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Post by E on Oct 21, 2008 7:34:04 GMT -6
Chedest could not help himself as he took hold of the harness on the tall herdbeast and hoisted himself up. The animal was one of the largest they had at Star Hold, chosen for this journey for its sturdiness – not for its temper. Even so, today seemed to be a good day as it did not attempt to shake off the large man, or perhaps it was simply tired enough from the journey. In any case, it took Chedest several steps and hoists to bring him over the top of the harness to sit astride the animal at the front of the Tithe Train.
The sight took his breath away. Openings, more than Chedest could hope to count, dotted the stone walls of the Weyr and above that a full wing of dragons flew in careful formation. “Wing practice I would guess.” His father spoke out from down below, a half smile on his face at his youngest son’s obvious staring. Who could blame the young man? All of the young men they brought from Star Hold to help unload the Tithe Train were in a similar state as none had seen dragons since that fateful day they were brought to southern twelve turns before.
Circling around the caravan near the edge of the Weyrbowl, Chedest begrudgingly slide down from the massive herdbeasts back to land heavily on the stone floor. “How many do you think there are father? Did they really bring enough dragons to fill so many of those openings? That wing doesn’t look enough to fill even an eight of the Weyr despite their size!”
Stryck laughed at his son as he took his shoulder and turned his back to face the train. Pointing to the wagons to be unloaded he answered, “No Son, like Star Hold, this is a breeding ground for Dragonmen. The Weyr will fill in its own time, and until then we have store rooms to fill. I want no more gawking until these wagons are unloaded and we are told where to put it all.”
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Post by TheDreamerLady on Oct 22, 2008 21:26:38 GMT -6
Hysiae, today dressed in casual cloth brown pants, and a light white top, strode out into the (thankfully) controlled tithe train. She had been expecting chaos, considering it was unlikely any of the Holders had recent practice with Tithing Dragonriders, but it seemed as though whomever was leading them had a good head on their shoulders.
Her light brown eyes lightened slightly, and the tall woman, boots thumping on the hard packed soil, took herself to the small knot of people who looked like they were in charge.
Standing before Chedest's father, she smiled briefly, and took in the surrounding train with trained eyes. It, she decided, should tide the Weyr over for long enough.
"Are you in charge here?"
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Post by E on Oct 29, 2008 6:40:28 GMT -6
Chedest had been too distracted watching the wing above him in drills to realize that a woman had approached him and his father. Hearing her voice, he looked down and took her in. She was tall for a woman, but despite her gender he was surprised to find that there was no question that she was a figure of authority. Putting a hand on the large herdbeasts harness to keep him steady, he let his father answer.
“Yes Ma’am,” he answered with his deep, but friendly voice. “The name is Stryck and we bring the Tithe Train from Star Hold. I have enough young hands with me we should be able to unload it wherever you require before night falls.” Giving a slight bow to the lady as he was unsure of her knots – having never a use for such things in the field all day. Then again, he hadn’t expected to be put in charge of delivering a Tithe Train to a Weyr either. Oh well, one job was the same as another in Stryck’s eyes and like his son’s, he never said no to a little extra work.
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Post by TheDreamerLady on Nov 2, 2008 21:49:39 GMT -6
"Headwoman Hysiae." Hysiae told him, after listening to everything that Stryck was offering without her even needing to question him.
"Would you and yours care to eat here tonight, and move out in the morning?" Mentally, she was already deciding where everything was going- the average foodstuffs could be placed in the kitchen when she informed the Cooks whether or not they would be feeding others. Not that the cooks would care- fifteen or so people didn't make much of a difference in a place the size of the Weyr, and the fresh food would make everyone more agreeable.
"If you could move all livestock to the left of the field- the Beastcrafters will sort through them, and take care of your own animals until you return. Any cloth, food or other item should come in out of the heat- we have a hall we can sort things in."
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Post by E on Nov 8, 2008 8:07:45 GMT -6
Stryck smiled broadly. He had never had dealings with a weyr besides the initial move to Southern and had not been sure what sort of hospitality to expect. Her offer of fresh, warm food gave him a very high opinion of Nova already. Good first impresions always lasted longest on the father's mind.
"Food tonight would be lovely, Headwoman. We are glad to accept." Turning his wide smile from the woman to his wide eyed son, he laughed before pushing his son back to the present. "Get Arloc and Torvin. Have them help you with the livestock, Chedest. Grab Yonnin as well if you think you need another hand."
Looking up to see the rest of the young men, all between the ages of 17 and 24, listening eagerly for their orders even as they too, like Chedest, kept one eye on the sky with the wing in practice above.
"The rest of you start grabbing things. We have a lot of work ahead of us before we get any form of break. Start with the spices and other delicate items from the first wagon. I want all of those in first before you all get tired and clumsy!" While he didn't bark his orders, there was an obvious tone to his good natured voice that anyone could tell the young men would follow without question.
Hearing his father's orders, he dropped the reigns to the heardbeast next to him and moved to the back of the caravan - the boys who had been named to him moved with him without Chedest needing to seek them out. The last wagon had several large strings of every variety of livestock Star Hold had available. They had given the Weyr the very best - short of their breeding stock of course.
At once the whole caravan came to life as things became unloaded and handed down almost instantly once the order was given. Even so, it was also obvious it would be a full day's work.
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Post by TheDreamerLady on Nov 9, 2008 23:00:26 GMT -6
Grabbing a small pack herself, Hysiae led the charge into the Weyrhall itself. Dropping the sack where she expected a large pile or sprawl to grow, she headed into the kitchen to inform the cooks of the arrival of guests. She was unprepared for the giggles of some of the younger, unmated cooks, or helpers in the kitchen.
"Are any of them good looking?" A particularly saucy young blond questioned eagerly, to the good natured ribbing of her fellows. Hysiae felt her face turn into a disproving frown.
"Look later. Cook now." She commanded, and strode out of the kitchen. Of course, now she was noticing that their were indeed several very well put together men, and the best part was that she was not their Headwoman, meaning that tonight, after or during dinner, she could be interested in any one of them. It was good to have Holds she thought with a smile, as she went to help out with a particularly awkward shaped sack.
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