21.Aug.12, 01:05 AM
"That sounds like a deal to me, Jada. I'll have someone interview the women ages 27 and above, and any who don't wish to stand will leave a slot open for someone in the 25 to 27 bracket. The mothers as well, since I imagine some of them are more interested in their child for the time being... Maybe you should do the interviews, Jada. I imagine you would seem more approachable to them than myself or Tsuen. That way, no one will feel pressured to give up their spot."
When D'ren had spoken those words to Jada after the Flight, the Harper had little believed that he would remember them. She had hardly believed that the Weyrleader would trust an overexuberant young Northern girl to ask the other women who wanted to Stand. Hardly dared think that this conversation would remain in his mind for very long, what with all of the other things that the man had to concern himself with.
So when D'ren had sent a list of names to her only this morning, Jada had been ecstatic to be given something to do. The fact that Krypth had successfully clutched, and six lovely eggs to boot, bolstered her confidence tremendously. The fact that D'ren had remembered his promise made her proud, and she had practically skipped back to the Sands, poring over the names the entire afternoon. When she wasn't considering the things she had learned from- and about- the brownrider who had delivered the message...
There weren't many, something which made Jada frown. It made sense, however, given that there were only 6 eggs, and none would be a Queen. With a Brown for a father, the Clutch would be all fighters, and D'ren wanted men on his fighting dragons. Still, it was at least a few women, and so Jada would work her way through the names. The top of the list was one that Jada recognized. Volfetti. She was a Seacrafter, and had chosen not to Stand a turn ago. Her son, Benden, would be... a Turn, give or take. Jada pursed her lips, considering.
Would the woman- a seacrafter, if Jada was remembering correctly- choose to take the chance of Impression and give her son to the creche? Jada bit her lip, but finally sent off a note to the redhead asking her to please join Jada for the evening meal. It would be a little noisy, so prying ears would have a little harder time overhearing, and it was public, so the woman wouldn't get the wrong idea. She hoped. Oh, was she doing this right? She had no idea what she'd say. Maybe just a little chatter?
When D'ren had spoken those words to Jada after the Flight, the Harper had little believed that he would remember them. She had hardly believed that the Weyrleader would trust an overexuberant young Northern girl to ask the other women who wanted to Stand. Hardly dared think that this conversation would remain in his mind for very long, what with all of the other things that the man had to concern himself with.
So when D'ren had sent a list of names to her only this morning, Jada had been ecstatic to be given something to do. The fact that Krypth had successfully clutched, and six lovely eggs to boot, bolstered her confidence tremendously. The fact that D'ren had remembered his promise made her proud, and she had practically skipped back to the Sands, poring over the names the entire afternoon. When she wasn't considering the things she had learned from- and about- the brownrider who had delivered the message...
There weren't many, something which made Jada frown. It made sense, however, given that there were only 6 eggs, and none would be a Queen. With a Brown for a father, the Clutch would be all fighters, and D'ren wanted men on his fighting dragons. Still, it was at least a few women, and so Jada would work her way through the names. The top of the list was one that Jada recognized. Volfetti. She was a Seacrafter, and had chosen not to Stand a turn ago. Her son, Benden, would be... a Turn, give or take. Jada pursed her lips, considering.
Would the woman- a seacrafter, if Jada was remembering correctly- choose to take the chance of Impression and give her son to the creche? Jada bit her lip, but finally sent off a note to the redhead asking her to please join Jada for the evening meal. It would be a little noisy, so prying ears would have a little harder time overhearing, and it was public, so the woman wouldn't get the wrong idea. She hoped. Oh, was she doing this right? She had no idea what she'd say. Maybe just a little chatter?