You Have a Future

Writers: Chelle, Mirren
Date Posted: 8th March 2016

Characters: Shanel, D'lorn
Description: The two of them share a lunch.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 5, day 2 of Turn 8

Sitting down at the table, the greenrider adjusted his tray and then took a drink of his juice. He leaned back and began to eat, looking around. Some of the faces he recognized-others he didn't. Most of them were talking about the hurricane and what they had been doing to help out. He had been pulling own share of sweeps plus helping with the weyrlings. Chewing, he noticed a face that wasn't talking. He'd never seen the woman before, though he didn't exactly pay attention to women all of the time. "Hello, I'm D'lorn."

Shanel's eyes shot up from her plate. "Hello." She'd quickly figured out the Weyr was huge, many times the size of either hold she'd lived in. It was easy to meet people, but hard to get to know them.

"I'm the Weyrlingmaster Third here. Not from here though. I was traderborn. You?" He was trying to make polite conversation. Usually that was the easiest way to get someone talking.

That sounded grand. "I was seahold born, but now I clean here." Wherever she was sent, hopefully only places where the men kept their hands to themselves.

"Well we do need people to clean. After all, we don't have time to be doing that. We greatly appreciate your work to be sure. I hate a dirty weyr." With all the time Villith demanded, as well as the weyrlings D'lorn did good to keep himself presentable.

Men always did seem to like having women clean up after them. "No one likes mess." Reyer was obsessed about it, especially dust. She'd learnt to be meticulous.

"No. Especially when it can make you sick. And sick riders can't fly. It's not good to have the wing flying light." He did try to keep his weyr straightened but it was up to a drudge to do the deep cleaning. "You been on a ride yet?"

"On a dragon? Faranth no!" She gestured at her belly. "I wouldn't fit anyway."

"Oh I assure you, Villith has carried far more heavier than you. Although if you're far along, it might be dangerous right now anyway. I would suggest it once you're ready." He smiled, popping a piece of meat into his mouth. That was the best part of Weyrlife, in his opinion.

"Well, we'll see." The last thing she wanted to do now that she was here was to leave, even for a little while. She felt safer here, she couldn't guarantee that elsewhere.

"Do you like it here then?" It was certainly a big adjustment, especially for a holder. Still, some took to it easier than others. Especially the women-it could be a lot more freedom for them.

"It's - different," she admitted. "People aren't so…" What was the word? "They don't just stick to themselves." Sure there were cliques, like anywhere, but mostly people seemed friendly. Still, she'd probably always be an outsider.

"Oh aye we all have to live and work together. And we all come from different backgrounds so there's not so many groupings." Most of the groups were family groups. Nodding to himself, he watched her and the way her face changed. "Give it a turn. I bet things will change quite a bit for you. Have you thought about becoming a fostermother when the baby's born? We always need those."

Everywhere she'd ever been, there had always been groups. He might not see them, but they'd be there. She didn't bother to say that though. Instead she shrugged.

"I hadn't thought past the birth," she admitted, "but I'm happy to do whatever is needed." As long as they let her stay.

"There's always a need for something done so you have no worries about that." D'lorn smiled, hoping to put her at ease. Then he went back to his mashed tubers.

"I'm sure," she replied softly, then went on eating.

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