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Deconstruction Roundup for August 30th, 2019

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who is running into the problem of needing to finish a thing without having a clue how to do so.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Elizabeth Sandifer: Eruditorium Press

Fred Clark: Slacktivist

Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you are still very happy that transformative works won a Hugo award. Or for any other reason, really.

Dragonsblood: A Clue Would Be Nice Right About Now

Last time, our Second Pass team discovered a present left behind by the previous generation for them. They don’t have an actual clue how to use it, though, and Tullea’s increasingly paranoid behavior is getting in the way of making actual progress. This didn’t stop Lorana from attempting to cure her dragon with what was left behind. Unfortunately, all it appeared to do was accelerate the sickness, and Arith popped out of Lorana’s reach, leaving her devastated and unconscious.

The dragonriders of the Second Pass are running out of dragons.

Dragonsblood: Chapters 17, 18, and 19: Content Notes: Standing on triggers

(College, First Interval, AL 58)

Any Eridani Adept willing to change an ecosystem must commit her bloodline to maintaining that ecosystem eternally.
–Edicts of the Eridani, XXIVth Council

Cocowhat by depizan

Sorry, no, firm believer in individual choice here. Those descendants get the option as to whether or not to continue the family line and the family business. Which I think is what Wind Blossom is trying to engineer, given that Kitti Ping and Ted Tubberman and their first-generation descendants, save herself, are dead. It just doesn’t make much sense to get rid of everything that could monitor the dragons, as well as the knowledge of how they work, unless you believe that the genetic program that created dragons is basically flawless and won’t ever run into any issues down the line as evolution does its slow and steady movement toward finding vulnerabilities in your program. Or that those problems will be your descendants’ issues and you don’t have to care about that because you’ll be dead and gone by that point.

Wind Blossom is having trouble getting to sleep as the chapter opens, and the arrival of Arith from the future doesn’t help any. Instead, she’s up and directing everyone to dissolve the dragon’s corpse in acid to kill the infection still living on it. Tieran salvages some of the riding gear, so they can identify her, although he sinks the material and his hand into a vat of acid to make sure it’s purified.

While the sterilization is ongoing, Wind Blossom is trying to understand how she knew to go outside, and how she knew when the fire lizards were arriving, and this mysterious connection she seems to feel to someone else, but the situation on the ground moves her mind on from such extrasensory musings to wondering why seeing the dragon the way it was had significance to her mind, but she can’t quite put her hands on it.

Emorra calls her to breakfast, Tieran offers to stay behind and supervise the construction of Arith’s grave, and Wind Blossom goes on. It’s a short foreshadow chapter.

Thread scores
Dragons scream.
Thread burns
Freeze between.

That doesn’t scan right, to me. Too many syllables? Or perhaps the /i/ sounds are too close to each other in the last line?

(Benden Weyr, Third Pass, 12th Day, AL 508)

Losing her dragon has not been kind to Lorana. Kindan has been sitting vigil with her for a couple of days, but Lorana isn’t interested in anything. Salina evicts Kindan on the reality that he also needs sleep and rest and goes in with M’tal to keep watch on Lorana.

Turns out that Lorana can not just hear all dragons, she can block them all from talking to her as well. When K’tan arrives to check in on Lorana, he asks Salina what made her keep going after Breth died.

M’tal gripped Salina’s hand tightly. The ex-Weyrwoman’s eyes shimmered with tears, which she wiped away hastily before explaining, “I couldn’t go. I was needed.”
M’tal circled behind her and hugged her tightly against him. K’tan nodded, uneasy in the presence of their intense emotions.
“Then let’s hope Lorana feels as needed,” he said softly. He looked up at Salina, his lips showing the hint of a smile. “I’m glad you decided to stay–it d have been much harder without you.”
M’tal felt Salina stiffen in his arms and, through years of intimacy, correctly interpreted her gratitude at the healer’s words. The ex-Weyrleader eyed the healer, however, with the eyes of a leader of dragonmen.

K’tan, you’re standing on a big trigger of Salina’s. In the most charitable interpretation, you don’t know you’re doing it, but that discomfort at intense emotion is a warning sign.

