| "You are my guest, so your request is granted."
"Lord Lytol how did it go with the Benden Weyrleaders this morning?" "It went well. They will be prepared and Southern Weyr should be finished packing by now. They've had 5 hours. They are storing much of their supplies at Benden Weyr so they don't have to rush. They are also prepared to drag the High Reaches Weyr Lake in case Weyrleader T'kul fouls it as expected. By the way Kylara was told everything. I hear both her and Pridith's eyes showed worry over the disaster which has now been quelled. Weyrleader F'lar wishes to thank you personally." "Whenever he wishes, I would like very much to meet him." "Your chance to do that is today at the Wedding." "Are you serious!?" (dumb phrase I know, but it was all I could think of) was what I asked, completely awed. "Always. Lord Larad was told of your 'arrival' at the same time as Master Fandarel. We thought they'd both want to know. That was when you were added to the guest list. Brand and I surmised that he saw how important you will soon become when word gets around." "Sir, I now have a problem." "What is this problem?" "I have never had to deal with it before in my life. My problem is that I have nothing formal and/or ornate to wear to the Wedding at Telgar Hold. What shall I do?" "What you are presently wearing -plus some other things to finish it off- would be satisfactory. Though I must point out that -on Pern- that color leaves much to be desired." "Then, sir, I will wear this," He only sighed, and his cheek jumped once, "On Earth greens are considered good luck." |
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