02.Apr.12, 09:21 AM
"I don't think so." Indivara replied thoughtfully, considering what Jada had said with apparent depth. "It's been over fifteen turns. I don't think it's possible for it to linger that long?" Her word arched at the end, raising into a question instead of a statement though her expression furrowed into a frown. "There aren't enough, to go North," she explained, having heard the same topic debated among the riders often enough to recite it in her sleep. "It takes five hundred dragons to form a proper Weyr," she continued, blue eyes narrowed slightly as she did a quick tally. "Katila claims two hundred and twenty. We won't even make two-fifty with this new clutch. There is no way we can defend the North, all of the North, with so few dragons and Nirinath isn't flying enough to clutch the numbers we'd need." She paused again, and rolled her eyes dramatically, tone dry. "Then, of course, there is the Great Debate -- where to relocate to. No one can agree. It is better to be at Katila, where all six Weyrs are one." She nodded once, her belief in their life at Katila firm.
The girl was unquestionably captured as Jada began babbling about her home, Indivara's blue eyes lighting up dramatically and her attention undivided. The child thrived on stories and information. Being told such things by a harper, who had a way with words and a voice that was pleasant was an unbeatable bonus and the girl pouted in an uncharacteristic display when Jada wrapped up their time together for the day. Sliding off the desk, Indivara's face was serious and thoughtful before she nodded, and a grin won out, transforming her face. "Okay!" Still grinning, the girl gave her teacher a quick, strong hug before literally bolting from the classroom, long hair fluttering behind her. She slammed the door as she left, but her face as she pulled it shut was alive with positive emotions, the action one of enthusiasm rather than her usual sour disposition or retort.