Also, I am not having this “many years of intimacy means M’tal knows Salina freezing up is a sign of gratitude” bullshit. Like, if we knew already that everyone knows K’tan is all abut the gallows humor, this world read differently. Instead, it looks like K’tan stands on Salina’s trigger, then possibly hits on her (what’s with the slight smile?) with the idea that had she completed suicide, the boys would be much sadder if they didn’t have her as eye candy to look at. Salina freezing up makes sense, if she thinks she’s in danger and she’s already in a bad headspace, but as best I can tell, there’s no gratitude in any of her body language, and M’tal is behaving protectively toward her in this line of questioning. Like, K’tan getting thrown out on his ass and M’tal and Salina sharing a cry would be what I would expect. It’s like the author (or a beta reader) looked at the passage and said, “Dude, no, not cool.” and the response was “I’ll just put something in here about how she’s secretly pleased and grateful, and my Hero can intuit this, so it’s less creepy and wrong because I say so.”

Having been dismissed to get some rest himself, K’tan happens upon Kindan, singing the strange song he saw in the Archives. Kindan has a breakthrough and remembers the last of his verse, proving the whole song is essentially “There’s a password on the vault in Benden. Say it, and the way will open.”

Not that Kindan understands, and a drum message coming in distracts him.

Kindan smiled at him. “And the watch-whers fought the fall,” he said, taking delight in the way the healer’s eyes grew wide with astonishment.
“Nuella led them,” Kindan went on cheerfully. “Looks like Wind Blossom’s creatures have more of a purpose–“

Which unlocks the title of the song in Kindan’s memory: “Wind Blossom’s Song.” (Not exactly inventive or creative on the title part, even if the music part is definitely that way for it to have stuck around long enough to be rediscovered.)

I’m also still…marveling a a good word to use, about how the fact that watch-whers can fight Thread at night has been forgotten and needs rediscovery. If Thread is the end-all destroyer of lives and livelihoods, as we are about to find out, then it should be seared into the cultural memory who can fight Thread and when. Especially when they can fight in the time that’s not good for dragons because of visibility issues. We shouldn’t have to deal with an understaffed Fort Weyr and Hold reckoning with the consequences of burrows that includes setting fire to old-growth (forty year-old) forests and thinking about the fallout of the subsequent erosion and the unemployment of the loggers and developers of that forest. A good Hold would have a fleet of wherhandlers on standby to deploy for night Falls.

Then again, it’s been suggested plausibly that the Pern colony ship is more of a B ark than anything expected to succeed, and perhaps this is showing through for the convenience of the narrative to have other dragon-related plots.

Right before this serious talk, Tullea has a heart-to-heart with Lorana that strongly suggests she’s having strong emotions of her own in relation to Lorana and Arith. Of the “stages of guilt” variety.

“I said get out!” Tullea shouted for the third time at Tilara. “I’ll call you when you’re needed.”
With a worried look toward Lorana, Tilara retreated from Tullea’s anger.
“It’s not like she needs a whole guard,” Tullea muttered to herself as she heard Tilara’s feet hasten down the corridor. “Probably going to tell Mikkala. Well, let her. I’m the Weyrwoman. Not even Salina can criticize me.”
She looked down at Lorana, lying on her back, motionless, in her bed.
“I tried to keep you away,” Tullea said, almost apologetically. “But you had to do it your way. Wouldn’t tell anyone. The first we hear is you and your dragon shrieking in the middle of the night.”
Her voice rose as her anger grew. “You didn’t deserve that dragon, you know? You were so sure, so certain so willing to risk everything. You deserved to lose her, do you hear? You deserved it!” Tullea realized she was shouting at the top of her lungs into Lorana’s ear and pulled back, both appalled at her own behavior and amazed by Lorana’s unresponsiveness.
“You can’t die,” Tullea said. “Salina was with her Breth for ten times more Turns than you had months with your dragon and she didn’t die.
“You can’t die. You’re not allowed, do you hear me? It wouldn’t be right. You’re not allowed, you’re not…”
Tullea found herself on her knees at Lorana’s bedside, cradling the woman’s head in her arms, her tears falling onto Lorana’s hair like rain.
Please don’t die,” Tullea whispered, begging. “Please.

