Post by lithle on Apr 28, 2011 22:23:10 GMT -5
Down time was--
It was--
Well, whatever it was, L'vey hadn't much heard of it. But, with two Weryling squads in training and the need to at least begin thinking about the next crop of candidates, that was to be expected. Perhaps Semith would not clutch again. She'd never been expected to clutch in the first place, after all. But having defied those odds once, it seemed unwise to assume she would never do so again. If she was to fly, there was still plenty of time before that flight.
But it had been so difficult last time. Trying to talk the newly impressed prisoners around. This time, he was determined to make things a bit easier. He would try, at least.
He wanted to know the prisoners better, before they stood. He'd made attempts last time. This time he would try harder.
And that was why he was in the prison recreation area. He was not actually doing anything. Well, that wasn't true. He was working on patching some riding straps. But he wasn't approaching anyone. He simply sat, his head bowed over his work. He was known, in the prison and out of it. It was his belief that, given the opportunity, potential candidates, having heard of the last crop of Weyrlings, would approach him.
So far, no luck. But he kept waiting.
It was--
Well, whatever it was, L'vey hadn't much heard of it. But, with two Weryling squads in training and the need to at least begin thinking about the next crop of candidates, that was to be expected. Perhaps Semith would not clutch again. She'd never been expected to clutch in the first place, after all. But having defied those odds once, it seemed unwise to assume she would never do so again. If she was to fly, there was still plenty of time before that flight.
But it had been so difficult last time. Trying to talk the newly impressed prisoners around. This time, he was determined to make things a bit easier. He would try, at least.
He wanted to know the prisoners better, before they stood. He'd made attempts last time. This time he would try harder.
And that was why he was in the prison recreation area. He was not actually doing anything. Well, that wasn't true. He was working on patching some riding straps. But he wasn't approaching anyone. He simply sat, his head bowed over his work. He was known, in the prison and out of it. It was his belief that, given the opportunity, potential candidates, having heard of the last crop of Weyrlings, would approach him.
So far, no luck. But he kept waiting.