When Falvor brings the letter, she feels a pit grow in the bottom of her stomach. Richet knows that her request to be moved won't be answered, not at all. But she can only hope as she breaks the seal and stares down at her spymaster's handwriting.
We are pleased at your report. You are doing excellent work, but unfortunately your request to be transferred to a different position is currently impossible. We cannot afford to lose any of our holds within the Weyr, and your work is vital to our task.
Moreover, we have an assignment for you. Enclosed are your instructions. Follow them to the letter, and you will see reward.
As usual, you know the consequences for failure or disobedience. Given your work thus far, I do not need to remind you. Please, remain safe-- and at the next hatching, stick to the back.
With Utmost Faith, V. Shadowcraft
Richet exhales; at least it's only a threat and more work. She'd better get started on this latest task, because if she were to fail...
Turning, she chucks the letter from V into the fire. The letter ignites and smoke billows from the flames. She wraps her arms around her legs and huddles underneath her furs. Part of her regrets burning the letter-- she hangs on every word from V's hand, especially the praise-- but if she were to get caught at this point in the game, well...
She squeezes her eyes shut. No. She's going to make V proud. She's sure of it.
Currently Playing: - Richet Falkincall, 21, dragon candidate, Falvor the shoulder-bird
note for threading partners: present tense is my natural writing tense. if this bothers you, please let me know.