I mean, it’s nice to give the reader evidence that Tullea does care, but it’s happening out of sight of everyone else. If they observed this, maybe they might come more swiftly to the conclusion that Tullea is twin-timing and work to remedy it?

After this outburst is the Fall over Fort where burrows happen and forests have to be burnt to ash to kill the Thread and stop it from burrowing. K’lion is upset that they don’t have enough time to do anything, and then remembers that dragons can time-travel. So he hatches a plan to send the Weyrlings and the injured back in time so they can train and grow up and pop back ready to fight the next Fall with numbers.

Before we hear much more about the plan, we shift to K’tan seeking Salina’s advice about what it’s like to lose your dragon, because he knows he’s running on false hope. And he does cry at the impending loss of his dragon, because losing your minbonded friend is traumatic, no matter the toxic culture that demands he regain his control after he leaves Salina’s presence. After relieving Tullea and making sure she didn’t hurt Lorana, his dragon takes the one-way leap to hyperspace, which hurts K’tan entirely, but also brings Lorana back to consciousness. Between themselves, they swear to stop the illness. And there is Chapter 18.

Symbiont: A life-form that lives in harmony with its host, often performing valuable functions for the host, e.g.: E. coli in the human gut.

(College, First Interval, AL 58)

The College is in quarantine for dragons, so M’hall has to set his dragon down a ways away and approach on foot. Tieran explains to M’hall (skeptical that a dragon of that size was that young and also a queen) that Arith is about the right size for development at the thirtieth generation, confirming she’s also from a future where the illness got to the dragons. Additionally, the piece of harness Tieran preserved had Benden’s mark and the same animal healer mark Grenn had on his harness. At the hastily-called assembly of the Lords and Weyrleaders, Emorra tells them all it’s a dragon from the future, shocking the Lords that didn’t know time travel was possible and introducing the paradox that needs resolving: Since Arith shows signs of genetic manipulation, there has to be a way for that knowledge to persist into the future. Wind Blossom says she would likely die from the shock of being thrown into the future, and says there’s no other person that could probably successfully defeat the illness than her, which neither Tieran nor Emorra object to. It’s not likely the knowledge will pass down through the generations, given how few people know about it now, so to resolve the paradox, the College has to figure out how to get their knowledge and equipment to survive until the time it is needed. They resolve to do just that, and the chapter ends.

So now we are on track to likely cause a paradox in the future so as to resolve the problem of draconic illness. Of course, they could have also figured out a way to clearly communicate that Tubberman and Purman’s grubs were beneficial to the planet, so that they had time to spread everywhere in the Interval and all the people have to do is go inside during Fall, but then we don’t get dragons throwing flames in the sky.

I am again reminded of the message that states, simply, DO NOT MESS WITH TIME TRAVEL. But it’s a staple of Pern by now, and so we probably shouldn’t try to map out the continuity and figure out which of the many possible timeliness is the one that we are actually on.

More on constructing the methods of paradox next week.

Deconstruction Roundup for August 23rd, 2019

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who is doing all sorts of things that probably aren’t exactly correct, but are narratively convenient.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Elizabeth Sandifer: Eruditorium Press

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you are more than ready to stop the ride and make the powerless running it for everyone get off. Or for any other reason, really.

Dragonsblood: What A Difference A Few Generations Makes

Last time, the Benden Weyr crew called in Camp Natalon’s miners to help them clear a rockslide that turned out to house one of the secret rooms mentioned in very old records. The narrative went out of its way to portray Tullea as selfish, jealous, and otherwise the perfect example of a terrible Weyrwoman, in comparison to the all-loving Lorana and the full-of-determination Salina.

Dragonsblood: Chapter 16: Content Notes: Misogyny, Authorial Railroading

Where we left off, Tullea had just opened the secret room and passed out from the old air that came rushing out. The Natalon miners are sent on their way, despite there being more rockslides to clear that are likely to contain secret rooms, because what they’ve discovered is enough for B’nik and Kindan to believe they’ll be occupied for a while.

What have they discovered? Something wondrous, but the narrative is still very insistent on showing us at every opportunity what a brat Tullea is supposed to be.

