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Sight and Sound [Clutch Thread]
Topic Started: Apr 25 2010, 04:23 AM (252 Views)
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Hides were such a terribly primitive form of recording. This Time was so different, in such small ways... Never before had he ever thought he would miss the cool feel of smooth paper. Or the beautiful, clean print of the press. Now he had only brittle, over used hides, and his eyes strained to read the faint writing of an apprentice of the Harper Hall. A new apprentice by the look of it. As if the wear of time didn't make it difficult enough to read, the splotches of ink surely did not help at all. With a grunt of frustration, he tossed the records back down on the desk.

G'fish fingered the stone top with some pride. All of his furniture was strong, sturdy. Made from some of the vast amount of rock that had been dug out during the on going construction of the Weyr. This furniture was nicer than his old, in some ways. A large wooden desk had dominated one corner of his weyr. Back in his Benden. Anything made of wood here would most definitely rot and mildew quickly. They were having enough troubles with clothes and boots staying fresh without having their chairs crumble beneath them. So he had ordered that what could be made out of stone, would be.

Are you going to stare at paperwork all day, or are we actually going to do something? Wendelth asked, more than a little annoyed with the dull proceedings of the day. The dark bronze could recall wonderful days in the open air of Benden. Where he could sun when he wanted, fly when he wanted... And not have to deal with the harsh weather of his new home. He had lamented several times that his children would have to grow up in this dark, cramped place. Nevermind that they would never even know anything different, so they wouldn't even know they were missing out on something. G'fish had pointed that out several times, but it had fallen on deaf ears.

G'fish sighed and wearily pushed back his chair. His joints popped as he stood and stretched. Twenty-five Turns old. Sometimes he felt like he was a hundred. Healers said it would probably take several months to recover from the trip Timing it here. Even with the space suits, it had been very hard on the riders' bodies. At times he wondered what fool thoughts had been going through his head when he had agreed to make that jump. The riders of this time were frustratingly stubborn and close-minded. But then he need only look around and he soon swelled with pride. Galvalin Weyr. His Weyr. In the old Time his hopes of being promoted had been dismal at best. The Weyrs moved slowly without the threat of Thread to but some fire in them. But here, he and Felin had an opportunity. They would make Galvalin the greatest Weyr in both histories.

No, I think I shall go visit with Felin. Do you know where she is? Wendelth was less than pleased with this response. No flying today it seemed. Supparith is in the Hatching Cavern. There was a note of adoration in the bronze’s voice when he named his weyrmate. The answer wasn’t quite what his rider was looking for, but it was good enough. Felin was never far from her gold these days. It was only a matter of time before the queen clutched. She was swollen with egg. G’fish did not even have to bother asking which chamber she was in. Out of the three, Supparith would have taken the largest one. Because it was the best.

The Weyrleader’s weyr was not far from the Sands. Both he and Felin had direct access via tunnels to the Sands. A small smile crossed his face when he caught sight of the woman, sitting near her great queen. She was the most beautiful woman G’fish had ever seen, he marveled with it every time he saw her. And he was lucky enough to be one of her closest friends. “Good morn,” he called, alerting her to his presence. His deep voice was calm as always. It made his sound as if he was constantly in deep thought over some brooding issue, which admittedly, it was. It held some warmth now however, as it always did for Felin.
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We could have used a larger hatching sands, Supparith’s tone was irritated within her mind. Still, Felin understood that it wasn’t really the size of the hatching chamber that bothered her enormous Gold. Though it was true that the sands were slightly smaller than the ones that they had in Benden, it was expected really. Many things were different from when they were back in their own Benden. Still, Felin has an opportunity here, and anywhere was better than where he could get to her. Supparith herself was more than pleased with the idea of a Weyr were she was the Queen. Not just a Queen, but the Senior Queen. The ruling Gold of the Weyr.

However, yesterday has put her Gold into an extremely bad mood. Felin had felt the waves of distress in the morning when G’fish had been supervising some construction somewhere else. She had rushed over to her Gold’s side then, having gone off to take care of something else. The large dragon had clutched it seemed, and she wasn’t pleased with herself at all. In fact, the usually proud Supparith had then turned her stubborn nature into sulking, refusing to move from the newly clutched eggs or to change her mood until that afternoon when a Brown had made an appearance with his rider and some candidates.

Supparith had snapped at the silent dragon, and Felin was rather glad that it had been the man G’tet. She didn’t know the Brownrider very well, but what she did know was that while he was a rough man, he was also a patient one. And his Brown was even more so. They took it in stride, and showed no signs to the two candidates with them. The Gold’s mood had only improved slightly from that time however, and when G’fish entered the chambers, she grumbled even more.
He should go. Him and his missing oversized Wendelth who should have been here yesterday.

Felin sighed as her dragon glared heatedly at G’fish, shaking her head and patting her Gold’s leg gently. “I’m sorry G’fish,” she started, “I’m afraid it’s not that great of a morning right now. Supparith is in a rather bad mood.”
The Weyrwoman looked tired, which meant that she probably was. It was always easy to tell what the Goldrider was feeling after all. “She laid about twenty one eggs, she’s not happy about loosing six of them. And she’s grumpy that your Bronze didn’t make an appearance. Nevermind that you two were busy.”
Wendelth should have showed his large overweight tail here. the Gold grumped. Felin grimaced slightly, shaking her head. “Sorry bout this,” she muttered to G’fish.
But no you useless hide thing, Supparith was speaking to Wendeth himself now, irritation clearly in her voice, I get visited by a Brown instead while you go missing you useless lump of fat.
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