09.Feb.20, 09:58 PM
L’gan’s expression softened slightly as Vaera replied to his question with typical teenage angst and outrage. “I didn’t mean to accuse or judge, it’s just… these are clearly from the abandoned Weyrs. Since dragons typically go between when they die, we just don’t have these sorts of records.”
He saw the look on her face as she clearly decided against saying something else. “I understand the desire to learn from physical remains, but this isn’t a cadaver willed to the Hall for study. Thallyath graciously allowed us to study her clutch, but that was a deviation from the norm. Whoever did these,” he said, looking at the page he still held in his hands, “went into an abandoned Weyr and poked through the lives of riders and their dragons. I understand why, and I admire their skills, but as a rider… It makes me a little sick.”
As she began to gather her things up in a huff, he reached over and laid a hand over hers. “Don’t, please. I would still like to see them, if you’ll allow me. I can disagree with the methods and still recognize the value in the illustrations.” He traded her the drawing he had for one of the others as she reluctantly sat again
He saw the look on her face as she clearly decided against saying something else. “I understand the desire to learn from physical remains, but this isn’t a cadaver willed to the Hall for study. Thallyath graciously allowed us to study her clutch, but that was a deviation from the norm. Whoever did these,” he said, looking at the page he still held in his hands, “went into an abandoned Weyr and poked through the lives of riders and their dragons. I understand why, and I admire their skills, but as a rider… It makes me a little sick.”
As she began to gather her things up in a huff, he reached over and laid a hand over hers. “Don’t, please. I would still like to see them, if you’ll allow me. I can disagree with the methods and still recognize the value in the illustrations.” He traded her the drawing he had for one of the others as she reluctantly sat again