30.Dec.17, 12:31 AM
Mulrissa had attended a good number of Hatchings since she’d entered weyrlife as a child. As most weyrfolk did, she supposed, but it still meant she’d been to a great many. Though she hadn’t Stood at many of them, due to her pregnancies, mostly, she considered them the most important Weyr event. Sure, gold Flights were necessary to get to the Hatchings, but it was the birth of the new generation of dragons (and riders) that was truly most significant. So, Rissa had a soft spot for the person who’d taken it upon himself to record all of the Hatchings.
The person in question, V’ler of blue Veeth, appeared at every Hatching since he’d been Kidnapped (Even if she thought weyrlife to be vastly superior, she still figured she ought to name it what it was). Nowadays even though the Weyrs all had full, official Harpers as record keepers at Hatchings, he continued to archive them. Having a dragonrider recording Hatchings was important, to Rissa’s mind. Harper’s had beautiful penmanship and prose, but they didn’t always understand the intricacies of weyrlife. A Harper Hall trained rider, like V’ler, was frankly a perfect candidate for the task.
In order to show her appreciation, Rissa thought she ought to get V’ler a gift. Something useful. She remembered seeing him at some of the earlier Katila Hatchings writing on various scraps of paper. She was impressed he’d managed to find any at all on the Southern Continent, truth be told. At more recent Hatchings Rissa had he seen V’ler with neat stacks of new paper, but she thought he could do with something even nicer. Using her considerable resources among the weyrfolk, she managed to find a place to get a good quality wher-hide bound stack of paper. Rissa figured he would be able to use it, even if not specifically to record Hatchings. A protected way to keep paper in order could be very useful. Especially for an ex-Harper.
Now Mulrissa found herself wandering the halls of Telgar, humming quietly as she followed Bedith’s instructions towards V’ler’s weyr. She had wrapped the book in some leftover fabric from a skirt she had been making Ginorra and tied it off with some twine. Not a half bad wrapping job she figured. Soon she reached the weyr and knocked on the door.
“V’ler? It’s Mulrissa of Bedith. I was wondering if I could speak to you? It’s nothing important.” She added, worried he might be concerned about a goldrider showing up to his weyr.
The person in question, V’ler of blue Veeth, appeared at every Hatching since he’d been Kidnapped (Even if she thought weyrlife to be vastly superior, she still figured she ought to name it what it was). Nowadays even though the Weyrs all had full, official Harpers as record keepers at Hatchings, he continued to archive them. Having a dragonrider recording Hatchings was important, to Rissa’s mind. Harper’s had beautiful penmanship and prose, but they didn’t always understand the intricacies of weyrlife. A Harper Hall trained rider, like V’ler, was frankly a perfect candidate for the task.
In order to show her appreciation, Rissa thought she ought to get V’ler a gift. Something useful. She remembered seeing him at some of the earlier Katila Hatchings writing on various scraps of paper. She was impressed he’d managed to find any at all on the Southern Continent, truth be told. At more recent Hatchings Rissa had he seen V’ler with neat stacks of new paper, but she thought he could do with something even nicer. Using her considerable resources among the weyrfolk, she managed to find a place to get a good quality wher-hide bound stack of paper. Rissa figured he would be able to use it, even if not specifically to record Hatchings. A protected way to keep paper in order could be very useful. Especially for an ex-Harper.
Now Mulrissa found herself wandering the halls of Telgar, humming quietly as she followed Bedith’s instructions towards V’ler’s weyr. She had wrapped the book in some leftover fabric from a skirt she had been making Ginorra and tied it off with some twine. Not a half bad wrapping job she figured. Soon she reached the weyr and knocked on the door.
“V’ler? It’s Mulrissa of Bedith. I was wondering if I could speak to you? It’s nothing important.” She added, worried he might be concerned about a goldrider showing up to his weyr.