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03.Mar.19, 04:23 AM
Verec sometimes wondered if R’nya was actively trying his patience. The last three gold Candidates the Weyrleader had sent were utterly unsuitable to the craft, and Verec had rejected all of them as Apprentices. The second of the three he’d spoken to for about a minute before sending her home. She so obviously had no interest in being there, Verec had no idea why R’nya had even bothered. Was he just trying to send all of them in hopes a sufficient number would be allowed to stay? Did any of them, other than Madiquel, the first of his interviewees, have any interest in being Healers? He didn’t have any proof of it yet.
There was another one today — R’nya had sent a message not long ago that he was sending her over shortly. Because clearly the Masterhealer had nothing better to do than wait for a dragonrider to throw children who had no interest in what he was offering to teach them at him on a whim. Hmph. Well, might as well see what pretense he could send this one away on.
One of his Journeyman brought her to his office, after making her wait a good fifteen minutes, and Verec looked up from the report from one of the Healers stationed in Benden Hold long enough to acknowledge her presence before going back to his reading, deciding to make her wait even more. It was an unnecessary display, but Verec liked having as much control over the situation at hand as possible. Making people wait on his whim was an easy way to exert a modicum of control over the people around him.
“Why are you here?” He turned the page of the report, skimming the Healer’s list of supplies he was requesting the Hall send to help the Hold restock after an outbreak of a minor illness. How would she respond to the question, Verec wondered. Confusion? An attempt to be clever? Assuming he was asking about why she was in his office (and interview) and not the root of that reason (the motivation for attending the interview). He was curious to see what sort of person he had in front of him today.
There was another one today — R’nya had sent a message not long ago that he was sending her over shortly. Because clearly the Masterhealer had nothing better to do than wait for a dragonrider to throw children who had no interest in what he was offering to teach them at him on a whim. Hmph. Well, might as well see what pretense he could send this one away on.
One of his Journeyman brought her to his office, after making her wait a good fifteen minutes, and Verec looked up from the report from one of the Healers stationed in Benden Hold long enough to acknowledge her presence before going back to his reading, deciding to make her wait even more. It was an unnecessary display, but Verec liked having as much control over the situation at hand as possible. Making people wait on his whim was an easy way to exert a modicum of control over the people around him.
“Why are you here?” He turned the page of the report, skimming the Healer’s list of supplies he was requesting the Hall send to help the Hold restock after an outbreak of a minor illness. How would she respond to the question, Verec wondered. Confusion? An attempt to be clever? Assuming he was asking about why she was in his office (and interview) and not the root of that reason (the motivation for attending the interview). He was curious to see what sort of person he had in front of him today.
