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Writers: Elaine
Date Posted: 23rd November 2005

Characters: Kwiksol
Description: Kwiksol's mind wanders while he is working
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 8, day 5 of Turn 3

The novelty of sea travel was wearing thin on Kwiksol. The pitching of the deck made it difficult to walk, but what made it worse was that he refused to let it show. He purposely walked around, trying to work on his sea legs, showing off that he could conquer the simple problem of a sea voyage. Finally though, had found some alone time, and since quarters continued to be cramped on the ship conveying the Harper Hall he was taking advantage of it.

Tap-Tap-Tap. "Noo!" Kwiksol sighed. The tone was off, again.
**Shards the sea air is affecting this** he thought, untying the strings on the drum. He was frustrated. And excited, guiltily so.

They were off to the weyr. Dolphin Cove, Thayan Peak reborn, his chance to experience the weyrlife he was denied as a child when his father transferred. He couldn't remember really, but the stories had always piqued his interest. What pernese person never dreamed of flying on the wings of one of the majestic dragons? **That has passed though** he thought. He had passed the age and was whole-heartily pursing his craft. But to reside there at least? How, inspiring?

Tap-Tap-Tap. "Still wrong," he sighed, adjusting the hide again. Working on the boat wasn't the best of environments, not by a long shot. He couldn't get a decent pan for soaking the hide for stretching, and the salty solution made him cringe. Not that anything he was doing could be considered masterpiece, or even quality. It was just something _he_ could do. His thoughts began to drift again as he continued trying to piece together some drums from the salvaged materials. That's why they were on this boat, the fire, the horrible fire, burning away too much. He was both sad, and excited. **I shouldn't be so excited to be leaving,** he thought, but, it wasn't his fault the fire. There was nothing he could do, besides this; trying to make some of the instruments they were most in need of while on their cruise. And even though most of his work, **the halls work, everything..** had burnt up. **It could have been a lot worse** he thought, trying to think of what life would have been like, deprived of any of the people he had grown up with at the hall.

Tap-Tap-Tap. He cocked his head, surprised that the tone wrung true. "Phew" he said as he began experimenting with it some more, testing it out. He was helping to increase their instrument supply for the welcoming festivities music the hall would perform. There wasn't much to work with, but he was making the best of it. He was trying to salvage what he could, passing the time until he would reach the Weyr.
**Theres nothing wrong, with seeing the good in a situation** he finally thought putting aside any feelings of guilt, leaving only eager anticipation. Even thought it pained him still, to think of his beautiful projects gone, the challenge of moving was a great distraction. Especially to the weyr. He wondered, which of the stories were true, which were outright false, and which were exageration.

"Dolphin Cove," he whispered under his breath, as he rattled off a cadence on the drum "Here I come."

Last updated on the November 23rd 2005

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