05.May.22, 01:08 AM
A particular Holder woman of high status had taken to sending Mulrissa a series of letters in which she less and less subtly requested, essentially, that a troublesome daughter of hers be Searched before she caused a scandal and inconvenienced her mother. Mulrissa was tempted to send a Searchrider out there to prevent whatever poor choices mother or daughter were bound to make, but it was bad practice to let the Holders think the Weyrs took problem children on demand. As much as Mulrissa sometimes wished they could, it was bad politics and no actual guarantee of finding suitable Candidates.
The knock on her door brought a welcome reprieve from the letter, which Mulrissa dropped unceremoniously on her desk and stood to let in her guest. She smiled when she saw it was S’far, and gave him the moment he needed to collect himself.
“Special delivery, indeed,” she said, eyeing the little table appreciatively. “Once you’re finished composing, you’re welcome inside.” Mulrissa sent a brief glance into her weyr to make sure there was a clear path through the weyr. Her children had been too old for leaving out toys for turns now, and even if they did still drop things where they didn’t belong sometimes she kept the weyr neat enough and didn’t really need to check outside of it being habit.
“Now, what delightful thing have you created today?” Mulrissa could see it was a small table, and could easily guess as to its intended uses, but she knew S’far liked to talk about the things he made and she was generally happy to listen. No matter how long he went on about sanding against the grain it was still more interesting than the inane Holder woman’s letter.
The knock on her door brought a welcome reprieve from the letter, which Mulrissa dropped unceremoniously on her desk and stood to let in her guest. She smiled when she saw it was S’far, and gave him the moment he needed to collect himself.
“Special delivery, indeed,” she said, eyeing the little table appreciatively. “Once you’re finished composing, you’re welcome inside.” Mulrissa sent a brief glance into her weyr to make sure there was a clear path through the weyr. Her children had been too old for leaving out toys for turns now, and even if they did still drop things where they didn’t belong sometimes she kept the weyr neat enough and didn’t really need to check outside of it being habit.
“Now, what delightful thing have you created today?” Mulrissa could see it was a small table, and could easily guess as to its intended uses, but she knew S’far liked to talk about the things he made and she was generally happy to listen. No matter how long he went on about sanding against the grain it was still more interesting than the inane Holder woman’s letter.