07.Jan.19, 02:17 AM
The finer details of the Healer Hall’s arrangement with the dragonriders was still being worked out, but R’nya had already started submitting the names of Weyrfolk to be considered as students. Verec had also received the list of former Healers among the dragonriders, and he had all the paperwork for this experiment of theirs organized on his desk. He’d started a file for potential students, and while so far it only had the lists of names, Verec was hoping to add to it today. There was a sheet of paper set on his desk in front of him with one word on it — a name. Madiquel.
She was the first of his interviews of the Weyrfolk, and Verec had a sneaking suspicion she was somehow important to the arrangement. Her name had been the first submitted to him, after all, top of the list, and first to come visit. Well, perhaps visit was a strong word, Verec thought as he made sure he had a sharp writing utensil handy, considering she was there to prove to him she was worth the time, effort, and resources to train as a Healer who wouldn’t truly be part of his Hall. Maybe he could lure some of them away from the Weyrs, though he doubted it.
With a thoughtful hum Verec dug out another sheet of paper, this one with a list of topics and questions he wanted to cover in the interview, and looked it over to refresh his memory. Most of the points were fairly basic and straightforward, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t forget anything important. He had put a lot of thought into these interviews, after all, wouldn’t do to miss an important point.
Verec expected her to arrive any minute. He’d assigned a young Journeyman to keep an eye out for the dragon who would be arriving with his interviewee, and to greet them and escort the girl to his office, as well as make sure the dragonrider who brought her wouldn’t get up to any shenanigans while waiting to bring the girl back to the Weyr. The girl’s ride did not need to be present for the interview itself, as whoever they were would be irrelevant to whether or not Madiquel would be accepted as a student. Verec rather hoped she would — starting with a failure would hardly be auspicious, but he wasn’t going to accept her just because she was first. After a few more minutes of organizing his desk and making sure everything he wanted was laid out, Verec heard a knock on his office door.
“Enter,” he called, watching as the door swung open to reveal his Journeyman and a teenage girl. “Thank you, Terin,” Verec gave the Journeyman a nod before fixing his gaze on the girl, “Madiquel, I believe? You may take a seat,” he said, gesturing at the chair across from his desk. Time to see what this girl was made of.
She was the first of his interviews of the Weyrfolk, and Verec had a sneaking suspicion she was somehow important to the arrangement. Her name had been the first submitted to him, after all, top of the list, and first to come visit. Well, perhaps visit was a strong word, Verec thought as he made sure he had a sharp writing utensil handy, considering she was there to prove to him she was worth the time, effort, and resources to train as a Healer who wouldn’t truly be part of his Hall. Maybe he could lure some of them away from the Weyrs, though he doubted it.
With a thoughtful hum Verec dug out another sheet of paper, this one with a list of topics and questions he wanted to cover in the interview, and looked it over to refresh his memory. Most of the points were fairly basic and straightforward, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t forget anything important. He had put a lot of thought into these interviews, after all, wouldn’t do to miss an important point.
Verec expected her to arrive any minute. He’d assigned a young Journeyman to keep an eye out for the dragon who would be arriving with his interviewee, and to greet them and escort the girl to his office, as well as make sure the dragonrider who brought her wouldn’t get up to any shenanigans while waiting to bring the girl back to the Weyr. The girl’s ride did not need to be present for the interview itself, as whoever they were would be irrelevant to whether or not Madiquel would be accepted as a student. Verec rather hoped she would — starting with a failure would hardly be auspicious, but he wasn’t going to accept her just because she was first. After a few more minutes of organizing his desk and making sure everything he wanted was laid out, Verec heard a knock on his office door.
“Enter,” he called, watching as the door swung open to reveal his Journeyman and a teenage girl. “Thank you, Terin,” Verec gave the Journeyman a nod before fixing his gaze on the girl, “Madiquel, I believe? You may take a seat,” he said, gesturing at the chair across from his desk. Time to see what this girl was made of.