Tullea elbowed her way past the others and raced to be second into the rooms. She paused just past the threshold, not so much for fear of bad air but in amazement at what she saw. Most the far wall was covered from floor to ceiling with a drawing of several ladderlike columns composed of weird interconnected varicolored rods and balls.
“Look at this!” Regellan called out, pointing to the drawing, as the others flooded into the room.
Tullea glanced at the wall drawing, made a hasty scan of the room, and then headed unerringly for something glittering on an open shelf at the other end of the room.
Kindan entered the room and stared wide-eyed at the drawing. Then a flash of movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention and he turned just in time to see Tullea pocket a small, silvery object. Before he could move to intervene, she was picking something else up from the counter.
“What are these?” she asked, holding up a crystal clear glass vial. She shook it, examining the powder-like substance inside, then casually placed it back on the counter and picked up another.
There were four vials in all, Kindan noticed. The countertop bore not only dust-free spots where the vials had been placed. Each clear spot was centered over a colored mark: red, green, blue, and yellow.
His eyes widened as Tullea negligent;y put the fourth vial back on the countertop, well away from any of the colored marks.
“Do you remember which vial went where?” he asked her shortly, trying to see if he could guess the original position of the last vial she’d picked up.
“No,” Tullea replied with a shrug.
“I think it’s important,” Kindan told her. B’nik came up beside him and frowned at the misplaced vials.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it all out,” Tullea replied with a dismissive wave of her hand, turning to explore a set of cabinets. After some fiddling, she discovered they were magnetically locked and spent several moments opening and closing them before noticing what was inside.

At which point B’nik hastily ushers Tullea out with the need to send the Camp Natalon miners home, and that she needs to let Kindan and K’tan do their work.

There seems to be an adjective the author is going for here. “Childish” is what comes to mind when describing Tullea’s behavior, elbowing her way in for the prestige of having been in there early, then stealing something and letting something else get put out of order, without any consideration as to whether it might be important, and then breezily dismissing it as something other people will fix, before getting distracted by the magnetic enclosures on the cabinets. Curiosity isn’t a thing to discourage in this case, but there’s also precious little information available about what this room is and what it’s for, unless you recognize the drawings on the wall, which I do, since I’m used to seeing models with rods and balls used to describe the genetic makeup of things. But these generations of Pernese down the line do not, or at least, their understanding of genes doesn’t include this particular representational model.

Anyway, the author seems very interested in making us want to hate Tullea, for all the potential damage she’s doing to making Benden Weyr find themselves a cure, stealing things, rearranging others, and otherwise not caring. It’s a marked departure, actually, from the Tullea that we’ve seen so far, who is cold and calculating and ultimately wants to protect her position more than anything. Unless we’re supposed to have always seen that Tullea tries to protect her position, and B’nik, by aggressively trying to bring everyone and everything under her control. (Which we have seen exactly how well that works to this point, so…)

Kindan and K’tan discuss the contents of the room and talk about what the use of the various vials is likely to be, in conjunction with the syringes for injection discovered, but they get nowhere. They do find another door, but it’s not responding to them in any sort of way. Lorana comes down to the room, because Arith is coughing and not sleeping well, and that means Lorana’s not sleeping well. By herself, Lorana is already able to make a lot more sense out of what the room’s purpose is, because she notices similarities between all the drawings on the wall, but more importantly, she realizes that there are four patterns on the wall, and there are four vials, one underneath each drawing.

Were the patterns supposed to tell someone which vial to use? Could it be the knowledge represented by those drawings had been so common when they were first drawn that no one had ever considered that the method of them might be forgotten and that was why there were only the vials and the drawings? Read the drawings and pick the vial?

Yes, indeed, friends, why would you put cryptic drawings somewhere that you expected your descendants to find and then not leave them a key to interpret those drawings and discover what the solution to their problems might be? There’s no instruction manual, no paper or plastic copy of information that might be useful to decoding what’s going on. Sure, what you would need to teach someone how to interpret a genetic code and get useful information out of what’s there is not an easy undertaking, but it would behoove someone to leave a complete copy of information in as many places as there are supposed to be supplies or other things. And, also, that’s the readon why the Camp Natalon miners should have moved on to the next rock slide, because if there were specific rooms (plural) mentioned in the record, discovering one does not mean you’ve discovered all of them.

