Post by stolenhart on Jan 26, 2010 20:37:15 GMT -6
He nodded, "For the most part". Knymawth let loose a disbelieving snort, "Well it's true. I saw two boys die at my own Impression and four others were permanently disabled. Not to mention", he waggled his much shortened pinkie finger at her. Truthfully, he'd lost the top two joints of the finger in a moment of stupidty when he was fifteen but there was no need to tell her that. "And if you haven't notice, we rarely get anyone to Stand. It is hard for Holders to send a much needed child to the Weyr. If the child does not Impress they may not come back after all and that means the loss of free help", which was true for the small farm holds and families that made up most of Pern. "Which is why most candidates are Weyrbred".
He ran a hand over his head, glancing to his bronze. He really, really, wanted that drink but he needed to get away from this Hold now. If he stayed and then brought this girl in on Hatching Day and she Impressed? He'd been in a barrel of trouble. He would have to go back to the Weyr and spend his day there, preferably with a black eye. Maybe he could find Y'mer, the ex-thief would be glad to give the Weyrleader a black eye. "Crescentia, I have to go. Politics and all that, remember your promise and I'll be back for you in a few sevendays", he promised, moving to the straps on Knymawth's side. "Don't worry, it won't be as bad as I've told you", he climbed up, strapping himself in. "It'll be worse", he added with a sharp deep laugh, before Knymawth lifted into the air. Faranth help him, he thought as the bronze spiralled upwards. What was the Weyr's future?
He ran a hand over his head, glancing to his bronze. He really, really, wanted that drink but he needed to get away from this Hold now. If he stayed and then brought this girl in on Hatching Day and she Impressed? He'd been in a barrel of trouble. He would have to go back to the Weyr and spend his day there, preferably with a black eye. Maybe he could find Y'mer, the ex-thief would be glad to give the Weyrleader a black eye. "Crescentia, I have to go. Politics and all that, remember your promise and I'll be back for you in a few sevendays", he promised, moving to the straps on Knymawth's side. "Don't worry, it won't be as bad as I've told you", he climbed up, strapping himself in. "It'll be worse", he added with a sharp deep laugh, before Knymawth lifted into the air. Faranth help him, he thought as the bronze spiralled upwards. What was the Weyr's future?
