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27.Jun.19, 01:52 PM
L’gan wasn’t surprised when she lobbed his question back at him. He smiled and replied genuinely. “I suppose I’ve always wanted to. I grew up here after the Weyrs were abandoned; my mother and I had nowhere else to go after my father and Gemith went between. So we came here.” The smile remained, though a hint of sadness had entered his eyes as he spoke.
“She taught me stitches she had used on dragon wings and told stories of Weyr life to me and to others left behind, keeping it alive for us. And then I was just so curious and myself so useful they had to ‘prentice me or risk losing me to another hall. With my love of learning and books the Harpers would have snatched me up before they thought to check if I had an ear for tone or rhythm,” he joked with a wink. “Then once I was finally in, they couldn’t shake me off. Master Aerin used to say I soaked up skills faster than a sponge. He was,” he paused, “less than thrilled when I Impressed. His son was stolen and died on the sands, so he doesn’t have much faith in riders these days.”
He cleared his throat and took another sip of wine. “Still, it gave me a great subject for anatomical studies of dragons. No more pestering random riders to draw their dragons, just bribing Semath with oilings and baths.” He’d been horrified and elated that day on the sands, worried about what the Hall would do or say, but he would never have given her up for anything in the world. “And those have come in handy for some of the classes you and the others are taking, I heard. I’m just glad to have some records newer than 20 turns old to use, even if I’ve had to compile a fair amount of them myself.”
“She taught me stitches she had used on dragon wings and told stories of Weyr life to me and to others left behind, keeping it alive for us. And then I was just so curious and myself so useful they had to ‘prentice me or risk losing me to another hall. With my love of learning and books the Harpers would have snatched me up before they thought to check if I had an ear for tone or rhythm,” he joked with a wink. “Then once I was finally in, they couldn’t shake me off. Master Aerin used to say I soaked up skills faster than a sponge. He was,” he paused, “less than thrilled when I Impressed. His son was stolen and died on the sands, so he doesn’t have much faith in riders these days.”
He cleared his throat and took another sip of wine. “Still, it gave me a great subject for anatomical studies of dragons. No more pestering random riders to draw their dragons, just bribing Semath with oilings and baths.” He’d been horrified and elated that day on the sands, worried about what the Hall would do or say, but he would never have given her up for anything in the world. “And those have come in handy for some of the classes you and the others are taking, I heard. I’m just glad to have some records newer than 20 turns old to use, even if I’ve had to compile a fair amount of them myself.”
