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Subject: Moving in Author: Willmina & Shetanth [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:25:39 02/19/02 Tue The canister's top was off and the heavy tapestry got pulled out. Willmina didn't have anyhting but this from her parents as a furnishing. All they'd had was a tent in the desert and their clothes. There was no need for cooking vessels so this hanging was the only one from her early years. Her parents, Marken and Caserna, had said that the dragon and rider hanging had been created for a long-ago ancestor who had also been a Weyrwoman and Gold rider: Nastassia of New Igen. Willmina had forgotten the dragon's name. The heavy wool unrolled to spill into the sunshine that streamed through the window. It sent a little dust into the air. The Weyr was ancient, perhaps ancient before Weyrwoman Nastassia's time. Willmina looked at the colors and figures before hanging it on the hooks she had drilled into the wall. Perhaps this was once Nastassia's quarters. If so, there was nothing to indicate it. The Weyr had been picked clean as if it had been deserted on purpose. She admired it a moment before putting the wooden canister in a corner and grabbed her flight coat and helmet. Shetanth was very hungry and wanted to fly to the hunting grounds for a bite. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]