[RUMOR] Hard at Work

[Arcane]

The High Reaches holders charged with rebuilding the hold have been working frantically, trying to get in as much more of the construction as they can before winter puts a stop to their labors. I wonder if they're getting sick of the tight quarters- or are just less willing to associate with former holdless than with traditional weyrfolk.

[Windra]

"They just miss home."

And so did he. Saori didn't mind the Weyr nor its inhabitants. But there was a sublime difference between resting one's head in the cavernous bowels of a massive mountain range, expecting the worse on a daily basis to ... well, being with family and friends in the warmth of a brightly-lit abode.

High Reaches Weyr was brimming with individuals ready to lay down their lives for the greater cause. Now he was one with their ranks, trudging by burrows with Orisk's sensitive snout and heat-sensing eyes picking them out. Worries that did not exist when the Weaver crafthall was standing.

He wondered if they would rebuild it to the same specs as before. But more empty now, with his mother and father gone. "The mudslide took everything from us. Is it so bad to just want to rest your head some place familiar and pretend ... nothing has changed?"

Orisk's snout pushed against his hand. He stroked the white muzzle, streaks of paint running lengths across the alabaster hide.