Had they been working on other rockslides to see if they contained secret rooms, Lorana might not be feeling a significant time crunch on curing Arith and keeping her from dying. As it is, she can feel Arith’s life ebbing away, and Arith knows it as well. So Lorana grabs a little of each of the vials and a syringe to inject it into her in hopes that the combination of each of the vials will be enough to save her dragon.

There’s a quick interlude where Tullea is once again trying to interfere with Lorana’s progress.

B’nik was shoved roughly awake. He tried t squirm away from his tormentor, but the shaking continued.
“Get up!” Tullea shouted in his ear.
“Mmmph, what is it?” B’nik asked blurrily. He turned on his side, facing Tullea, his eyes blinking furiously as he tried to see in the dim light.
“I need to talk to you,” she told him.
“Can’t it wait until daylight?” he asked.
“Of course not,” Tullea snapped. “It’s about Lorana.”
“What about her?”
“I don’t want her going to the Oldtimer room.” Tullea said. “She’s to be kept away.”
“Why?”
“For her own good,” Tullea snapped back. Her eyes darted to her dressing table. B’nik’s sleep-muddled mind recalled that she had been playing with something silver and small before she’d gone to bed. He didn’t recall her having a silver brooch or jewelry box.
“What harm could she get into?” he replied, sitting upright.
“I don’t know,” Tullea said, not meeting his eyes. “I just don’t want her there. It’s not her job anyway.”
“She knows something about healing,” B’nik protested. “She’s been helping K’tan–”
“–Let her help with the injured dragons,” Tullea said. “But she’s not to–”
“Shh!” B’nik said, raising a hand. “Someone’s coming.”

That turns out to be J’lantir, who’s come to beg for more dragons to fly Thread with in three days’ time. B’nik promises reinforcements, and J’lantir pops back to Ista.

Let’s pull back to what Tullea is doing. She doesn’t know why, but she neds to keep Lorana away from the room, and while this could be put down to antagonism and jealousy (and, I think, having just read how Tullea behaved around the secret room, that’s the conclusion we’re supposed to draw), but we still have this giant problem of nobody wondering whether Tullea’s time-split.

As with everything else, there isn’t enough detail over any of the books to let an astute long-time reader know with certainty that this is the case, but Tullea’s behavior has been markedly different for the last three Turns. If it were consistently parts of her personality that are not present, it might suggest that being time-split means some aspects of your personality disappear to constitute the other person at the same time. Tullea’s obsession with Lorana and what she’s doing might also be a clue that Lorana is the key to whatever caused the time-split, although Tullea is the least reliable narrator about Lorana’s role and what should be done with her, because she’s literally splitting herself between two places at the same time, and that can’t be good for the mental health.

In this light, Tullea’s intense curiosity and theft might be important to making sure the paradox doesn’t happen. Which would be both neat and complicating if it turned out the Tullea that jumped back in time has some sort of control to make sure the events of the past happened as she remembered then. (Bootstrap paradox still applies, though — what happens on the first run?) Or can send her past self messages that get distorted in transit.

We’ll never know, and by this point, I think the narrative wants our patience with Tullea to shatter, right before Lorana suffers a tragedy with Arith, so that we’ll be in the frame of mind necessary to agree with whatever punishment gets sent Tullea’s way for her incivility.

The chapter closes out with Lorana mixing and injecting Arith with a mixture of all four serums. It does not go well for Arith, who complaints that it itches, and then that everything is very, very wrong, before Arith disappears entirely from Lorana, never to return. Lorana thinks Arith might have felt some other presence to go to, based on a very small sliver of feeling, but basically, Lorana is without her dragon, because Arith has gone to where she can’t be found, and is likely dead or has accelerated the process of Arith’s death. To put it mildly, Lorana screams as that part of her psyche is ripped from her, and collapses, having passed out from the strain of trying to hold on to Arith.

Chapter 17 next week.

Deconstruction Roundup for August 16th, 2019

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, had yet to figure out where the story is going, but knows full well it’s not done.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Elizabeth Sandifer: Eruditorium Press

Fred Clark: Slacktivist

Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you are more than ready to declare that a candidate running on nostalgia for an imagined past should be ejected from the race. Or for any other reason, really.

