 She's WHAT!? T'zer exploded. How could she? She's just been cleared to go between? They won't let her move so soon! They can, and they have, Masseth shrugged. Nachth wants us to come with her. She doesn't want to move. She shouldn't want to, T'zer scoffed. I don't know what Shalna is thinking, moving her so quickly. This obsession over P'sol is getting dangerous. Well, she's moving anyway, and we should go with her, Masseth reasoned, ignoring T'zer's outburst. They're leaving tommorow. TOMORROW!? T'zer exploded again. We can't arrange a transfer that soon! Can't they wait a few days?  Masseth sighed and pretended to be very interested in the ground. They're expected tommorow. I doubt they'll change their plans for us. Not when P'sol and Arzanth are waiting for them.
P'sol and Arzanth shouldn't matter as much as Nachth's health, T'zer fumed. But Shalna's to wherry-brained to realize that. I'm going to arrange a transfer. T'zer stormed out of his weyr, not noticing that Masseth had winked between to Nachth's ledge, but not much caring either. On his way into the Weyrwoman's study, he ran into Shalna on her way out. "I heard you were transferring," T'zer said after an uncomfortable moment of silence. "To Quinalt. To be with P'sol." Shalna stiffened. "I may or may not be transferring simply to be with P'sol. Quinalt is my home and the best place for Nachth to continue her growth." T'zer had to laugh. "Don't try to pull that with me. It's just like you to run back to P'sol's arms. Can't live anywhere without him for long." "I'm not running to anyone," Shalna hissed. "I'm going home. That's all. P'sol has probably found someone else in my absence." Before T'zer could say anything else, Shalna whirled and left. T'zer thought of following her but turned and went into the Weyrwoman's study instead and asked for a transfer to Quinalt Weyr. |