Post by A on Aug 25, 2013 9:28:53 GMT -5
It was raining. Talubara was done with his chores and lessons for the day and had been about to go for his evening run, but everything was wet and muddy and a sprained ankle would place a major hamper upon his Candidacy. So he was stuck inside. Might as well make the most of it. He'd found himself a seat near the entrance to the building (to allow him to better watch the weather) and some scraps of parchment and was running through a few basic tabulations, trying to estimate how many boiled tubers the Lower Caverns went through in the average sevenday. Every five minutes, he got up to run through some basic stretches. He was being productive and enjoying every moment of it.
Let's see, Dalibor had been around for thirteen turns. Let's say it started with two-hundred dragons and their riders, sounded reasonable. Either one or two queens sounded appropriate for a new weyr. Tal bit his lip. One, he was going to estimate one. Queens were valuable and the Western continent had been an unknown variable. Okay. Probably five to ten subqueens, Tal would estimate five. He shook his head. No, no. This was a round-about way to solve the problem. Too many steps, too much room for error. Plus, Tal knew pretty much nothing about Dalibor's history. He got up and did more jumping jacks.
As he walked back towards his seat, Talubara spotted another Candidate, a female one in their half of the barracks. He waved politely. Perhaps she knew more about Western than he did, but to ask would be to defeat the point of this exercise. He did, however, have another question, a more pressing one, "Excuse me, but do you by any chance happen to know how often it rains here?" Tal stayed firmly outside the female half of the barracks as he spoke, raising his voice just a bit to let it carry. The entrance was no-man's-land. He was allowed to be here.
Let's see, Dalibor had been around for thirteen turns. Let's say it started with two-hundred dragons and their riders, sounded reasonable. Either one or two queens sounded appropriate for a new weyr. Tal bit his lip. One, he was going to estimate one. Queens were valuable and the Western continent had been an unknown variable. Okay. Probably five to ten subqueens, Tal would estimate five. He shook his head. No, no. This was a round-about way to solve the problem. Too many steps, too much room for error. Plus, Tal knew pretty much nothing about Dalibor's history. He got up and did more jumping jacks.
As he walked back towards his seat, Talubara spotted another Candidate, a female one in their half of the barracks. He waved politely. Perhaps she knew more about Western than he did, but to ask would be to defeat the point of this exercise. He did, however, have another question, a more pressing one, "Excuse me, but do you by any chance happen to know how often it rains here?" Tal stayed firmly outside the female half of the barracks as he spoke, raising his voice just a bit to let it carry. The entrance was no-man's-land. He was allowed to be here.