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744.03.31 | Not Burning The Midnight Oil (Yet) - I'serin - 31.Mar.23
Maps were a very precious, important, and coveted thing on Pern. Most large Holds had some sort of one, usually somewhat outdated in some form, that was kept only with leadership and only brought out to confirm a boundary or resource. Weyrs, on the other hand, had a great many of them, actively traded and updated as dragons flew the territory protected by that Weyr.
I'serin was, of course, fascinated with them, as he was with most things intellectual. And that evening, he was very carefully reviewing multiple ones at once, all of them spread across the large table in the center of the council chambers at High Reaches Weyr. Some were old, with tattered edges and worn spots. Some were newer, with Hold names he recognized. A few he had visited as well. With one finger, he would trace the differences between old and new, as though plotting what would happen in the future with those maps -- where Holders would next settle, where the herds would pasture next.
There was, of course, a map of Threadfall that he occasionally would glance at, then let his gaze return to the other maps, as though he was imagining how each Fall would affect each inhabited area. You do realize that this is the work of Weyrleaders and Wingleaders that you are doing, Aluneth remarked dryly.
I'serin's fingers rested on one mark on one map as reference as his other hand traced roughly the same area on another map. I am aware.
Of which you -- we -- are neither.
How intriguing of you to remind me. I'serin's eyes flickered in new direction, his physical eyesight blocked by layers of rock and space but his mental eyesight able to pinpoint exactly where his dragon was settled, catching the final rays of the sun.
So then why are you wasting your evening doing so?
I'serin's gaze returned to the maps. It takes but one flight, one death, to change all of that. I want to be prepared.
Aluneth grunted softly. Very well. But if you insist on it, I insist that you at least have some company. You have spent far too many hours lately reading and researching.
"I did not expect you to be the one forcing me to be social," I'serin muttered. His dragon must be in a mood about something. He went back to his maps while he waited for whomever Aluneth had summoned to arrive.