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Enjoying the rest from the hard work of normal day, the stockily built girl readily sprinted over to the Weyr's orchard and sat comfortably in the shade. Her chores here were nothing compared to what she had to normally do back in Fetri. Life was hard there and had to be earned with every inch of her being. Her whole family worked hard to protect the small holding owned by their uncle. Only about twice the size of a common cothold, Fetri was dedicated to farming and a small amount of foresty with the few softwoods that lay on the lands. Idily, Duca took a chunky stick on the ground nearby and pulled out her pocket knife and happily flicked off the thorns that adorned the branch. Back at Fetri, she had dabbled in both the farmercraft and that of the woodcraft. Neither craft was her favorite as each had its downfalls, although she favored the woodcraft slightly more because her small carving allowed her to express herself and make a mark or two in the process. Examining the thornless stick, it was about the width of her muscular arm and barely the length of her arm, she decided which was the top and which was the bottom and closed her eyes. She dove deep into her inner-memories and brought one person to the front and began to whittle out the image as she opened her eyes to avoid cuts. Quite a few candlemarks later and a few small cuts on her chunky fingers, the twig had been transformed into something roughly resembling an older man. The long oval face with the heavyset brows were only too familiar to her. She put careful detail into the long beard and happily remembered her dear grandfather who had passed away about a turn ago. She didn't remember him as one gone, but as one who left many memories and changes in his wake. Grandfather was a bluerider who had fought many battles with the deadly Thread and encouraged his offspring to stand as Candidate. Only one had Impressed, but Grandpap was proud of all of them for just being there. He believed that everyone had a place, some with the dragons, some with the earth of the field, and some with the writing tool. Somehow, Ducamaree had those same values and was always teased about resembling her grandpap so much. Traits did have a way of skipping generations though. |
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