Post by Meadow on Sept 20, 2010 19:00:11 GMT -5
Relian sighed as he dusted off more of the books, and set them to the side on the correct piles. Soon, another Candidate or Weyrling should join him. He wished, somewhat with a futile annoyance, that that person would be Synchella. But Synchella had gotten here first, and her duties were often with other Weyrlings or Candidates. He didn't mind working with other people. It was actually relaxing, not having to look out for his foster sister. Feeling intense guilt for such an unkind thought, he tried to concentrate more on dusting.
He loved his foster sister, but he had been looking out for her a very long time. He'd also just...settled his life path along side her. And now that he was here...alongside her once more...
Well if he was chosen, wouldn't that just change everything? He had a deep respect for the dragonriders of Pern. Their task was not easy, and it seemed he suddenly felt more important than he had in his entire life. He wasn't just going to become a Painter, he was possibly going to Impress. It had surprised him, shocked him when Syn had been chosen to stand. How could she? She was so flighty, so...everywhere. She'd been elevated so far beyond him, all of a sudden, to a place he could not go to protect her.
He carefully steadied a stack when it wavered. Too high. Carefully, he rearranged the books in front of him. Soon he'd have to take them to the shelves and organize them there, then come back to dusting.
Now he was chosen. It was a huge honor. It disturbed him Synchella's attitude hadn't seemed to change at all. Didn't she know she couldn't be an artist anymore? That their lives were different now? She had to be serious! She had to TAKE things seriously, and not just...smile off everything. He set a book down a bit too hard and had to jump up to steady the pile. He didn't want them tumbling from the table he was setting them on...he looked down at the huge box, filled with more. And beyond that another, and another...and so on.
He loved his foster sister, but he had been looking out for her a very long time. He'd also just...settled his life path along side her. And now that he was here...alongside her once more...
Well if he was chosen, wouldn't that just change everything? He had a deep respect for the dragonriders of Pern. Their task was not easy, and it seemed he suddenly felt more important than he had in his entire life. He wasn't just going to become a Painter, he was possibly going to Impress. It had surprised him, shocked him when Syn had been chosen to stand. How could she? She was so flighty, so...everywhere. She'd been elevated so far beyond him, all of a sudden, to a place he could not go to protect her.
He carefully steadied a stack when it wavered. Too high. Carefully, he rearranged the books in front of him. Soon he'd have to take them to the shelves and organize them there, then come back to dusting.
Now he was chosen. It was a huge honor. It disturbed him Synchella's attitude hadn't seemed to change at all. Didn't she know she couldn't be an artist anymore? That their lives were different now? She had to be serious! She had to TAKE things seriously, and not just...smile off everything. He set a book down a bit too hard and had to jump up to steady the pile. He didn't want them tumbling from the table he was setting them on...he looked down at the huge box, filled with more. And beyond that another, and another...and so on.