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17.Jan.13, 01:35 PM
Ellaira managed a wry smile at A'liran's platitude. It was odd - she wasn't looking for sympathy, not really, but what could anyone say? Weyrs weren't particularly gentle places for anyone who wasn't a dragonrider. Though Katila needed crafters, it was clear that in many ways, they were second-class citizens. It was systemic, from the fact that Candidates had been kidnapped, incarcerated, and punished for trying to escape, to the fact that the northerners were expected to want to Impress, and to the fact that all leadership was held by dragonriders. Non-riders were just there for the ride, and expected to obey.
Though, she supposed, greenriders aren't treated all that much better.
She didn't quite follow A'liran's jump to children, but she nodded, raising one brow. "I have two, actually. Ten - Vijeraten - just turned ten, and Morallina is three." She shrugged and played with her food a little at the man's outspoken hatred of the rule. That wasn't to say that she liked it, but she had learned to keep her mouth shut, most of the time. The last thing she needed was a set of scars from a lashing.
"It is a stupid rule," Ellaira said at last, making a face before downing more of her drink. "And it's also a very curious rule. Because if they expect their Candidates to have children now, in order to provide Candidates later, it suggests that all of us will still be in the south come sixteen turns, when the babes are of age to Stand." She leaned forward conspiratorially, resting her chin on her hands. "Which seems to suggest that Tsuen plans to keep us here forever, and just fuck the North over, don't you think?"
Though, she supposed, greenriders aren't treated all that much better.
She didn't quite follow A'liran's jump to children, but she nodded, raising one brow. "I have two, actually. Ten - Vijeraten - just turned ten, and Morallina is three." She shrugged and played with her food a little at the man's outspoken hatred of the rule. That wasn't to say that she liked it, but she had learned to keep her mouth shut, most of the time. The last thing she needed was a set of scars from a lashing.
"It is a stupid rule," Ellaira said at last, making a face before downing more of her drink. "And it's also a very curious rule. Because if they expect their Candidates to have children now, in order to provide Candidates later, it suggests that all of us will still be in the south come sixteen turns, when the babes are of age to Stand." She leaned forward conspiratorially, resting her chin on her hands. "Which seems to suggest that Tsuen plans to keep us here forever, and just fuck the North over, don't you think?"
