28.May.19, 01:36 AM
Vaera smiled, happy that Madiquel liked the Hall. Well, of course she did, it was a terribly likable place. But there were people who didn’t appreciate it. “It is louder, sometimes. I don’t think you’ve been around for a shouting match — there was one last turn, a Journeyman and a Master who disagreed on a point of theory, ended up yelling in the hallway and disrupting everyone. Dad was so pissed.” She giggled, remembering. That sort of thing wasn’t common in the Hall, but they still happened, and then it was talked about for months.
She nodded as Madiquel continued talking. “Is that like walking the tables?” Vaera asked, curious. ‘Graduating’ was pretty clear and she thought Weyrlings were kinda like, maybe senior Apprentices or junior Journeymen or something, she didn’t know enough to be sure, but comparing the term to something she knew made it easier. When a Healer graduated from one rank to the next, they walked from the table of their old rank in the dining hall to the table of their new rank. That was always a pretty big deal, and Vaera thought it made sense that Madiquel wouldn’t want to miss her best friend gaining a rank in some fashion. “What’s a Graduation like?” she asked, imitating the stress pattern Madiquel had used on the word.
She nodded as Madiquel continued talking. “Is that like walking the tables?” Vaera asked, curious. ‘Graduating’ was pretty clear and she thought Weyrlings were kinda like, maybe senior Apprentices or junior Journeymen or something, she didn’t know enough to be sure, but comparing the term to something she knew made it easier. When a Healer graduated from one rank to the next, they walked from the table of their old rank in the dining hall to the table of their new rank. That was always a pretty big deal, and Vaera thought it made sense that Madiquel wouldn’t want to miss her best friend gaining a rank in some fashion. “What’s a Graduation like?” she asked, imitating the stress pattern Madiquel had used on the word.