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20.Mar.12, 04:13 AM
Indivara nodded thoughtfully, a small smile pulling up the corners of her lips. "Blue is a nice enough colour," she agreed. She did enjoy the company of the more brightly coloured greens and blues, when they weren't of a nature that was designed to make being a Weyrbrat difficult. The other three colours were more standoffish, for the most part. Well, that was unfair, since Nirinath was the only gold, but Indivara could only go by what she knew, and what she knew told her gold was not at all interesting. Bronze was, though, even if to be a rider of one came with a lot of responsibility; they also had lackeys that the boring jobs could be dumped on -- Indivara was smart enough to do exactly that, too!
"I dunno, really," Indivara shrugged, looking less than put out but such an admittance. Why would she? She was going to be Pern's first - and only, no doubt! - bronze rider. The bizarre ranking system of the Weyr community would hardly be of any real significance to her once she was mounted up on that sparkly hide. "I guess because green are so popular and gold is not they decided that meant Goldriders were better?" The girl shrugged. Green riders were just as capable as any 'higher' coloured rider, she knew that. But, that said, it seemed legit that they would make ranks assigned for the commonality of a colour. After all, it isn't special if everyone can have it, is it? (Perhaps that was half the allure of being a bronze rider for the little girl, too!)
Indivara snorted. "Um, they reassign the chores regularly, tabs have to be kept on Northern trips and who goes where for how long and whether or not they come back with someone. Book keeping is kept on every new import - human and goods - as well as births and deaths within the Weyr. Um." She blinked; for someone who hated paperwork and the idea of being tied down to it, Indivara did know the basic runnings of the Weyr. Between gossiping and stickybeaking, she probably had as much idea as most the Wingleaders, though her ego insisted she knew even more than the Weyrleaders themselves. "That kind of stuff." She finished, almost lamely though her tone was dismissive.
"Depends on what hatches," Indivara answered truthfully. "If a gold cracks shell, both Weyrleaders will take a personal interest in that new pair. Otherwise I guess they just keep doing whatever they were doing before they were stuck on the sands." The girl turned bright blue eyes on Jada, and shrugged.
"I dunno, really," Indivara shrugged, looking less than put out but such an admittance. Why would she? She was going to be Pern's first - and only, no doubt! - bronze rider. The bizarre ranking system of the Weyr community would hardly be of any real significance to her once she was mounted up on that sparkly hide. "I guess because green are so popular and gold is not they decided that meant Goldriders were better?" The girl shrugged. Green riders were just as capable as any 'higher' coloured rider, she knew that. But, that said, it seemed legit that they would make ranks assigned for the commonality of a colour. After all, it isn't special if everyone can have it, is it? (Perhaps that was half the allure of being a bronze rider for the little girl, too!)
Indivara snorted. "Um, they reassign the chores regularly, tabs have to be kept on Northern trips and who goes where for how long and whether or not they come back with someone. Book keeping is kept on every new import - human and goods - as well as births and deaths within the Weyr. Um." She blinked; for someone who hated paperwork and the idea of being tied down to it, Indivara did know the basic runnings of the Weyr. Between gossiping and stickybeaking, she probably had as much idea as most the Wingleaders, though her ego insisted she knew even more than the Weyrleaders themselves. "That kind of stuff." She finished, almost lamely though her tone was dismissive.
"Depends on what hatches," Indivara answered truthfully. "If a gold cracks shell, both Weyrleaders will take a personal interest in that new pair. Otherwise I guess they just keep doing whatever they were doing before they were stuck on the sands." The girl turned bright blue eyes on Jada, and shrugged.
