith complimented her, "but I think the dragonmen will not allow the North to burn. That's why we're all here, is it not?" Allendris gestured to the numerous huts that surrounded them, the majority of which in this area held non-rider folk like themselves. There were many Candidates, he had observed. Far more than could be Impressed by a single clutch of eggs, which he had heard numbered in the teens. Some of them had been Stolen recently, and others many months ago, before the majestic gold dragon had ever risen. He could see what they were doing: they were building an air force. To fight Thread. "They brought us here to help them fight. To help them protect the very people who scorn them, disavow their existence, steal their land and grow fat on the wealth that was the dragonmens' due..."
Allendris stared into the fire once more, expression transformed as if he had realized something for the very first time. "They're good people. The weyrfolk, I mean."
"You remember the songs well," the glass-smith complimented her, "but I think the dragonmen will not allow the North to burn. That's why we're all here, is it not?" Allendris gestured to the numerous huts that surrounded them, the majority of which in this area held non-rider folk like themselves. There were many Candidates, he had observed. Far more than could be Impressed by a single clutch of eggs, which he had heard numbered in the teens. Some of them had been Stolen recently, and others many months ago, before the majestic gold dragon had ever risen. He could see what they were doing: they were building an air force. To fight Thread. "They brought us here to help them fight. To help them protect the very people who scorn them, disavow their existence, steal their land and grow fat on the wealth that was the dragonmens' due..."
Allendris stared into the fire once more, expression transformed as if he had realized something for the very first time. "They're good people. The weyrfolk, I mean."
Bronze Weyrling Vyaniorth