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<p>Created page with &quot;{{Log |who=Quint |what=High Reaches&#039; newest Harper has a bad first night at the Weyr. |where=Quint&#039;s Room, High Reaches Weyr |involves=High Reaches Weyr |day=9 |month=11 |turn...&quot;</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>{{Log<br /> |who=Quint<br /> |what=High Reaches' newest Harper has a bad first night at the Weyr.<br /> |where=Quint's Room, High Reaches Weyr<br /> |involves=High Reaches Weyr<br /> |day=9<br /> |month=11<br /> |turn=38<br /> |IP=Interval<br /> |IP2=10<br /> |gamedate=2015.09.18<br /> |type=Vignette<br /> |icons-new=Icon quint eyes closed.jpg,<br /> |log=He dreamed the dream again.<br /> <br /> He was a boy again, running, fleet of foot and unstoppable. He brushed past people, his fingers flying, and they felt nothing. <br /> <br /> He ran, and then he was in darkness, pressing all around him, unable to breathe. <br /> <br /> There was nowhere to run.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> He woke in a sweat.<br /> <br /> This was the penance he paid, three, four times a seven. He wondered if, in another fifteen Turns, it would be once or twice. Maybe, eventually, he would forget entirely?<br /> <br /> But he couldn't. ''Shouldn't''.<br /> <br /> He swung out of bed, momentarily disoerientated in his new surroundings, before his gaze located the stand, and he reached for the gitar. The familiar strains of a song so well known to him sounded, his fingers seemed to fly over the strings of their own accord.<br /> <br /> ''High Reaches Weyr,'' he thought. ''So close to Crom.''<br /> <br /> He strummed. Familiar tune, new lyrics: &quot;Drawn, to the place of fears, drawn, and quartered. Seeking fate you'd thought you'd bucked, only to find out you're pretty well--&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Journeyman Quintus?&quot; the voice rang out through the door. One of his new apprentices. &quot;The class is waiting for you.&quot;<br /> <br /> The strings sang discordantly as his fingers slipped, and he winced. He returned the gitar, carefully, to its stand, and stood, taking a moment after he dressed.<br /> <br /> It was the boy that stood in the room, still, ''stuck'' in a moment.<br /> <br /> But it was the Harper that strode out confidently through the door.<br /> }}</div>

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