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10.Feb.12, 05:21 AM
Sitting in the centerline of the Dining Hall, Kuminari poked absently at her plate of food with her fork. She hadn't come to the Hall to eat, though the half-consumed plate and almost-empty glass of wine may have caused others to dictate that particular fact, Kuminari had simply attended to do her part; gather knowledge. While she could no longer report such information back to the Harper Hall, she did feel that someday she might, and when that day came, she would need to know everything about the place she had been thrown bodily into and told cope. Idly nibbling on a small cut of meat, Kuminari turned her hazelnut eyes upon the Harper that was sitting on the edge of the stage, frowning as she watched him snicker to himself before shifting her gaze as she saw Kerrin toss something at the back of a dragonrider's head. Her eyebrows arched slightly, Kuminari put her fork down delicately and picked up her wine glass, taking a small sip as she watched D'ren take the stage.
Putting restrictions on the abductions wasn't really that surprising, Kuminari decided, as she glanced around. The number of new faces wandering around since even her recent arrival had surprised the girl. The Northerners were already gossiping about the number of journeymen and women who had been noted as missing, to say nothing of the loss of a young Master Healer that she had heard about earlier in the season. She would lay bets that the man in question was somewhere within the Weyr, with more than a few others. It was no wonder the party of Northerners had come parading through in that handful of Turns ago, though how they managed to miss the growing population continued to befuddle the young woman.
The Weyrleader's next statement had Kuminari sitting up straighter in her seat and her eyes narrowed as she watched D'ren with a studying expression. What he was saying did make sense to the young woman, though she had no desire to submit herself as an incubator to dragonrider spawn. Standing, Kuminari moved closer to the front end of the Hall, her gaze focused on the Weyrleaders and the young woman who was spouting out words so fast Kuminari wasn't quite sure how much the other woman was thinking about what she was saying. In any case, she stopped and leaned against the wall, watching with idle curiosity.
When the Weyrwoman spoke, Kuminari's small face twisted into a self satisfied smirk and she breathed out a small breath as she twisted the woman's words into once simple statement: Have babies, and you can stand. Which, in retrospect, meant the longer she kept her precious body to herself, the longer she could refrain from taking to the Sands and risking Impressing to one of the stupid creatures that were due to Hatch.
Tossing her head, sending her red hair billowing down her back, Kuminari spun lightly on her heel and began to make her way out of the gossiping Hall. She'd heard all she needed to hear, and was more than happy with it. The less reason she had to fry her feet on the Sands, the better, and if not having children was the way to do that? Well, by Faranth, she could certainly work with that!
Putting restrictions on the abductions wasn't really that surprising, Kuminari decided, as she glanced around. The number of new faces wandering around since even her recent arrival had surprised the girl. The Northerners were already gossiping about the number of journeymen and women who had been noted as missing, to say nothing of the loss of a young Master Healer that she had heard about earlier in the season. She would lay bets that the man in question was somewhere within the Weyr, with more than a few others. It was no wonder the party of Northerners had come parading through in that handful of Turns ago, though how they managed to miss the growing population continued to befuddle the young woman.
The Weyrleader's next statement had Kuminari sitting up straighter in her seat and her eyes narrowed as she watched D'ren with a studying expression. What he was saying did make sense to the young woman, though she had no desire to submit herself as an incubator to dragonrider spawn. Standing, Kuminari moved closer to the front end of the Hall, her gaze focused on the Weyrleaders and the young woman who was spouting out words so fast Kuminari wasn't quite sure how much the other woman was thinking about what she was saying. In any case, she stopped and leaned against the wall, watching with idle curiosity.
When the Weyrwoman spoke, Kuminari's small face twisted into a self satisfied smirk and she breathed out a small breath as she twisted the woman's words into once simple statement: Have babies, and you can stand. Which, in retrospect, meant the longer she kept her precious body to herself, the longer she could refrain from taking to the Sands and risking Impressing to one of the stupid creatures that were due to Hatch.
Tossing her head, sending her red hair billowing down her back, Kuminari spun lightly on her heel and began to make her way out of the gossiping Hall. She'd heard all she needed to hear, and was more than happy with it. The less reason she had to fry her feet on the Sands, the better, and if not having children was the way to do that? Well, by Faranth, she could certainly work with that!
