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28.Oct.20, 02:41 AM
Alekse cocked an eyebrow at the young man, and considered his sister at his side. A pang of sadness knowing her fear, and of guilt on behalf of needing to keep such a secret gnawed at his stomach. ‘Settling down’ for a crafter or holder meant marriage and marriage typically meant children, both subjects being a bit bitter for the redhead.
He thought of dragons in Flight and stories of the...events...that went with, some basic, others doubtlessly exaggerated. But that would be different compared to marrying and bringing children onto Pern as would have been her fate as a holder’s wife. The Weyr had ways of preventing pregnancy if desired, and he was grateful for that for her sake.
He knew she looked up to him. He didn’t want her to feel like she’d done wrong by choosing the trace she did, while he was choosing the more traveled, expected trace.
Eyeing the blue rider, he crafted his reply. “There’s more to Runnercraft than just running.” He offered a small smile. “There are timetables, trace building and maintenance. Weather-sense, and making calls on whether to send runners out in a given situation, as well a degree of healer training, even. To assess runners for fitness of duty and rank. Mapping...many of those maps you have, even copies in the Weyrs, were made with the help of runners. I’m sure I’m forgetting more...” he laughed somewhat. “And masters do still run their traces for many of those reasons, or if there are no other runners available. Sometimes a master is the only one at a connecting station and if the incoming runner is lame, well, the pouch has to be passed on somehow. Plus, I’ve got some ideas on how to further the craft, like ways of distance marking to improve run times, ways of tallying marks and having them available for runners at each station instead of adding precious weight to their belts…or working with Lord Holders to get runners assigned to ground crews if Thread ever does come back.” He winced and stifled an involuntary shudder. Even the thought of the silvery stuff left his cocoa tasting bitter. “Few holders have firelizards and even fewer would have the time to scrawl and pack a message if there were signs of a burrow. And as a Master I’ll be in more of a spot to make those things happen.”
He shook his head in a placating way at her suggestion. “Nooo…not at all. In fact, they’ll probably run me off the traces when they hear…No, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, actually, but it may have been egged on by a Candidate from up at Benden I wouldn’t mind keeping company with.” He finished, hiding behind his mug.
He thought of dragons in Flight and stories of the...events...that went with, some basic, others doubtlessly exaggerated. But that would be different compared to marrying and bringing children onto Pern as would have been her fate as a holder’s wife. The Weyr had ways of preventing pregnancy if desired, and he was grateful for that for her sake.
He knew she looked up to him. He didn’t want her to feel like she’d done wrong by choosing the trace she did, while he was choosing the more traveled, expected trace.
Eyeing the blue rider, he crafted his reply. “There’s more to Runnercraft than just running.” He offered a small smile. “There are timetables, trace building and maintenance. Weather-sense, and making calls on whether to send runners out in a given situation, as well a degree of healer training, even. To assess runners for fitness of duty and rank. Mapping...many of those maps you have, even copies in the Weyrs, were made with the help of runners. I’m sure I’m forgetting more...” he laughed somewhat. “And masters do still run their traces for many of those reasons, or if there are no other runners available. Sometimes a master is the only one at a connecting station and if the incoming runner is lame, well, the pouch has to be passed on somehow. Plus, I’ve got some ideas on how to further the craft, like ways of distance marking to improve run times, ways of tallying marks and having them available for runners at each station instead of adding precious weight to their belts…or working with Lord Holders to get runners assigned to ground crews if Thread ever does come back.” He winced and stifled an involuntary shudder. Even the thought of the silvery stuff left his cocoa tasting bitter. “Few holders have firelizards and even fewer would have the time to scrawl and pack a message if there were signs of a burrow. And as a Master I’ll be in more of a spot to make those things happen.”
He shook his head in a placating way at her suggestion. “Nooo…not at all. In fact, they’ll probably run me off the traces when they hear…No, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, actually, but it may have been egged on by a Candidate from up at Benden I wouldn’t mind keeping company with.” He finished, hiding behind his mug.
