karrishan

"Karrishan?" I inquire, fingering my Archivist's knot with the hand not occupied flipping through the pages. "Ah, yes. Here is the description from one of my peers." Clearing my throat, I begin to read. "Dark, heavy eyebrows increase hazel eyes' glower, blending with the thick strands of his black curls. Wheat-hued skin sports cinnamon-specks over the colossal beak of nose and the easy arch of cheekbones, diffusing over flat cheeks and blending over clean-shaven upper lip. Broad shoulders hunch a little, habitually, perhaps in recognition of his impressive inches. 6'6 is plenty tall enough for him to have problems with doorways or ceilings or other things normal-sized folk take for granted. Hands are long and deft, the nails broken down and left jagged, and his hands are equally grimy, suggesting abidexterity."

"You'd like to meet him?" I ask patiently, and sigh inwardly as the visitor nods. "All right. Follow me."
I drag the visitor through this dismal little Hold's bowels, alert for any signs of Karrishan. As I walk, I volunteer more information. "Karrishan's ma and da are both from here--you may know them. Their names are Jashan and Ketekuarry. He has three siblings, Jysiary, Ketkaran, and Jasha. Karrishan is NoWher Hold's resident Smith. He's not too fond of people, but he loves his work. He also keeps the gardens out back. Lord Nmorwein doesn't care too much for them, but Lady Morkydise adores his handiwork. Ah, look, here he is."

Karrishan is doing a fiddly bit of wiring, but he looks up, politely. his shy smile incongruous on the same face as his sullen eyes. "Clear skies," he greets. "Do you need any work done, ma'am? Or you?" He gestures to the guest. When we both decline, he shrugs. "Oh, well. M'lady will have more for me to do in a jiffy. It's a pity there's no-one here other than her who needs decorative work--that was my strong suit when I was studying at Smith." He winces when he sees the concern on our faces. "Oh, don't worry about me. At least I can make myself useful with those ornamental gardens. Here," and he presents a delicate spray of baby's breath to the guest, "and one for you, Rohany." With a smile, I tuck it under my headband. "I pruned today, and there's a surfeit of blossoms."
I lead the guest away, murmuring, "He won't tell you if you're bothering him. Let the poor man get some work done."

"Karrishan," I mention as we head back to the Records Room--/My/ record room--"is rather enamored of the Weyr---Talor Cliff Weyr, that would be. He Impressed two firelizards over there--green Korydia, and bronze Tacticus.