Dragonsblood: Setting Up The Big Problems

Last time, Wind Blossom retrieved things she “lost” during the Crossing that will allow either them or their descendants to learn how to determine the origin of the dragon and fire-lizard disease and synthesize a cure to keep them all alive. In the future, nobody has answers or ideas, other than cryptic messages, and Arith has now caught the sickness. Even so, nobody seems to be doing a whole hell of a lot in trying to determine how to protect themselves against the sickness.

Dragonsblood: Chapter 16: Content Notes: Casual Ablism,

Firestone, dry
Dragons fly.
Firestone, wet
Riders die.

(Benden Weyr, Third Pass, Day 6, AL 508)

This used to be true, when everyone was using the volatile firestone that exploded on contact with water. But since C’tov discovered the safer firestone and Fire Hold has been mining it everywhere they can find it, this should be less of an issue. Unless wet firestone somehow doesn’t produce enough gas in the second stomach of a dragon for them to belch fire.

The chapter opens with the return of Kindan and Lorana. Lorana vaults off to find and comfort Arith about her sickness, while Kindan reports finding the records of the secret rooms at Benden Weyr, and B’nik has only the suggestion that those rooms, once built, have suffered from cave-ins that obscure them, and the assurance that they’ll dig them out if they can. Arith assures Lorana that she’ll be fine, and since Lorana’s around, Lorana should continue trying to find a cure.

We pop over to Ista, where J’lantir has been appointed as interim Weyrleader by Dalia and elected with unanimity by the Wingleaders, and now he has to fight Thread with a severely depleted fighting strength, and in terrible weather. Dalia is fighting showing emotion about the fact that there will be more dead dragons by the time Threadfall is done, because the reality is far different than what you read in the Records. There’s a quick pop back to Benden, where Kindan is diverted from his task of finding the cave-in spaces to be emotional support to Lorana, because dragons fighting Thread means Lorana feels it all and she might want someone there to comfort her. He provides Lorana with a massage and Arith with pats and scritches through the entirety of the fall and the deaths that come to Lorana. Then it’s back to Ista, where J’lantir has to deal with the casualties of the Threadfall.

M’kir’s left arm was in a sling, his shoulder heavily bandaged where Thread had gouged it, the left side of his head bandaged to hide the gaping hole that had once held a fierce blue eye.
[…everyone looks terrible and tired. J’lantir is staying upright mostly through force of will rather than any real reason to do so…]
S’maj was the only Wingleader left beside himself. B’lon was favoring his left leg, wrapped in a bandage placed over his now-useless flying pants–a long thin line of blood showed where Thread had eaten through it and into his leg, but the score was not deep.

Dalia then comes in with the casualty figures for the Fall, and it’s clear that Ista now lacks the fighting strength to do that again.

But before we can talk through the implications of that, we pop back to Benden and Kindan and Lorana, who are covered in dragon snot and have to get cleaned up before they can take Arith out to get a drink. Where they run into Tullea, who is still being written as someone who is jealous and lazy and indolent.

“Well,” someone behind them drawled, “now that the two of you have deigned to join the rest of us, perhaps you’d care to look for these special rooms I’ve heard so much about.”
They turned to see Tullea leaning indolently against Minith’s foreleg. B’nik was beside her.
“Arith was sick,” Lorana explained, turning back to catch sight of the young queen as she splashed back to the shore.
“All the more reason to search, then,” Tullea responded. “Unless you two are more inclined to cavorting?” She cast a disdainful look at Kindan’s bare chest. “And get some clothes on.”
With that, Tullea turned away from them and headed back to her weyr, B’nik following, stony-faced.

At this point, the narrative is just giving us grief, and letting us yell at all the characters everywhere that they are still not entertaining the weird, not-usual suggestions for causes of Tullea’s problem, because all the usual ones seem to not be working. Tullea can’t necessarily answer the question “are you time-displaced?” because she doesn’t know, but it’s still the most logical explanation for her sudden behavioral shift.

The part that immediately follows here, though, is good writing, and I wanted to highlight it, if for no other reason than to point out that the new author has at least an inkling of an idea of the female gaze and can use it.

