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15.Mar.12, 11:37 PM
She'd eaten earlier, and Jada was now staring at a list of the students in her class. She needed to move them on up to something else, but she wasn't sure what they needed to learn. Honestly, the Harper wasn't even quite sure she had enough of a grasp on her students, but maybe she was just over-thinking? Jada had still been fairly new to teaching, for all that she had been a Journeyman for some time. She had been at the Hall for much of it, and her first post had been easy. There hadn't been any 'special needs' there. But this was a Weyr! She was still in awe of it more than anything. She had only been here half a turn? Or so. And Jada still wasn't sure how she felt about the change in circumstances.
It was an honor, in a way. The circumstances could ahve been better. She had the chance of a lifetime! At the cost of a bright future. There were no guarantees of anything. Her loss could be for naught. She could live out the rest of her life as a broodmare for the Weyrleader, personal growth stunted by the advent of parasites in her womb; or, possibly, she could find herself bonded to a dragon. There really were positives to every negative. She just had to seek them out. (Jada wanted a family, she didn't mean to call her future spawn parasites.... She didn't like having it forced on her. She'd planned on finding love first, or a husband. She'd likely find neither at Katila, though the former would be a welcome chance.)
Dragons started humming in the early evening, interrupting her sulk and Jada shot to attention, golden-amber eyes going wide. Wasn't that... well, yes! It was. She was quite sure that they'd gone over this in Candidate Class, and if that wasn't confirmation enough? Riders and Weyrfolk alike started running about, trying to get their heads on straight. Everyone had places to go, people to ferry, and Jada found herself being dragged from the Crafthall, her papers scattered and forgotten on her desk.
Ushered one way, ushered another; Jada just did as she was instructed and made it to the Sands in one piece. She'd been shoved into her white robe, which almost glowed against her sun-tanned skin. It also made the dusting of freckles across her nose stand out. She hated it. And the sandals she had to wear? Barely covered anything; The Sands were hot, and this was no protection!
She thought she caught a glimpse of Indivara, but the girl was gone again in a moment, and the Harper bit her lip, eyes returning to the (fairly) small objects that would determine the futures of eighteen people. It was rather intimidating, in a way. She wasn't nervous. Not at all. Why should she be? Her life was already determined, and Jada could adapt to that. After all, her life had been decided on by parents, and MasterHarpers, and Dragonriders, so one more person making a decision for her wasn't going to be the straw that broke her. In fact, this one might be what saved her.
There had been greater shocks.
It was an honor, in a way. The circumstances could ahve been better. She had the chance of a lifetime! At the cost of a bright future. There were no guarantees of anything. Her loss could be for naught. She could live out the rest of her life as a broodmare for the Weyrleader, personal growth stunted by the advent of parasites in her womb; or, possibly, she could find herself bonded to a dragon. There really were positives to every negative. She just had to seek them out. (Jada wanted a family, she didn't mean to call her future spawn parasites.... She didn't like having it forced on her. She'd planned on finding love first, or a husband. She'd likely find neither at Katila, though the former would be a welcome chance.)
Dragons started humming in the early evening, interrupting her sulk and Jada shot to attention, golden-amber eyes going wide. Wasn't that... well, yes! It was. She was quite sure that they'd gone over this in Candidate Class, and if that wasn't confirmation enough? Riders and Weyrfolk alike started running about, trying to get their heads on straight. Everyone had places to go, people to ferry, and Jada found herself being dragged from the Crafthall, her papers scattered and forgotten on her desk.
Ushered one way, ushered another; Jada just did as she was instructed and made it to the Sands in one piece. She'd been shoved into her white robe, which almost glowed against her sun-tanned skin. It also made the dusting of freckles across her nose stand out. She hated it. And the sandals she had to wear? Barely covered anything; The Sands were hot, and this was no protection!
She thought she caught a glimpse of Indivara, but the girl was gone again in a moment, and the Harper bit her lip, eyes returning to the (fairly) small objects that would determine the futures of eighteen people. It was rather intimidating, in a way. She wasn't nervous. Not at all. Why should she be? Her life was already determined, and Jada could adapt to that. After all, her life had been decided on by parents, and MasterHarpers, and Dragonriders, so one more person making a decision for her wasn't going to be the straw that broke her. In fact, this one might be what saved her.
There had been greater shocks.
