Looking Back, Looking Forward
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather, Yvonne
Date Posted: 21st February 2020
Characters: H'run, Saibra
Description: H'run seizes the opportunity to introduce himself to the Weyrwoman
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 9 of Turn 10
One could say that all archives were the same... but if one did, they obviously hadn't been to Dragonsfall Weyr. H'run stood in the doorway and gazed in wonder at the stacks of records. The Records Room was huge; it had to be, to house records that stretched back all the way to the end of the last Pass. Births, deaths, Hatchings, weyrmatings, stories from lifetimes, all set down in ink and hide. The bluerider smiled and stepped inside, feeling as if he was coming home.
For a while he just wandered through the shelves, orienting himself. Here were tithe records, over there were weather reports. Healer's records, Weyrhold governance, lists and notes and ledgers, each a piece of a larger story that stretched through time. H'run turned a corner, expecting more records, and found a little nook with a desk and a dark-haired woman writing. He could only see her in profile, but she was striking. Her black hair brushed her long, pale neck, and her slender fingers moved with confidence as she wrote. H'run smoothed back his hair, then stepped toward her and cleared his throat.
Saibra was not used to being interrupted when she was in the archive room, mostly because others tended to avoid it like the plague. It was a duty of goldriders to ensure proper archival took place and that the records housed inside the Weyr were kept in usable condition for future generations of dragonriders. With Teseada gone and Lanniya extremely pregnant, that left Saibra to tend to the room, with the help of some of the Weyr's harpers, of course.
At the clearing of a throat, she did not look up but raised one finger toward the figure she saw from her periphery. She finished writing the line that she was on before placing her stylus down and then looking up. "Bluerider," she greeted with a glance at his shoulder knots.
**Even better.** H'run bowed low. "Weyrwoman. I hope I am not interrupting...?"
"Oh, you are," she said, rising, "but it's quite a welcome interruption." Knowing the little work nook would remain untouched until she returned, Saibra crooked her finger at the bluerider. "Follow me," she said, leading through the short corridor that connected to her office. "H'run, isn't it?" she said, thinking she remembered the name correctly from the transfer hides she had received last sevenday.
"It is indeed, and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance," he said, although his attention was more on the sway of her hips as she walked than her words. By all appearances, Dragonsfall Weyr's Weyrwoman was certainly an asset to the Weyr. "I've only just arrived, so please accept my apologies for not seeking you out sooner."
Saibra waved a hand to dismiss the apology, although when she glanced over her shoulder to find his eyes below her waist, the corners of her mouth twitched with a suppressed grin. "No trouble at all. I know how hectic arriving at a new Weyr can be. Are there any special considerations when choosing a weyr for you? Family? Upper or lower levels?" She knew that Yanley would take care of that but she couldn't help but ask.
"No, no family. It's just myself and Calcifeth, I'm afraid," H'run said. He debated bringing up the size of his weyr and whether or not Saibra would think less of him for it, then decided to keep silent-- for now. "Are there many weyrs open, then? The Weyr is larger than I thought..."
"We opened up several previously closed-off weyrs after River Bluff collapsed, to house some of the refugees. Now that some of them have transferred on to other Weyrs or signed on to the Barrier Lake project, we have some room again for a bit of rider preference when choosing." Saibra revealed as she took a seat behind her desk and motioned for him to sit. "Remind me where you're coming from again?" she asked as she pulled his file from her desk and glanced at it.
**How interesting.** Perhaps there was hope for a new weyr after all. "From Dream's End Weyr. You are from Far Island Weyr, if I remember rightly?"
"That's correct, with a brief stint at Dolphin Cove in between." Saibra said, which was why she still missed the warm sands and waters. She had come to appreciate Dragonsfall in a way she had not thought she would when she first arrived, but she still missed the easy access to a warm beach to tan on.
The bluerider sighed dramatically. "Such changes in scenery! Although I am quite sure that this Weyr is the prettiest. I certainly think so. It doesn't have the in-your-face charm of some, but if you take the time to look-- to _really_ look-- I have found it full of subtle beauties and pleasant rewards for those with patience." He turned his green eyes on the Weyrwoman and gave her a winsome smile. "But I'm sure that you know this."
Dragonsfall was a set of three muddy cliffs house around a singular waterfall. It was probably the least grand or impressive of any Weyr in the South, so Saibra was absolutely certain the bluerider was not talking about the Weyr itself. "And you've taken the time to look, then? In the short time you have been here?"
"A good Harper always has time for beauty," he said simply. "Actually, that was what I wanted to mention. I wanted to offer my services to you, here in the archives. Of course, I am happy to fulfill my duties wherever my skills are needed most, at your and D'ale's discretion." Archival work was much preferable to sweeprides and transport duty, but it wouldn't do to state it so baldly. H'run had earned his Journeyman knots for a reason.
"I will never turn down help in the records room." Saibra said. "It does depend, of course, on how often D'ale can spare you."
"Naturally." H'run smiled at her again. "Although I confess that I would much prefer to work with you, here. These archives are old and hold so much history."
Saibra studied the bluerider. **He's a smooth one,** she thought, she'd have to keep an eye on him. "They are full of history," she agreed. "How are along in your Harpercraft are you?"
"I have my Journeyman's knots, earned after I Impressed. And then Thread came." He shrugged a shoulder. "I still hold ambitions of earning my Master's knots someday, and as such wish for a quick end to this never ending Pass."
She considered his experience for a moment. "Well, I have a wingthird position open in my Wing. If things go well for you in D'ale's wing for a couple of months, you should consider applying for it. That would be the best way to be able to spend more time in the archives."
H'run blinked. **Wingthird?** And the opportunity to fly in a lower Wing? Both were appealing, but the bluerider wouldn't be a good harper without being a bit suspicious of the offer of rank from a relative stranger. Still, his ego was flattered and he smiled gratefully at the goldrider. "That's quite the attractive suggestion. I'll certainly keep it in mind, Weyrwoman."
"Do that," she said. "Well, it was nice to meet you H'run. Come back another day and I'll give you a tour of the archives."
"I'd enjoy that very much." The bluerider stood and bowed, recognizing a dismissal when he heard one. "Thank you for your time, Weyrwoman. I feel quite honoured that you would deign to spend some of it with me, and I will look forward to the day when our paths cross again."
Saibra chuckled at the flowery farewell. He was a harper, no doubt about it.
Last updated on the May 31st 2020