Post by Shoki on Apr 1, 2013 7:46:23 GMT -8
Hedara was slightly deflated today. Not terribly so, just enough that it was effecting her. After dealing with the usual run around of paper, complaining riders and the like she had ducked out to have time alone, grabbing and envelope off of her desk before heading out. She had got it today, the message that was addressed to, “Hedara Lune, rider of Ice Temperanth and Jr. Weyrwoman of Ice Stone Weyr.” She recognized the handwriting and the nature to give every title afforded to her. She just felt like being somewhere else as she read it.
It was too early for lunch so Hedara went toward the kitchens, going to grab a place to sit and some time alone. Ivy was asleep, napping on Temperanth, so she would have some time by herself. As she sat down she opened up the envelope, slowly enough that she didn’t mangle it. She pulled out the paper and read it quietly, imagining a tight female voice was speaking to her. The letter was disjointed, being written on different days, Hedara knew. It told about events dryly, never going into reasons or feelings, just telling what happened. It spoke of a familiar forge and of the mine Hedara could remember from a distance. It told her about who was ordering swords, how the mine had no accidents, and how the price of fish was going down. Hedara read every line of uninteresting daily life with rapt attention before having to flip over the page and read more. At the very end of the letter, Hedara could have skipped, as she got a pretty good idea of what was written there. These letters always ended the same way.
As always, thank you for your attention.
Master Smith Arah Lune
Post Script, your Father sends his greetings.
Hedara raised her eyebrow as she noted there was still some more on the page, and continued to read, her eyes not lifting from the paper. She could almost hear the tight female voice change into a rough and quiet male voice, one that didn’t mince words.
PS, Happy Turnday. Buy yourself something nice.
The blond woman sighed a little, looking up at the ceiling. They had managed getting it delivered on the right day, again. At least her parents didn’t make a production about this sort of thing. She didn’t feel like there was anything to be celebrated. Still too young to be here it seemed. Apparently old enough to be a replacement though. Sanshe was organizing it even as she sat here, her and Tr’veal. Hedara wondered if the Bronze Rider would stay. She suspected not. So they would go, and Hedara would be left to deal with everything here.
Hedara’s mood hadn’t got any better as she thought about such things, and toyed around with the letter and envelope before her. A small note made its presence known, slipping out of the envelope though it hadn’t wanted to before. Hedara picked up the note and read it, before letting herself smile just a little bit. Her mother was a restrained woman as a rule. However, Hedara did know that there were two topics that could get her blood moving so to speak. Hedara’s safety and her own skills in the forge. The note neatly touched on both of them.
Order a sword at your own convenience.
Hedara could vaguely imagine what wasn’t said. ‘And if you are ever caught wielding some two bit smith’s sword I will have you doing forge basics until you dream in metal!’ At least that was the rough meaning. Her parents were never the most emotional of people, on the outside. Feelings were always kept very close to their chest. Hedara placed the note next to the envelope and started to read the letter again, trying to read what wasn’t said.
It was too early for lunch so Hedara went toward the kitchens, going to grab a place to sit and some time alone. Ivy was asleep, napping on Temperanth, so she would have some time by herself. As she sat down she opened up the envelope, slowly enough that she didn’t mangle it. She pulled out the paper and read it quietly, imagining a tight female voice was speaking to her. The letter was disjointed, being written on different days, Hedara knew. It told about events dryly, never going into reasons or feelings, just telling what happened. It spoke of a familiar forge and of the mine Hedara could remember from a distance. It told her about who was ordering swords, how the mine had no accidents, and how the price of fish was going down. Hedara read every line of uninteresting daily life with rapt attention before having to flip over the page and read more. At the very end of the letter, Hedara could have skipped, as she got a pretty good idea of what was written there. These letters always ended the same way.
As always, thank you for your attention.
Master Smith Arah Lune
Post Script, your Father sends his greetings.
Hedara raised her eyebrow as she noted there was still some more on the page, and continued to read, her eyes not lifting from the paper. She could almost hear the tight female voice change into a rough and quiet male voice, one that didn’t mince words.
PS, Happy Turnday. Buy yourself something nice.
The blond woman sighed a little, looking up at the ceiling. They had managed getting it delivered on the right day, again. At least her parents didn’t make a production about this sort of thing. She didn’t feel like there was anything to be celebrated. Still too young to be here it seemed. Apparently old enough to be a replacement though. Sanshe was organizing it even as she sat here, her and Tr’veal. Hedara wondered if the Bronze Rider would stay. She suspected not. So they would go, and Hedara would be left to deal with everything here.
Hedara’s mood hadn’t got any better as she thought about such things, and toyed around with the letter and envelope before her. A small note made its presence known, slipping out of the envelope though it hadn’t wanted to before. Hedara picked up the note and read it, before letting herself smile just a little bit. Her mother was a restrained woman as a rule. However, Hedara did know that there were two topics that could get her blood moving so to speak. Hedara’s safety and her own skills in the forge. The note neatly touched on both of them.
Order a sword at your own convenience.
Hedara could vaguely imagine what wasn’t said. ‘And if you are ever caught wielding some two bit smith’s sword I will have you doing forge basics until you dream in metal!’ At least that was the rough meaning. Her parents were never the most emotional of people, on the outside. Feelings were always kept very close to their chest. Hedara placed the note next to the envelope and started to read the letter again, trying to read what wasn’t said.
