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25 minutes of happy chatter and contented silence with the bondmate, immediately upon departing work. I was left with a solid surety of the bond, after I teased him gently about his communications skills, he got a touch defensive about never having claimed to have good ones, and me reassuring him with the quiet gravity of soul-deep truth that I know and I don't mind; that's why I make a point of keeping communications open for the both of us.

I got him up to date with the workplace gossip (oh, what a clear thinker that co-worker of mine is! Thinking with which head now?) and expressed shock and glee over the whole ten-to-five Monday-Friday work week thing.

I do need to pick up a copy of the memo that has the job posting on it. I quite honestly might have thought it a bit out of my range, but evidently someone thinks it's a great written portrait of my applicable skills.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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