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Finally the door swung open, though swung implied a speed which this thick wood did not posess, it looked heavier than a runnerbeast! As the Masterweaver appeared, a friendly smile met Taakya's features, he seemed like a wonderful man, and she was always trying to be cheerful around this new place. He seemed rather familiar with Moranis, though that would make sense since Taakya had gotten the impression Moranis had been here a very long time. He hadn't said how though... Maybe they would talk about that later. As the apprentice boy moved into the room, Taakya followed slightly hesitantly. Her dark eyes lightened a bit and grew as she took in the amazing features of the room. Faint drum beats met her ears, though she only knew a limited amount of patterns, so it didn't make much sense to her. Her ears were distracted though by one word, 'son'. Was the Master just using it as a term of endearment, like many older men used to boys they knew well, or was it evidence of a biological connection? Though her mind was reeling with this new bit of information, Taakya's face was placid, acting as if she hadn't heard or hadn't been surprised by the statement.

Her eyes traveled to the pattern before they were asked to, thinking about how she would answer if she had been Moranis. She honestly wasn't all that good with general colors, shades for detail yes, but not colors. She wove what she saw, that was the best result. At the suggestion of blue, she nodded however, fitting the color in with her mind's eye. Her eyes flashed up to the Masterweaver's when she was asked however, her mouth going dry. She thought for a moment, looking back at the pattern, wishing to agree with Moranis but also put forth her own opinion, "Yes, a blue would be quite lovely, and perhaps some gold embroidery here to bring it out," Her slight fingers traveled across a section of the pattern's detail that got a bit lost with all the things around it.

((*will respond after school* since I've started up again I won't be able to respond quite as quickly as before, so sorry in advance sweatdrop ))

Moranis merely muttered and then followed Taakya out of the room. He was almost too embaressed for words. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over to her.

"He does that alot. I am not actually a journeyman. I just...take some advanced classes. I don't fit in well with the other apprentices because of my skill. Please do not pay my Master any mind."

He touched her arm slightly and then gave a small smile. "The stairway is towards right and then it is straight down. But I would appreciate it if you walk with me."

He had appreciated her looks and her skills as well. Coughing slightly, he figured he better tell her about his parentage before the others do...

"It is interesting how Moranis and Emoraan are very close sounding..."

((must he sing and dance? *laughs*))

He stayed with her as they made their way down the stairwell into the halls. Classes had just let out so they were now surrounded by all sorts of people. Taking her by the elbow, Moranis glided her through the masses and made sure that she did not get lost in the sea of weavers.

"It was on purpose. My other siblings had names similiar to others in my family. My mother wanted to make sure that she had something to remember my father by...though she died first."

He frowned, trying to bring up a mental picture of his delicate mother. She had never wanted to be a master more interested in the pleasure of the craft itself. Looking down, Moranis realized that he did slightly tower over his companion. "I suppose we shall be working together especially if you are into fabric color and preservation like myself. My father is the Master, in case you hadn't realized, and I get priveledges sometimes...to deal with more delicate clothes."

They made it to the dining hall in one piece. The hall itself was fairly large. Four tables ran up the length of the hall while a long table ran across the width. On the walls were tapestries, paintings, instruments and all other sorts of devices used to create. There was a large serving window where the wonderful scents of supper lofted around the area. Drudges in dark but well made shifts lifted up trays and began to serve those already seated.

Moranis waved to some people he knew were sitting at the journeyman tables. He actually moved quiet easily between both groups though he knew that he was still ranked apprentice. The MasterWeaver had refused to show his son any favor in front of others; it was his belief that all including kin should be treated equal. But in the privacy of rooms was a whole nother matter. Secretly, his father would ask his opinions from his son.

Listening to Taakya speak, he noticed she had an interesting lilt that caught his attention. Grinning at her words, he moved her at the end of one of the tables. Letting go of her elbow, he gave a slight bow and waited for her to seat. "Manners, you will notice, are very important in a Hall like this. And as for my heritage, I am nothing more than the whelp of to Weavers. It is in my blood...though, I suppose I am like every elible youth. Part of me wants to do more for my hall, like protect it. My father wants to protect the dragonriders who watch over us. He is working on these vests that would slow Thread from its path."

"That she does. And what a grander fate than to be part of the group that helps to save her. Whether by vest or by beast."

Sitting down next to her, Moranis noticed that their thighs touched slightly and he blushed. Rearranging himself so as not to impose, he began to try and strike up random conversation even as the drudge began to serve a nice meaty stew.

"What hold did you come from? And how old are you, you look young."

"It must be nice to own your land, to have a hold of your own. I will never really have anything of my own. After all, the Hall belongs to all as do the services of those within."

Moranis listened with rapture to her voice; it had the most interesting influctions and emotion to it. He was curious to if she ever sang. Secretly, he was a little jealous of the freedom she must have had as a hold child and was even more jealous of the freedom of those weyrborn. He had heard many tidbits of information from many different sources about wht weyrlife was like. His eyes still stayed on her as she continued speak a little bit about herself.

Sixteen turns! She was older than him then for he had only turned fifteen turns just a few months ago. She would think of him as a little brother or something, even if he was at least two inches taller than her. Moranis stuttered out quickly, "Fifteen turns."

"The Hall is solid, that is for sure. Rock solid." He laughed even though it sounded real stupid. "The hall is there for those who want the support. Especially when..."

His memories filled his mind; those of his mother and those around him with the plague. Her delicate body lying almost motionless in bed. Even in her final days, Yllaria still held a smile on her face. But she hadn't died of the plague like others. Her death had been drawn out and painful from an infection that the healers could not figure out. Many times did Moranis sponge his mother's head to cool her fever. Dropping his head for a moment, the weaver boy only perked up when Taakya started speaking again.

"I am not quite near journeyman status. You have to been at least seventeen before they even consider you for taking the journeyman's test and walking the tables. Not too many go forward at an early age. I am just better at some things than others, so the instructors thought it better that I be challenged instead of bored."

The stew had finally cooled enough for him to begin spooning supper eagerly into his mouth. He was still a growing boy, though he hoped not to gain too many more inches. From what he remembered, his brother was just as tall as his father. Warm bread was now being placed out along with roasted tubers, a vegetable mixture and fresh redfruit. A simple, but satisfiying meal. Handing his companion a piece of bread, Moranis had run out of things to say.