<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><em><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sari in her weyr writing letters to her former teacher and to the new weyr healer</span></strong></em></span><br/><br/>Sari sat chewing the pen.  Scowling at nothing, she got up and began to pace.  'Who, who, who?,  Karli Jakery, Nah,  Markin Firth, nah.'  Sighing, Sari plopped back down on her work table chair.<br/>She twirled her pen between her fingers.  She just couldn't think of anyone.  Deciding to at lest use her time productively, she wrote her weekly note to Harper Flan.  She owed him so much.  He was the Harper who first noticed her abilities while she was still a wee child.  Even at an early age, Sari had known she was different.  Her daddy didn't treat her like the others. Oh, he was nice enough, but still always so distant.   When she was six she learned why.  He wasn't her father after all.  Her Momma had been just one of the many woman raped by Lord Vax.  She, Sari, was one of his "gits" was the word the horrible man had used.  Sari's heart was broken as she had adored her daddy and wanted his love more than anything.  Not after that day.  Her only solace was music.  The family's Harper,  Harper Flan,  had heard her singing one day when she was 5, and that was the start.  He immediately began her training, and he was a wonderful teacher.  Sari's voice blossomed and her instrument skills grew until she had at least a basic understanding of most Pernese instruments.  However, her favorite was the guitar.<br/><br/>When Sari was 12, she went for formal training to the Harper Hall.  It was her decision to carry out her journeymen training for 12 years.  While skilled in instruments, writing and singing, she needed to work on her communication and people skills before she could go out on journey.<br/><br/>Sari, filling Harper Flan in on the letter she had received, and giving him descriptions of what was going on in the Western, finished the writing by sending her deepest affections.  With that, she threw the missive into her currier bag.<br/><br/>Still restless and no closer to having names, Sari recalled helping the healer earlier.  She couldn't help but smile to herself at how charming the healer was.<br/><br/>Again putting pen to scrap, Sari wrote, "Beautiful Healer,<br/>Pray forgive my abrupt departure earlier.  Only urgent business with my Wingleader bade me leave your charming company.  Would you like to join me for sup this evening in one hours time?  Just attach a note to the little queen's leg and she will bring your answer back to me."-- Sari Weyrsinger<br/>PS  A token for your hair, to match the sparkle in your eyes.<br/><br/>Sari called Lyric to her and strapped the note and chocolate brown satin hair ribbon to her leg.  She fixed an image of the healer in her mind and sent it to Lyric.  'Go Lyric, go to the healer.'  With one turn around the room, Lyric blinked out.<br/>