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28.Dec.18, 12:38 AM
Well my, my, my, look at the dragonrider speaking for all of the other Weyrleaders, Verec thought, wondering how binding R’nya’s statement of agreement for Telgar and Ista was. It was good enough for him, in any case, because whether Ista and Telgar agreed Verec could still hold R’nya to it, or get something else out of him in exchange for the terms being broken. Useful.
The offer to include all Impressed Healers, including the kidnapped ones, most definitely came as a surprise. Verec had not asked for that, thinking that perhaps all of those Healers who had been with dragons that long may be too indoctrinated by Weyrlife and not care about Healing anymore, but if they wanted to continue their education, Verec would hardly say no.
“Then I would be happy to extend the offer to them. You’ll have to give me a list of names, as while I remember everyone I’ve taught who’s Impressed a dragon, I imagine they have new names now, no? And I can’t say I know or remember all of those. Wouldn’t want to be rude.” Verec was curious how long the list would be — he wasn’t lying, he knew exactly how many people had been stolen, who they were, and how promising they were (a few of the kidnapped had been so gifted, Verec seethed just thinking about the lost time and potential) and so few former Healers had even stopped by the Hall to visit. Shame at leaving the Hall, perhaps? Distracted by their fascinating new lives? Who could say. Not Verec, certainly, since they hadn’t been by to see him.
Verec carefully wrote down a list of what would be expected of each party from his notes, making sure he didn’t miss anything they discussed, in case the dragonriders tried to get out of something later. Satisfied he had everything, Verec nodded at no one in particular and looked back up at R’nya.
“It seems we have an arrangement, then. I will expect to hear from you soon, Weyrleader,” he said, “I’ll need that list of new names for former Healers and your list of Candidates and goldriders you want considered for training. I will ensure everything is set up on my end.” Which likely meant arguing with people about the sanctity of Healing, and the Hall, and why were there dragons and women and wasted resources. It would be annoying, but Verec secretly relished verbally destroying people and their arguments, and there was sure to be a lot of that.
“Now, if we’re all done here, I’ll have someone see you out, Weyrleader,” Verec said, not quite managing to be polite, but at least not saying ‘get the fuck out of my office, dragonrider.’
The offer to include all Impressed Healers, including the kidnapped ones, most definitely came as a surprise. Verec had not asked for that, thinking that perhaps all of those Healers who had been with dragons that long may be too indoctrinated by Weyrlife and not care about Healing anymore, but if they wanted to continue their education, Verec would hardly say no.
“Then I would be happy to extend the offer to them. You’ll have to give me a list of names, as while I remember everyone I’ve taught who’s Impressed a dragon, I imagine they have new names now, no? And I can’t say I know or remember all of those. Wouldn’t want to be rude.” Verec was curious how long the list would be — he wasn’t lying, he knew exactly how many people had been stolen, who they were, and how promising they were (a few of the kidnapped had been so gifted, Verec seethed just thinking about the lost time and potential) and so few former Healers had even stopped by the Hall to visit. Shame at leaving the Hall, perhaps? Distracted by their fascinating new lives? Who could say. Not Verec, certainly, since they hadn’t been by to see him.
Verec carefully wrote down a list of what would be expected of each party from his notes, making sure he didn’t miss anything they discussed, in case the dragonriders tried to get out of something later. Satisfied he had everything, Verec nodded at no one in particular and looked back up at R’nya.
“It seems we have an arrangement, then. I will expect to hear from you soon, Weyrleader,” he said, “I’ll need that list of new names for former Healers and your list of Candidates and goldriders you want considered for training. I will ensure everything is set up on my end.” Which likely meant arguing with people about the sanctity of Healing, and the Hall, and why were there dragons and women and wasted resources. It would be annoying, but Verec secretly relished verbally destroying people and their arguments, and there was sure to be a lot of that.
“Now, if we’re all done here, I’ll have someone see you out, Weyrleader,” Verec said, not quite managing to be polite, but at least not saying ‘get the fuck out of my office, dragonrider.’
