Post by D'gellin on Feb 11, 2009 22:42:42 GMT -5
"That must have seemed strange, learning about between." Trilia guessed. If she had not grown up with the knowledge, she could not imagine believing it without proof. Even now, when she tried to wrap her mind around it, it seemed surreal, like trying to conceive the size of the universe. She listened contentedly to the story, enjoying hearing something other than Thread for what seemed the first in a long time. In comparison, it felt lighthearted. Well...it had, in any case, until the rider drew a knife. Fleetingly she wondered if her own father had searched Calysta and her brother, but could scarcely imagine Q'tris being so intense. Trilia furrowed her brows, mouth pulled thin. No, she could imagine that. For the sake of the Weyr, Q'tris was a willing patriot. The steam in the cavern suddenly seemed to thick. Well, there were other greenriders who searched.
"I'm sorry your brother was forced. I trust he's happy now?" Trilia said warily, feeling as though she had to make up for what the Weyr had done. Whether or not she agreed with her Weyrleaders' tack ticks didn't change the fact that she considered herself part of the Weyr itself. Although...Calysta and S'lem were also part of it now. Oh her head was much too muddled. She'd been in the hot water too long.
Trilia's distress only seemed to mount, however, as Calysta insisted her trust in the Weyr. Honestly, it should have made Trilia feel better, but she could only think of what one Fall had done. "But they're all so young." She whispered, hearing the intensity in her own voice. "There are only a handful of experienced riders. And only a small number more of fresh graduates." Trilia couldn't understand how this didn't strike Calysta as troubling as Trilia found it. "It's not just about how you train. I'm sure the Weyrlingmaster did a fabulous job. But one under-manned, under-dragoned, under...whatever Weyr..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the thought, her face was on fire with frustration. If the Weyrleaders had only planned this better...it was all their fault. It was pure luck, a miracle, that no one had died in the Fall. Trilia looked away, angry tears prickling her eyes. She was too proud, however, to apologize for her outburst. And why should she? It was true. Even if she wished the odds were more in their favor, it was still true.
((I'm running out of ideas...XD;; ))
"I'm sorry your brother was forced. I trust he's happy now?" Trilia said warily, feeling as though she had to make up for what the Weyr had done. Whether or not she agreed with her Weyrleaders' tack ticks didn't change the fact that she considered herself part of the Weyr itself. Although...Calysta and S'lem were also part of it now. Oh her head was much too muddled. She'd been in the hot water too long.
Trilia's distress only seemed to mount, however, as Calysta insisted her trust in the Weyr. Honestly, it should have made Trilia feel better, but she could only think of what one Fall had done. "But they're all so young." She whispered, hearing the intensity in her own voice. "There are only a handful of experienced riders. And only a small number more of fresh graduates." Trilia couldn't understand how this didn't strike Calysta as troubling as Trilia found it. "It's not just about how you train. I'm sure the Weyrlingmaster did a fabulous job. But one under-manned, under-dragoned, under...whatever Weyr..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the thought, her face was on fire with frustration. If the Weyrleaders had only planned this better...it was all their fault. It was pure luck, a miracle, that no one had died in the Fall. Trilia looked away, angry tears prickling her eyes. She was too proud, however, to apologize for her outburst. And why should she? It was true. Even if she wished the odds were more in their favor, it was still true.
((I'm running out of ideas...XD;; ))