Post by hrsegrl on Jan 27, 2010 20:52:01 GMT -5
The last couple of weeks on bed rest had been torture. The wound on her face was healing well though the one on her chest was taking a bit longer. She could walk to the Records Room and sit there if she promised not to do anything to strenuous or reach for anything too high. Today she had settled upon a record that seemed very old and hopefully contained more than simply the amount of grain procured in one season. Even better were the ones detailing the exact goods they received from traditional tithing. Those were the older records. Anything in the past fifty odd turns recorded their own growth of goods and not those received from the Holds.
Rishka was delicately trying to extricate the record from those surrounding it. As she did so one of the almost illegible records nearly fell on her head. Deftly she caught it in her arms but her attempts at not knocking the shelf around proved in vain. Rishka moved quickly on her feet to get away from the now crashing shelf. If the Infirmiry found out about this she wouldn't be allowed here again.
The young lady sat down on her chair almost too decorously for the Weyr although she ended up ruining it and wiping the dust off of the record before her with one itchy sleeve of the wool dress they had made her wear in order to clean her clothes sufficiently. Opening one page sent dust flying all around her. “AAAAHHH AHHH AHHHH CHOOOOOO!” Rishka's eyes closed as she let out the sneeze. Rubbing the tip of her nose she reached back to the record with her unoccupied hand. Nearly illegible indeed. The person who had written this had lovely script to look on. Her mother would have been envious.
At first the Goldrider remarked on what seemed random things. The tithing and the Holders resentments. Then there was a page that caught her eye.
As we had already suspected the Holders have found ways into the Weyr either through bribery or the use of the Holdless. Whether this was their handiwork or not remains to be seen but the Hatching Sands were invaded yesterday while Gold Sharieth was eating. By the time we realized what was happening, our Gold egg and a few of the others were already gone. In total we estimate about six to be missing. Where they went we cannot say. The search is endless. If they are on this Continent we cannot find them. All we know is they are lost to us perhaps forever.
Ruet, Junior Weyrwoman rider of Gold Sharieth
Where could they have possibly gone that they could not be found. Perhaps Xialanth and E'dian would know? At least one of the dragonriders must have an idea. No one had ever mentioned this clutch before to her, maybe they too had no idea. Maybe this was simply too long ago? It had been several generations since this woman had lived yet she could feel her sorrow through the page and she was determined to find out who would have stolen eggs from Ponaa Weyr.
Rishka was delicately trying to extricate the record from those surrounding it. As she did so one of the almost illegible records nearly fell on her head. Deftly she caught it in her arms but her attempts at not knocking the shelf around proved in vain. Rishka moved quickly on her feet to get away from the now crashing shelf. If the Infirmiry found out about this she wouldn't be allowed here again.
The young lady sat down on her chair almost too decorously for the Weyr although she ended up ruining it and wiping the dust off of the record before her with one itchy sleeve of the wool dress they had made her wear in order to clean her clothes sufficiently. Opening one page sent dust flying all around her. “AAAAHHH AHHH AHHHH CHOOOOOO!” Rishka's eyes closed as she let out the sneeze. Rubbing the tip of her nose she reached back to the record with her unoccupied hand. Nearly illegible indeed. The person who had written this had lovely script to look on. Her mother would have been envious.
At first the Goldrider remarked on what seemed random things. The tithing and the Holders resentments. Then there was a page that caught her eye.
As we had already suspected the Holders have found ways into the Weyr either through bribery or the use of the Holdless. Whether this was their handiwork or not remains to be seen but the Hatching Sands were invaded yesterday while Gold Sharieth was eating. By the time we realized what was happening, our Gold egg and a few of the others were already gone. In total we estimate about six to be missing. Where they went we cannot say. The search is endless. If they are on this Continent we cannot find them. All we know is they are lost to us perhaps forever.
Ruet, Junior Weyrwoman rider of Gold Sharieth
Where could they have possibly gone that they could not be found. Perhaps Xialanth and E'dian would know? At least one of the dragonriders must have an idea. No one had ever mentioned this clutch before to her, maybe they too had no idea. Maybe this was simply too long ago? It had been several generations since this woman had lived yet she could feel her sorrow through the page and she was determined to find out who would have stolen eggs from Ponaa Weyr.
