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Regarding Tithes
Topic Started: Jun 28 2011, 10:21 AM (261 Views)
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Aniese was one step away from snapping, as was quite common these days. As her faher said, she didn't sit still well; as she said, she didn't tolerate her father well. Sure, she liked the man fairly enough... if he kept his mouth shut. When she was younger she quite enjoyed spending time with him; at that time, Aniese had thought that there was nothing better than the relationship between a firstborn daughter and her father. He'd helped her with her lessons in the evenings, by the hearth; when she'd been learning her letters from the Harper he'd always gone over them with her, tracing the shapes into the wax tablet on his lap.

Those days were long gone, replaced by her father's halfhearted scheming that would never work. In fact, Aniese suspected, if not for her mother's insistence, her father would've given up by now. He'd tried to marry her off a few times already and been hugely unsuccessful. He occasionally made suggestions or such, but they were really so flimsy that Aniese suspected his heart was not truly in it at all. He had, more or less, given up on shaking her off; if not for Sien, he'd probably just let her be. However, her mother was always harping on about her taking on more duties in the Hold... stopping by the creeche, helping to cook some things...

Didn't she realize that was drudge labor? Aniese would never marry and have children, not in the least because it would satisfy her parents so much. She grumbled under her breath as she paced down the great courtyard of Big Bay Hold. One of the latest Watchdragons from Vaioa Weyr had sent a letter from the Headwoman complaining about the quality of their tithes, and reminding them of their ancient duty. To send the best of their crops and products to the dragonriders.

The best of their products? Aniese scoffed in derision as she walked down the sloping hill toward the outer wall of the Hold. Aniese would let the best of Big Bay's products be sent when the dragonriders actually deserved them. The riders spent their days locked up in their mythical Weyrs, doing Faranth knew what, and turning a blind eye to the plights of the Holders. They hadn't offered protection to the empty skies in over 200 Turns. Why did they deserve the best fish that their fishermen caught? Maybe the Weyrfolk should try fishing themselves, and see how hard it was. Then they'd respect any fish that was sent to them.

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The slope outside the hold's outer walls led to the river. Not far off, the river fed into the sea in a small delta; she could hear the distant clamor of sailors and shipmen. It wasn't the dock she cared about though, despite all her posturing about the fish being such a vital section of Big Bay Hold. She cared enough about the Hold that its sustenance was important, but she'd never set foot on a fishing boat or haul a line if she had anything to say about it.

There was only one reason she slipped down to the river occasionally, and that was her Diver, Skiff. He was now so trained to the point that he wore no leash; he would come from his riverside den when she called.

"Skiff," she called softly as she sat down on the grassy bank.

Almost immediately, the diver's long-beaked, grey-brindled head emerged from the low mud mound's opening. He crooned oddly and scurried out, coming to a rest at Aniese's side and shoving his head into her lap.

"Skiff," Aniese said absently as she began to stroke his head. "Father has been summoned to the Weyr to discuss tithes. He wanted to leave without me but I told him it was out of the question."

Skiff looked up at his owner with intelligent concern.

"Well, I've told him I'll accompany him, so now I will go to Vaioa with him. Listen to some self-important dragonrider whine about how he doesn't get enough fresh fish to eat. Say," she said suddenly, looking down at Skiff. "I wonder why they don't grow their own crops. I'm sure they've got enough land. Do they really think they can afford to spend all day lazing around flying in the sky? Head in the clouds, if you ask me. Selfish idiots. We're supposed to pay them in food, in exchange for them being too busy protecting us to grow their own food. Well, they're not protecting us! What do you think they're too busy doing?"

Skiff made a clicking sound in his throat, and Aniese nodded dismissively. "Quite right. They're just lazy, good-for-nothing beggars. And when I inherit Big Bay Hold..." She trailed off uncomfortably.

Skiff nudged her hand and she continued petting him, continuing distantly. "That is, if I inherit. It's just, Ma doesn't like the idea very much. I've bullied father into saying he'll will the descendency to me, but Ma.... She still keeps trying to find me a." She stopped shortly, looking revolted. "A husband."

And Lady Sien had indeed continued to prod potential husbands in her direction. Aniese was nearly at a breaking point. She wasn't going to let her mother marry her off and tuck her out of the way so that her brother could inherit. Aniese was much smarter than him; what did he have that made her parents love him so much more?

"No," she said suddenly, becoming quite severe at the drop of a hat. "No, I won't let them. I will inherit." She looked down at Skiff sharply, as though he had suggested otherwise. He simply chirped cheerfully in response.

Aniese gave Skiff one last gentle stroke before rising to her feet. "Well, I'd better get going. I'll be back in a few days, I'm sure, okay?"

Skiff barked intelligently and vanished back into her hut, and Aniese sighed wearily and began the climb back up the hill to the Hold. She wasn't giving up; she'd never give up. But it was tiresome to continue to deal with the same things from her parents, day after day.

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It was at least a three day walk on a runnerbeast to cross though the hills and head northeast, for Vaioa. Her father had tentatively suggested that perhaps they aught to request a dragon ride, but Aniese insisted that they go on their beasts. If they allowed the Weyr to bring them, they would already be giving up ground. Putting themselves in the debt of the Weyr. And being here to argue about not giving up to the Weyr was stupid if they entered the argument at a disadvantage.


So it was three days later, with a sore backside but carrying herself regally, and ramrod-straight, that she finally plodded into the Weyr along the dusty desert path. Her father rode genially next to her. She wanted to throttle his casual nature. They couldn't afford to be at ease at this crucial moment!

Dealing with a single woman, a Goldrider without a Weyrleader, Aniese had an idea of how to proceed. If she could swing things her way. A glance around the huge crater they were in, the desert landscape and the heat rising from the walls of the Weyr. Dealing with this day in and day out would be wearisome. Rhyssone would be exhausted. She wouldn't want a drawn-out battle. She'd want a fast, easy solution. She'd give in to Aniese's demands. No, Aniese wouldn't allow the climate to wear her down as she was sure it had the older woman.

They left the path, heading north through the deep Bowl and bearing west. The Lower Caverns was where the steward had promised to meet them. Aniese saw the entrances to the caverns in the side of the cliff, past two structures with people scattered about sparsely nearby. Whoever these people were, they were clearly unimportant. There were no young dragons; Rhyssone's dragon had not produced yet. In fact, she'd overheard her father telling her mother that they would be calling in an egg-layer from one of the other Weyrs. Even Aniese, with a head for politics, couldn't follow the details. Dragonrider culture was so different, so obscure.

Upon arriving outside the Lower Caverns, a short, stooped man met them and handed off their runners to a younger looking boy with plain shoulder knots. Aniese watched him beadily. If her prize runner was treated poorly, she'd have words with that ignorant little whelp.

The steward led them into the cool of the glow-lit caverns. Aniese watched the hearths from a distance, with great distaste. More domesticity.

Finally they were shown their quarters. Aniese, who was determined to be cross, was reluctantly impressed with the accommodations. As she could think of nothing to be insulted about, she simply grew more irate, and hustled her father along into the ground-level meeting room. The steward promised that the Weyrwoman would be there shortly before leaving.

Aniese huffed. Why hadn't she been there at the moment of their arrival? Surely the woman could have nothing more important to do than to greet her lord holder and his heiress.

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