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Writers: Paula, Eimi
Date Posted: 23rd May 2012

Characters: Morin, Telemon
Description: Telemon leaves the Weyr and takes up his new assignment.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 7, day 12 of Turn 6
Notes: Pt 2 of 2

Morin frowned slightly at the interruption when he heard a knock at his
door until he remembered that it had been expected. The new Master
Healer must have arrived. "Come in!" he called, settling his maps
aside.

"Sir, Master Telemon," the assistant announced after opening the door
and standing to the side to allow the Healer entrance.

On they way to the Lord Holder's office, Ena had joined Telemon and was
now chirping curiously from his shoulder.

"Lord Morin," Telemon greeted with a bow.

"Master Telemon," Morin said, reaching out a hand. He had not been a
Lord Holder so long that he forgot how real men greeted each other, and
he intended never to do so. "Welcome to my Hold. I'm sorry I couldn't
greet you as you came in."

"I'm pleased to be here," Telemon said. "That would have been all too
great honor. I'm just a humble healer," he continued.

Morin snorted as he waved at a seat. "A Master Healer is not a 'humble'
healer, and not especially one who was Weyrhealer. You don't get that
kind of position by being modest."

Telemon shrugged, he was a modest man. "Well, you get that position by
being talented," he said finally. He was modest but he also knew he was
a good healer.

"Indeed. And I fully intend to stock this Hold with talent," the Lord
Holder said with a half smile. "How was your journey? Were the skies
good for flying?"

"The flight was smooth," Telemon replied. In his Turns in Weyr he had
learned to enjoy dragonrides.

"How do you fare with boats? You may be asked to take one from time to
time." There were lots of islands with pockets of people the healer
might be asked to travel to for consultations.

"Well enough. I wouldn't want to try to sail a one but at least I don't
get seasick," Telemon replied.

"You don't need to sail yourself. There are plenty of people who can
ferry you to the islands." The Lord Holder studied him carefully for a
moment. "You're from the North, I understand."

"Yes, although I've already spent half of my life here in South,"
Telemon replied.

That much Morin knew from his report on the Master Healer. "May I ask
what made you decide to forsake your birthplace in the North?"

"Broken heart," Telemon saw no reason to keep it secret.

"While that is unfortunate, I think it is best I speak plainly." Morin
believed in straight talk, and generally practiced it with his people.
"I have no use for the North. They denied our riders the right to
Search for generations, they ignored us and left us to die in the
Plague, and they force their women crafters on us in the few Halls that
remained allied to them. My question to you, sir, is, where does your
allegiance lie? North or South?"

"South," Telemon replied firmly and without hesitation. "Twenty turns is
enough to fall in love with the place and it's people."

"And it's customs? I won't take kindly to any of my crafters teaching
our young women to go off and craft as they did in the old days." Women
had their own important roll to play now, and he would not allow anyone
to come into his Hold filling their heads with the silly notion that
they should 'make something' of themselves other than what is practical
and best for all.

"Not a problem. I've spent much of my career travelling from distant
hold to hold. I don't always agree with everything I see, but I've learned
to
keep my opinions to myself," Telemon replied.

Morin nodded his acceptance of that answer. "Just so long as we
understand each other on that point." He had no reason to doubt
Telemon's sincerity. Yet. "Well, I suppose you'll be wanting to see
your new accommodations. I think you'll find they are befitting your
rank. If they are not to your liking, or if there is anything you feel
our infirmary is lacking, bring it to the attention of the Steward
immediately. We will take all possible measures to make you feel at
home here."

"You won't have any problems with me," Telemon promised and bowed.
Learning diplomacy had been major part of his earlier career.

"I believe that to be true." The Lord Holder held out his hand once

more to him. "Welcome to Sunstone, Master Telmon."

"Thank you, I'm grateful to be here, Lord Morin," Telemon replied and
shook the hand once again.

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