Post by Kaya on May 26, 2013 22:09:39 GMT -8
| 75.05.05 | Weyr Archives | Afternoon |
It had been almost two months since her talk with T'kar. There were things going on in the shadows that had yet to reassert themselves, mercifully. But she needed better eyes. Rilora stood in the back of the archives, ancient papers resting on the desk in front of her. She found some solace in the records of old, the reminder that the past was not too different from the present. People came and went, troubles sprung up and were solved away, and the world went on. She had in front of her the telling of a political snafu between Fort and her Weyr under Isodae's leadership. Some hurt feelings and poor word choices, it seemed. But in the end things worked out. They always did.
They must. Rilora stared blankly at the walls as her mind wandered, waiting for the harper to arrive. She had asked him to come make some copies, and to look into some old songs that had been written at the time following the War. Uplifting, moral caressing songs. The less bold ones, but the songs that slowly coerced even the most unwilling face to smile. In the midst of the rainier than usual winter, the Weyr needed something to hold on to. No. Well- I need something. I can't be the only bleak one.
Cirryyth, is your rider soon to arrive at the archives? Archith inquired, sensing her Rider's wandering mood. It was a little desperate, but so were the times. At least they weren't such gloomy thoughts as they had been lately. It had been hard enough to get Rilora out into the crowds she usually thrived in, if a little clumsily.
It had been almost two months since her talk with T'kar. There were things going on in the shadows that had yet to reassert themselves, mercifully. But she needed better eyes. Rilora stood in the back of the archives, ancient papers resting on the desk in front of her. She found some solace in the records of old, the reminder that the past was not too different from the present. People came and went, troubles sprung up and were solved away, and the world went on. She had in front of her the telling of a political snafu between Fort and her Weyr under Isodae's leadership. Some hurt feelings and poor word choices, it seemed. But in the end things worked out. They always did.
They must. Rilora stared blankly at the walls as her mind wandered, waiting for the harper to arrive. She had asked him to come make some copies, and to look into some old songs that had been written at the time following the War. Uplifting, moral caressing songs. The less bold ones, but the songs that slowly coerced even the most unwilling face to smile. In the midst of the rainier than usual winter, the Weyr needed something to hold on to. No. Well- I need something. I can't be the only bleak one.
Cirryyth, is your rider soon to arrive at the archives? Archith inquired, sensing her Rider's wandering mood. It was a little desperate, but so were the times. At least they weren't such gloomy thoughts as they had been lately. It had been hard enough to get Rilora out into the crowds she usually thrived in, if a little clumsily.