07.Apr.19, 09:20 AM
“I can do that,” R’nya agreed mildly, nodding once just slightly in agreement to generating a list of the Healers who had been Stolen. He didn’t personally know who they all were, but he certainly knew how to come about that information. There were several Harpers who had been prone to keeping notes, and R’nya knew that D’ren had kept detailed information on who everyone was and who they had been. He wasn’t sure if those original notes were still around, what with the landslide and all, but if they weren’t, he knew they would have been regenerated. He could get the names for the MasterHealer.
R’nya hummed softly in agreement as Verec finished with his notes and looked up at him. R’nya honestly found the man rather fascinating, though he was being careful not to let any emotion show on his face except those he felt could help him. It wasn’t hard, either; it was something that had made him a particularly good ‘second’ to S’kef and his rather unorthodox methods for running the Weyr. And wasn’t that an unpleasant memory? Really, it felt much more like a bad dream one wakes up from wondering what the fuck their mind was thinking when they finally fell asleep.
“I will get them to you within the next seven days,” R’nya said firmly, pursing his lips thoughtfully as he stood up, managing to time the motion (without meaning to) to Verec’s rather thinly veiled dismissal. R’nya lifted an eyebrow slightly at the other man, but didn’t say anything as he simply picked his riding gloves and helmet up from where he’d put them beside the seat he’d taken, and walked calmly out of the office without another word. No need to be too petty with the man that was doing what R’nya wanted – though the bronzerider had absolutely no doubt that Verec would manage to get more out of it than he had said.
R’nya hummed softly in agreement as Verec finished with his notes and looked up at him. R’nya honestly found the man rather fascinating, though he was being careful not to let any emotion show on his face except those he felt could help him. It wasn’t hard, either; it was something that had made him a particularly good ‘second’ to S’kef and his rather unorthodox methods for running the Weyr. And wasn’t that an unpleasant memory? Really, it felt much more like a bad dream one wakes up from wondering what the fuck their mind was thinking when they finally fell asleep.
“I will get them to you within the next seven days,” R’nya said firmly, pursing his lips thoughtfully as he stood up, managing to time the motion (without meaning to) to Verec’s rather thinly veiled dismissal. R’nya lifted an eyebrow slightly at the other man, but didn’t say anything as he simply picked his riding gloves and helmet up from where he’d put them beside the seat he’d taken, and walked calmly out of the office without another word. No need to be too petty with the man that was doing what R’nya wanted – though the bronzerider had absolutely no doubt that Verec would manage to get more out of it than he had said.