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Writers: Mirren, Paula
Date Posted: 22nd February 2016

Characters: Fymer, Torianna
Description: Fymer and Torianna get a little closer…
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 4, day 15 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Raghad

Torianna sat in a little patch of sun, her legs curled under her. She had been embroidering, but her mind kept wandering. In all of her time here she'd met a lot of people, but she was no closer to learning anything about herself. She tried to forget it and put it behind her, but it tugged at her mind constantly.

She looked up and blinked as someone stepped between her and the sun.

"Hello, Torianna, wasn't it? Enjoying the sun?" Fymer greeted with a friendly smile and sat down next to her.

She smiled back and politely set her embroidery aside. "Yes, thank you harper Fymer. It's a nice day."

"It is. So, have you made any progress? Of finding out who you are?" Fymer replied and asked. He had his own suspicions about her identity. If he was right, she was some worth cultivating friendly relationship with. He wasn't ready to tell her though. After all, he had no proof.

Her smile faded and was replaced with a sigh. "No, I'm starting to think my parents were holdless, or shameful somehow." She still hadn't given up on the idea that he was a bronzerider.

"Don't give up hope," Fymer said. "The problem is the scope...there's a lot of people living in Sunstone area."

"I could have come from anywhere on Pern," she added. She drew her braid around and toyed with the end. "I just don't understand why I haven't been told. Was it so shameful?"

"Well, if you parents weren't married with each other, for example, then yes, it would be shameful," Fymer said with thoughtful voice.

"Maybe he was married to someone else," she said, twisting her braid. "Or forced himself on her." She shuddered, hating the idea that she might have come about that way.

"So, you have to think: Do I really want to know? Not all stories are happy stories," Fymer said. "You are you, no matter who brought you to this world and how."

He had a point. She thought for a long moment. "I want to know, otherwise I'll always wonder. I won't be able to help myself."

"Up to you," Fymer shrugged. "Whatever you find out won't change who you are now. I can tell you one thing: one of them had a red hair," he said and added with teasing smile and reached to touch one of her red tresses.

She smiled. "Well that narrows it down. There's probably only several thousand of those in the south."

Fymer laughed at that.

Her smile broadened. "I should be glad I'm not holdless I suppose, I just feel a little bad when my Da gets offers for me and I really don't have that much to offer. I mean, at least my sister has a holder for a father. You know?" She tilted her head slightly.

"You're Raghad's ward, that's plenty to offer," Fymer said. "I know him somewhat and I can tell while he's generous towards friends and kin, he wouldn't have taken just any random orphan to his family. So there must be some tie between you."

"Yes, but you'd think he'd tell me what it is," she pointed out. "But he won't tell me anything." She'd already dismissed the idea that Raghad was really her father. He wouldn't have been ashamed of her.

"Have you asked why he doesn't tell you?" Fymer asked.

"I must have." She frowned. "I just always remember knowing not to push it." Maybe she should try again.

"Try to approach the subject indirectly. Perhaps he slips out something," Fymer adviced.

"I suppose I could try. Thank you." Her smile turned soft.

"Anytime. I am a harper, we are expected to teach and advice," Fymer said.

"Yes, well you don't have to be kind about it, but you are." He seemed sweet and she liked him.

"Thank you, fair lady," Fymer said with eloquent gesture. He was quite pleased with himself, he wanted her to like him. So he was putting an extra effort to it.

She blushed. She wasn't used to being treated like an adult. She liked it.

Fymer didn't miss the blush.

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