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09.Aug.13, 09:00 PM
Nellaris frowned at Arddra as she spoke. If those who failed to stand against the kidnappings were criminals too, then she and Bordtai--no matter how young they might have been--were undoubtedly criminals in Arddra's eyes, too. Complaints welled in the back of her throat. Nell had toed the line all her life; she listened to her elders, did as she was told, and strived to make each day in the Weyr productive and worth something. She wanted to help save Pern--and that included these Candidates from the Holds that were so ungrateful for the chance to do the same. That was hardly criminal.
She simply couldn't understand where Arddra was coming from. Nell had been born in the South, raised in the kitchens of Katila, and was able to steal dragon rides to the Weyr Lake nearly every time she asked when her father was still alive. Her life had been relatively free of trauma and heartbreak. Save for the death of her father, there was little that these Hold-Candidates had mentioned about their situations that she could relate to in the slightest.
From the time she was small, Nell had wanted to be an integral part of the Weyr, riding her own dragon, and assisting in the most important mission: saving Pern. She couldn't understand how this wasn't everyone else's passion, too. For all Arddra said she was committed to Impressing a gold dragon, shouting about dragonriders being criminals didn't seem like something that was going to help her toward that goal.
Perhaps what Arddra needed, Nell thought, was someone who could convince her that dragonriders were working toward a better, safer Pern. Perhaps Arddra had only encountered those dimglows who messed around in the kitchens and didn't do their jobs correctly.
Filled with new purpose, Nell pursed her lips against the argument she'd been tempted to spill forth. Instead she said rather cordially, "The floor does look clean enough now. I do hope we'll be able to get to know each other better, too."
Nell stood and watched Arddra walk away, then turnd to Bordtai. "Do try to be a bit less clumsy next time, won't you? I need to finish unpacking, and I don't want to have to keep being interrupted to clean up messes. I have chores to get to soon, you know."
But her tone wasn't nearly as snappish as it had been she she first walked out to find him dripping in juice. In fact, as she walked back to her sleeping quarters, she decided she rather liked Bordtai. He had the right idea about dragonriders, even if he was a bit clumsy.
She simply couldn't understand where Arddra was coming from. Nell had been born in the South, raised in the kitchens of Katila, and was able to steal dragon rides to the Weyr Lake nearly every time she asked when her father was still alive. Her life had been relatively free of trauma and heartbreak. Save for the death of her father, there was little that these Hold-Candidates had mentioned about their situations that she could relate to in the slightest.
From the time she was small, Nell had wanted to be an integral part of the Weyr, riding her own dragon, and assisting in the most important mission: saving Pern. She couldn't understand how this wasn't everyone else's passion, too. For all Arddra said she was committed to Impressing a gold dragon, shouting about dragonriders being criminals didn't seem like something that was going to help her toward that goal.
Perhaps what Arddra needed, Nell thought, was someone who could convince her that dragonriders were working toward a better, safer Pern. Perhaps Arddra had only encountered those dimglows who messed around in the kitchens and didn't do their jobs correctly.
Filled with new purpose, Nell pursed her lips against the argument she'd been tempted to spill forth. Instead she said rather cordially, "The floor does look clean enough now. I do hope we'll be able to get to know each other better, too."
Nell stood and watched Arddra walk away, then turnd to Bordtai. "Do try to be a bit less clumsy next time, won't you? I need to finish unpacking, and I don't want to have to keep being interrupted to clean up messes. I have chores to get to soon, you know."
But her tone wasn't nearly as snappish as it had been she she first walked out to find him dripping in juice. In fact, as she walked back to her sleeping quarters, she decided she rather liked Bordtai. He had the right idea about dragonriders, even if he was a bit clumsy.
