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20.Mar.12, 10:59 PM
It was summer in Katila and the air was thick with scent of fruits clinging to the air, and the classroom that Jada had appropriated for a ‘classroom’ in the Crafthall was decorated in stark, pure colors to celebrate the season. Hand-whittled flowers had been painted and lined the window, which had bold drapes sewn by Jada’s own hand. After all, she’d been told, most people had better things to do. So the homey feel of this room was her doing. Well, she corrected herself, except the flowers. She’d paid for those with a kiss. She liked to think that it was for the fact she had tried to make her class visually appealing that so many people actually attended their lessons; Considering, however, that half the class was young boys who were just entering puberty, and the other half were dragonriders that were probably being threatened? Well, Jada consoled herself; at least they were learning something. Maybe. It was nice to think so, in any case!
She wasn’t accustomed to older students, but they were good to have on hand for beating their misbehaving children, since she wasn’t the type to do so. Even if a couple of these Weyrbrats really were just that. Brats! Most of the girls, however, were sweet as bubble pie, and she just wanted to gobble them up and pinch their cheeks. Ah shards, she was turning into her mother. Master Szelem had always had a fondness for pinching cheeks and gnawing on her youngest daughter’s face. It had been a habit she had passed on to Kalem, who had passed on that love to Cerisa, Litir and Fiona. All of whom just loved to pinch Jada’s own cheeks. She could remember squalling and wailing about it, but it was a habit she had also gotten into.
Litir had been Jada’s own favorite target, actually. When Jada had been younger, he’d been her protector, always defending her from Fiona’s pinches and slaps. Then in 218, he’d become an Apprentice, and she’d had to learn to defend herself. Instead of doing so, she had trailed him when she could, all long legs and big eyes. She’d adored him, and everyone knew it; and so long as the child remained out of the way… Of course, Fiona had left for Southern Boll when Jada was 10, just after the child had suffered her first blood, and Litir had promptly made the step into tormentor. Baggy shirts. Shapeless dresses. Always messing up her hair and making her look like an urchin. Jada understood now what her complex-ridden big brother had been doing, but at the time, her only method of revenge had been to pinch his cheeks. And oh! The drama when he’d found her writing that confession to one of his friends!
Jada shook her head. Kalem had been a much better brother. He’d stayed away. Fiona and Litir had adored their baby sister much more than the older Cerisa and Kalem. Jada should have gone to Healer Hall, or joined a craft she didn’t have any family in. But then, she decided, already switching gears and selecting the piece of fabric she would be draping over the windows this sevenday, she wouldn’t have her very own classroom. Of course, she also might not be in Katila Weyr, a mixed blessing and curse.
She turned at the call of her name, sticking her head out the door. One of the other Harpers, an older one who had come with a Rider, was the person speaking. It was the one who had taken it upon herself to be Jada’s guide after her thief had brought her here. A pleasant woman, but she didn’t miss the Hall at all. Of course she couldn’t regret her choice; it still irked Jada that she hadn’t gotten one. Maybe with time… “One of the new Candidates from the isle is supposed to be coming by the Hall today. I will be in and out, I don’t have time to help out. Can you make sure he gets anything he needs? Instrument, parchment, ink, a room, a tour?”
“Do you know what he’s-“ But the other woman was already gone. Great. She was still practically new to this hall herself, and she was supposed to be giving tours? Jada pushed open the door and propped it with a chair so she might be able to hear if someone entered. Pulling a chair close to the window, Jada pushed on top of it, dragging the first of the curtains off the rod overtop of it and setting it to the side, balancing carefully to try and get the next one up.
She wasn’t accustomed to older students, but they were good to have on hand for beating their misbehaving children, since she wasn’t the type to do so. Even if a couple of these Weyrbrats really were just that. Brats! Most of the girls, however, were sweet as bubble pie, and she just wanted to gobble them up and pinch their cheeks. Ah shards, she was turning into her mother. Master Szelem had always had a fondness for pinching cheeks and gnawing on her youngest daughter’s face. It had been a habit she had passed on to Kalem, who had passed on that love to Cerisa, Litir and Fiona. All of whom just loved to pinch Jada’s own cheeks. She could remember squalling and wailing about it, but it was a habit she had also gotten into.
Litir had been Jada’s own favorite target, actually. When Jada had been younger, he’d been her protector, always defending her from Fiona’s pinches and slaps. Then in 218, he’d become an Apprentice, and she’d had to learn to defend herself. Instead of doing so, she had trailed him when she could, all long legs and big eyes. She’d adored him, and everyone knew it; and so long as the child remained out of the way… Of course, Fiona had left for Southern Boll when Jada was 10, just after the child had suffered her first blood, and Litir had promptly made the step into tormentor. Baggy shirts. Shapeless dresses. Always messing up her hair and making her look like an urchin. Jada understood now what her complex-ridden big brother had been doing, but at the time, her only method of revenge had been to pinch his cheeks. And oh! The drama when he’d found her writing that confession to one of his friends!
Jada shook her head. Kalem had been a much better brother. He’d stayed away. Fiona and Litir had adored their baby sister much more than the older Cerisa and Kalem. Jada should have gone to Healer Hall, or joined a craft she didn’t have any family in. But then, she decided, already switching gears and selecting the piece of fabric she would be draping over the windows this sevenday, she wouldn’t have her very own classroom. Of course, she also might not be in Katila Weyr, a mixed blessing and curse.
She turned at the call of her name, sticking her head out the door. One of the other Harpers, an older one who had come with a Rider, was the person speaking. It was the one who had taken it upon herself to be Jada’s guide after her thief had brought her here. A pleasant woman, but she didn’t miss the Hall at all. Of course she couldn’t regret her choice; it still irked Jada that she hadn’t gotten one. Maybe with time… “One of the new Candidates from the isle is supposed to be coming by the Hall today. I will be in and out, I don’t have time to help out. Can you make sure he gets anything he needs? Instrument, parchment, ink, a room, a tour?”
“Do you know what he’s-“ But the other woman was already gone. Great. She was still practically new to this hall herself, and she was supposed to be giving tours? Jada pushed open the door and propped it with a chair so she might be able to hear if someone entered. Pulling a chair close to the window, Jada pushed on top of it, dragging the first of the curtains off the rod overtop of it and setting it to the side, balancing carefully to try and get the next one up.
