28.Jan.18, 03:45 AM
Lessons were a bore. Nerreh had the dubious double privilege of being weyrbred and (unfortunately) a girl. She’d grown up around dragons, and had been helping her grandfather bathe his brown as far back as she could remember. He’d taught her all about caring for dragons as she grew up, so she’d already had most of the lessons including hands on experience. Second, girls weren’t allowed to Stand until seventeen turns, while boys could at fourteen. Meaning all her childhood friends had been through Candidate lessons and had felt a need to tell her all the details. So now, Nerreh had to attend her own Candidate classes and learn information she’d already been taught once, if not twice, already.
Boring.
Honestly, the effort it took to stay awake was enormous. B’jin wasn’t saying anything she didn’t know, and the only entertainment came from the weird questions Candidates who’d been Searched sometimes asked (and whenever the ‘here’s how sex works in the Weyr’ lesson came around, that always gave a good laugh. The looks on the prim holdbred faces!). Unfortunately, nothing interesting had happened that day. Something on weyr hierarchies. Yawn. Nerreh knew it all. She’d gotten scolded for her lack of attention before, being told that she’d miss something important she’d need someday, but with the know-it-all arrogance of youth she ignored the advice. The half-awake stupor Nerreh had fallen into that particular day wasn’t even fully ended by being dismissed, and she barely heard her name being called. Blinking and shaking her head to clear the daze, Nerreh looked up at the smiling Vaeyla.
Vaeyla? At Telgar? Now this was interesting, and the last vestiges of boredom disappeared as Nerreh returned the smile.
“Vee! It’s been ages!” Nerreh said, moving to stand by the goldrider. “Of course I’ve got a moment.” She said, not even sparing a thought for her schedule. If there was anything actually important to do, she would have remembered it. Chores didn’t count, obviously.
“What’s up?” She asked, curious.
Boring.
Honestly, the effort it took to stay awake was enormous. B’jin wasn’t saying anything she didn’t know, and the only entertainment came from the weird questions Candidates who’d been Searched sometimes asked (and whenever the ‘here’s how sex works in the Weyr’ lesson came around, that always gave a good laugh. The looks on the prim holdbred faces!). Unfortunately, nothing interesting had happened that day. Something on weyr hierarchies. Yawn. Nerreh knew it all. She’d gotten scolded for her lack of attention before, being told that she’d miss something important she’d need someday, but with the know-it-all arrogance of youth she ignored the advice. The half-awake stupor Nerreh had fallen into that particular day wasn’t even fully ended by being dismissed, and she barely heard her name being called. Blinking and shaking her head to clear the daze, Nerreh looked up at the smiling Vaeyla.
Vaeyla? At Telgar? Now this was interesting, and the last vestiges of boredom disappeared as Nerreh returned the smile.
“Vee! It’s been ages!” Nerreh said, moving to stand by the goldrider. “Of course I’ve got a moment.” She said, not even sparing a thought for her schedule. If there was anything actually important to do, she would have remembered it. Chores didn’t count, obviously.
“What’s up?” She asked, curious.