Logs:High Reaches
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| RL Date: 30 June, 2011 |
| Who: Raum |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: While his master is off wooing Ladies, Raum investigates further--and finds something very interesting. |
| Where: High Reaches Hold |
| When: Day 11, Month 5, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Devaki/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
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| Raum arrived at the Hold with the rest of the Weyr, it felt like. High Reaches lacked Igen's heat and sand and scorching wind, but it was more familiar than the Weyr in other ways. He wandered between the stalls of the gather in no particular hurry; he had a good two days to take care of his errand. The post hub was overrun with people getting and sending things for friends and family who couldn't make the gather proper. It took him a while to get to the counter, and when he did there were only a handful of frazzled, overworked young people, the most junior workers, who were stuck manning the mail room while everyone else went to the gather. "Hey," he greeted the girl who came to help him with a smile. "My sister tried to mail a package a while back and it never got where it was going. So I'm trying to track it down--do you have the records of what's come through?" He thought he heard the girl whimper at the idea of the effort, so he pushed on, molding his expression into the most sheepish one he could manage. "It's been--oh, months, I think now, but it was to our mother in Igen and it takes things a while to make it there, so we weren't quite sure if it was just about to turn up or what. If you just have the book, I can flip through it over there and see; you won't have to worry about it? I don't want to hold up the line. I think it was... hmm. Month 12, I want to say." This was, of course, not strictly how things were supposed to go, but Raum was counting on the line backing up behind him and her own youth to work in his favor. They did. "Just--just I'll be right back," she said quickly, and returned a minute later to pass off the records for that month. "Just stay here," she pleaded, while he nodded and stepped to the side to flip through. It took a while to find what he was looking for, even with the little rumors floating around in the wake of the exiles' discovery. Old Wilem had been old enough to remember the exiling--if only somebody had known to ask him about it before he died. He'd never spoken of it, to anyone's knowledge, and there weren't any records, except--. There it was, on the page: the first sign of what Devaki wanted. It'd only been a hunch, the lingering suspicion that old men on their deathbeds liked to right their wrongs, but he'd been right. In fact, it was even better than he'd expected. He'd hoped for a final letter sent out to the Hall or some such, but here, right in front of him, was a notation for a package, delivered by the Hold's new harper on behalf of the old, straight into the hands of the Weyrleaders. Raum wasn't sure exactly what was in it, but its existance was its own sort of proof. Of course, there was always the off chance the Weyrleaders had scrubbed the evidence--he would, if his Lord received something like that. It was the smart thing to do. But somehow, he suspected the Weyrleaders of High Reaches weren't that smart after all. |
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