“Tullea giving out to you, was she?” Kiyary asked, smiling evilly. “I can see why, too–your bare chest is enough to make a dragon swoon.”
Kindan, who knew full well that most dragonriders were, of necessity, more muscled than he, took Kiyari’s mocking in the well-intentioned manner it was delivered. “it’s all that hard work with my guitar,” he said, grinning.
“And those drums up on the heights don’t hurt either,” Kiyari responded, giving him a more thorough appraisal than when she’d been teasing him. “Come to think of it, maybe Tullea has a point.”

This is good writing. It helps to establish Kindan’s frame (lean and strong, rather than overtly muscular) as well as establishing, generally, that dragonriders are buffer than most people from their work.

Well, dragonriding men, anyway. I would absolutely love to see a Weyrwoman described as buff and muscular from all the work she does feeding and caring for her dragons, because, at least while they’re Weyrlings, it seems like queen riders do exactly the same things for dragon care as everyone else. So there’s plenty of opportunity for them to get strong and muscular as well.

There’s a brief intrlude where Lorana’s riding gear arrives, with metal caos for the steel studs engraved with her animal healer design. Lorana is very, very happy about this, and we get something that’s got a certain amount of gender-subversions in it, even though I’m not sure on which end to put the most subversiveness.

“And I love the brightwork, Kindan. It’s very well done.”
“A friend of mine,” Kindan told her.
“Well, please thank her for me.”
Him,” Kindan corrected with a grin. “But I’ll pass the thanks on.”

I think what we’re supposed to pull out of this is that dudes generally don’t do fine detail work on precious metals. Except, you know, that Mastersmith Fandarel has pretty well been a fixture of being a giant man with the ability to do detail work from the beginning of the series? And I personally would have expected dudes to do that kind of work right from the get-go, so perhaps the gender-subversion is that Lorana defaults to assuming the person who did the fine-detail work is a woman instead of a man. Either way, there’s something going on there.

Still frustrated at not finding any sign of the secret rooms, Lorana and Kindan decide to put the isolation plan into action and group all the sick dragons together. They can’t decide on whether to put them up at the top and hope the cold helps or at the bottom so they can’t infect anyone underneath them, so they ask B’nik about what to do. And B’nik isn’t any help, because he wants to make sure they use the right quarantine protocol rather than one that might end up infecting the whole Weyr. This might go better, except that Tullea is there, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides that Lorana should have to go looking for the secret rooms herself and not to use any more Weyr resources. And she orders Kindan to play for the Weyr tonight with some sprightly, happy songs. During this, Tullea “pressed a hand to her head, as though to ease pain,” which goes uncommented on.

Instead, once everyone is dismissed and Lorana’s alone, Salina appears to help Lorana find the secret rooms. With only a little bit of description of the secret rooms and their absence, Salina immediately twigs that the secret rooms are hidden behind rockslides and cave-ins and immediately goes to get help, because she immediately knows where to go. M’tal, once she explains what she wants to do, says to wait and snag Kindan when he’s done singing, because he’s miner-bred, and therefore either the very best to handle the situation or the very best to get help if the situation goes south. The two hear Kindan singing as they go toward collecting him, first with a change of “The Morning Dragon Song” (boy, there’s a call-back) to make it a gold dragon, and then Kindan decides he wants to sing the song he barely remembered in the Harper Hall Archives, which absolutely pisses Tullea off, and both her and B’nik tell Kindan to cease immediately. Kindan looks ready to pursue the point, but manages to demonstrate some small amount of wisdom and goes back to more traditional songs.

Which leads to Lorana wondering why she had that song about her, and her fear that everyone will see her as the person that brought the disease and hate her forever. Salina has a brief flash of anger at Lorana if it’s true, but it immediately dissipates when she realizes that Lorana stands to lose her own dragon. Because Salina has had that experience, and knows full well that nobody would deliberately do that to their own dragon, and so she pledges to help Lorana solve the problem of the secret rooms and the disease.

Kindan is remarkably upset for having made those particular decisions. For a Harper, though, he’s remarkably at a loss for creative words.

