URA'S WEYR

Ura gave you a large smile. "So you want to see my living space, eh?" Technically you were already in her weyr, but she had used some of it for teaching the decorating classes. Ura walked admist the tables and announced, "I'll be taking a short break. You can continue to exercise you creative genious!" Her students of all ages smiled back and diligently worked on their projects.

Ura clasped your arm in hers, and guided you past some curtains that marked her personal area of the weyr. This side of the curtains held the dragon entrance and couch, which was empty. Her area was also decorated woth homemade articles to near the point of clutter. There were throws and cushions on the seats, assorted wall hangings of various materials, and statuettes on the shelves.

With all these crafts around, you wondered just what Craft she had belonged to before coming to the Weyr? You decided to ask.

Ura gave a hearty giggle before answering. "I belonged to none. I was destined to be a cothold's Lady, and propagate the workers, just like all the generations before me. Its just a family farm breakin' even between tithes to the larger Holds and keeping ourselves well fed. A hole on a rock is not a very inviting place, ya know, so we had to decorate with what we had. Didn't have the marks to spare for fancy things. That's what I'm doing out there. These people just don't have the marks for anything extra, but want to make their weyrs homey," she said proudly, no shame in her poor background.

"I wouldn't have ever been searched if we hadn't decided to be frivolous for once and go to a Gather at the main Hold. Them dragonriders were a smart bunch and found it easy finding proper candidates with everybody in one spot," she smiled jovially.

One of her students, a young girl, peaked around the corner of the curtian. "Umm, I think that I not doing the stitching right on my pillow. Can you come see?" she asked timidly.

"Sure thing lass, be with ya in a moment!" Ura said. She turned back to you. "Well, I must be getting back to my duties, visitor. Hope your stay at the Weyr's a pleasant one!" she waved good-bye and tended her students.

Young Green Zuniath pulled the quilt over her gently with a claw. Ura had made it from bits of clothing she had collected over the years. It took a great many years to make a quilt for a dragon! Luckily, Ura kept saying, Zuniath was a nice small green and not an over-sized queen. Zuniath liked all the colors patched together. It put her that much closer to Ura's pre-dragon life.

"Oh, silly lass, ya kin read me head like a book!" Ura had exclaimed fondly when her dragon had mentioned this.

For the moment, Ura lay aside her lace border she was knitting especially for Zuniath's couch, and curled up beside her, snuggling up under the covers for the evening air had a chill in it. Dragon and rider fell contentedly asleep.