“Of all the stupid, ill-considered, blockheaded, unthinking–”
“Don’t stop,” K’tan told Kindan as the herper poured out a litany of self-contempt. “You forgot fardling.”
“–fardling, moronic, imbecilic–” Kindan paused, groping for more words.
K’tan shook his head sadly. “A harper at a loss for words when they’re so desperately needed.”

Well, apparently fardling doesn’t exist, but the other ones do, and point out that a lot of the words that we use for talking about our lack of smarts are generally ablist in nature. Remarkably, there are no slip-ups where religious terms can sneak in. Also remarkably, nothing scatological makes it into the list, nor anything related to dragons, so it seems like there’s a distinct lack of swearing involved here, despite Kindan being more than upset enough with himself that a long string of swears would be utterly contextually appropriate. But we don’t learn anything more about informal language choices on Pern.

Instead, K’tan and M’tal recruit Kindan to go look at the rockslide space that’s near the Hatching Ground. One that K’tan never went near because it wans dangerous as a child. That is, again, near the Hatching Ground, a space that just about everyone would be near or around at a large part of their lives. While the ability to miss something in plain sight while you’re concentrating on something else is a well-documented effect, certainly, given that it’s a hazard and it’s around the Hatching Grounds, why wasn’t it marked on the map of the Weyr? Plus, Kindan’s been here a long time – surely he would remember the presence of the rockslide? Or any of the other riders tip them off to it, especially since it’s “back by the way we used to come and look at the eggs back when we were candidates”? I’m very glad that Salina is the one to crack the mystery, because hooray for agency for women! But also, it seems like such a prominent feature of the pathway wouldn’t be forgotten so easily. But I’m probably thinking too hard about this, or have unrealistic expectations about these characters.

They dissuade Kindan from trying to excavate the space himself, so instead, Kindan calls on Camp Natalon and brings back Dalor, Renna, and several of the miners from the camp to excavate the cave-in. Once they see the space, Dalor is pretty convinced that this is the right spot to mine. Plus, Camp Natalon immediately acquits themselves as the right people for the job.

“Look here,” Dalor said, pointing. “You can see where the rock faces are formed. They must have hoped the two layers would never slip over each other, or they must not have realized what they were dealing with.”
“Slip?” M’tal, who had been following along, asked.
“Aye, my lord,” Dalor said with a nod. “There are two different layers here, see?” He pointed to the spot where the different colors were close to each other. “You can tell by the color. The layers can slip over each other, which happens when there’s an earth shake.”

An excellent explanation. Not a couple paragraphs later, after trying to figure out how much rock might need to be excavated, Regellan suggests that it’s only a meter or two if the rocks slipped at the layers, so that the roof was the only thing that gave out. Dalor compliments Regellan as “quite the thinker” and then sets his work crews to get things out, telling Kindan and M’tal to get out because they lack miners’ hats. It takes them about a day to get through to the door, and Dalor accidentally refers to M’tal as the Weyrleader in Tullea’s presence, which doesn’t make her happy at all.

Tullea marches in to the corridor, glow in hand, and starts examining the newly-opened space. And the narrative gives us another reason not to like her.

“This looks like a door,” she exclaimed. She hunkered down, peering to either side of it. “What’s this?” she asked, seeing a square plate to the left of the door. She pressed it just as Dalor, who had been watching her actions with growing alarm, shouted “Don’t touch it!”
Too late.
With a rumbling groan, the wall began to slide open and light flooded in from the other side.
Dalor raced to Tullea and pulled her back away from the door. Even as he did, she slumped toward the floor so that B’nik had to catch her other side to prevent her from falling.

Tullea’s just passed out from the “bad air”, thankfully, but I think this is supposed to be the feather in the cap of the way she’s been portrayed as impulsive and selfish as well. She doesn’t know what dangers are there, she doesn’t have protection, and what she did could have endangered everybody there if it caused, say, a second rock slide.

This seems like a good place to stop, as we’re about halfway through the chapter, and there’s a lot to be described coming forward that will hint at what is to come. Because we have now discovered the solution that the First Interval left for the Second. Assuming they can figure it all out.

And there will be more Tullea-bashing yet to come, and I’ve basically had my fill of it to this point. More next week.

Deconstruction Roundup for August 9th, 2019

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