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| Subtle Mystery | Jul 3 2010, 05:07 AM Post #1 |
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There was no movement in the lower caverns, though that was understandable considering the candlemarks had long burnt past midnight, there was no sign of Rukbat over the horizon though, not yet and possibly not for a few more candlemarks. Why anyone would be awake at that time may have been a mystery to some, but the answer would have simpyl been food for more thought. She was bored. Yes, Sara probably should have been working on something, but the fact was, the solution was simple enough that her mind had long since gotten bored of the task and had opted for a walk. That, she decided was one of the worst things about being intelligent, it was easy for one to get bored and at other times her mind felt far too crowded with things. Reaching up one hand to push her hair out of her face, Sara made her way lightly into the kitchens; after all they wouldn't mind if she had just one cup of klah for the night. She wasn't overly fond of klah, but it did the job. It woke her up when she needed it to, and was warm, and there were probably other things she enjoyed about it but right at that moment, Sara dismissed them. Apparently, there was a clutch on the sands, which would explain the sudden influx of candidates and young people hoping to Impress. Most of them wouldn't, considering a dragon had some sort of mental connection to their partner that was a stand alone connection, perhaps it had something to do with the hormones the mind controlled? Or perhaps it was something simpler than that, or more complicated. Personally, Sara had never sought after being a dragonrider, not even to explore the bond - what a callous reason that would be - because she'd thought the job must be boring. Riders did the same thing, all the time. All they did was fight Thread and drill to fight Thread, and if her mother and other women were to believe, they enjoyed mating flights far too much. Not that it was her place to judge, not even if she was going to. Sara had always been a bit of a lone person, she'd never gotten along well with other children because they had been so... So silly. Playing around when they could have been studying, no wonder it took some people to be over eighteen turns when they got their Journeyman status. Were it not a rule for Journeymen to travel and see things, Sara probably would have already started studying for her mastery. The title she didn't care about, Master of a craft was just a title, but the knowledge, the learning... If there was one thing Sara hated, it was being bored. If she got bored, there was just too much information swirling around in her mind and it got too crowded. Wrapping her hands around the warm mug, Sara smiled as she breathed in the scent of the klah. She, personally, didn't sweeten it, but others did because the sweet taste excited their taste buds. For perhaps the first time in a very, very long time, Sara wouldn't mind someone to talk to. If just to take her mind of things. |
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| Dragonwing | Jul 3 2010, 05:24 AM Post #2 |
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It was always around this time that was the worse. When things seemed dim and every problem was a looming catastrophe waiting to strike. When solutions seem bleak and hope was just a distant dream. Too late to be night but too early to be morning. When it really isn’t yesterday but it’s not quite enough to be tomorrow either and today was just stuck in limbo between the two and unable to make up it’s mind if it wanted to be one or the other. Not a time at which most riders would be up and awake unless they had night watch, but in a place like Galvalin, that was mostly left to the whers and the their handlers now. Another difference that set them apart from other Weyrs one supposes. The wherhandlers and their partners actually have a larger role to play. Making sure their tunnels stay stable and keeping watch at night. Besides, most riders were too tired to stay up to this odd and ends hour with all the duties of a new Weyr on their shoulders. So it was rather surprising when the figure that came tumbling into the kitchens had the knots of one. Shadows beneath their eyes, an all together tired and frail look about them, the rider stumbled along. So exhausted that they were, they completely missed the Chemist as they fetched a cup of klah, just plain klah as they dropped into a chair almost haphazardly. Rubbing their eye with the palm of their free hand before taking a sip of their drink, that was when they finally realized that they weren’t quite alone in the kitchens. A weary look within brown eyes and those scarred features, but the rider greeted Sara with a nod of their head nonetheless, an almost friendly gesture as they jerked their heads towards the chair across the table from them in an invitation. The color of their knots indicated a dark blue as well as the Weyr’s colors. A Bluerider then, well, not that that was really that important of a fact. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Jul 6 2010, 06:46 AM Post #3 |
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The enterance of another person shouldn't have bothered her at all, by this stage in her life. Yet, the moment Sara heard the footsteps of another person, her shoulders stiffened and she quickly asserted her mask onto her face. It was an expression that showed nothing but a cool disinterest to the world around her, for Sara it had long become a protection method. People didn't attempt to get close to you if you were cold and distant, it didn't matter to them what might be under the surface of a persons mask, humans were superficial and didn't care. The first flash of emotion was in the slight widening of her eyes when the rider indicated that she could sit across from her, and for a short moment, the young woman hesitated. The woman was evidently that, though if a person was less inclined to observation than she was, it might have been possible to mix the womans gender up, she was also a rider, the knots on her shoulder told her that. Riders drilled and flew during the day, due to a dragons inability to see well in the dark. That after all, had been why Watch Whers had been brought to Galvalin, to ensure the safety of the Weyr even during the night. Drills would be hard too, so why was this woman awake at this hour of the night? what would encourage her to include a stranger in that insomnia, what did she want? Despite her earlier longing to talk to someone, turns and turns of social awkwardness stopped her from actually saying anything and after a moment of staring unashamedly at the blue rider, she glanced back at her klah. "Who are you?" |
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| Dragonwing | Jul 6 2010, 12:19 PM Post #4 |
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In the silence in which the Bluerider found themselves being stared at, the timer didn’t seem at all bothered by the supposedly rude gesture. In fact, tired eyes watched them in turn from over their cup, the soft lighting across their features making their pale scars stand out more so than usual and making them seem more worn out. In the silence, they studied her as she stared. That sort of disinterested expression, but was that really how the stranger felt? Who knows? When Sara looked back down at her own klah, the rider lowered their cup onto the table, voice soft but clear. A clearly feminine voice, though she had a feeling this particular person already knew her gender, unlike some others. “Lihana,” she spoke in an almost weary tone, “of Blue Jevenoth. What of you?” Lihana continued to watch this stranger even after she had looked away. It wasn’t the same outright staring though as it is a studying gaze that flickered across their features, down and then up again in a matter of moments. It was a cautious thing, one could tell. It was, after all, easiest to read another person’s intentions through their body language. Still, reading nothing threatening about this woman, just a sort of slight tension that didn't completely match their disinterested expression. Perhaps this stranger was merely nervous about this situation. She would be after all, but she was always nervous with others. Then again, it wasn’t often that dragonriders stayed up in such late hours. There were exceptions, she knew, there always were. Not many though, and not those that you would easily run into in the kitchens all the time. And most of them escaped into the darkness of solitude, so they would hardly invite a stranger to sit with them. Understanding that, she grunted slightly, looking at the wall opposite of her over Sara’s shoulder. Her gaze fixed at a point to still be able to pick up any threatening signs from the young woman. “Hard night,” she grunted, still in that soft volume, but she supposed it would explain the situation, and perhaps maybe ease the woman’s tension slightly… Of course, it could be something else bothering her, but in that case, it wasn’t anything Lihana could do to fix. Within her mind, she could feel Jevenoth stirring, and in the darkness of his roost, lit only by the star and moonlight streaming through the entrance, he picked up on her current state of affairs. His mind mingled with hers for a moment, a feeling of interest prickling at the back of her head. Still, from here, he couldn’t tell… Not yet. Talk to her, he urged his bonded. Lihana sighed inwardly, her eyes narrowing slightly physically before she fixed her gaze solely on Sara once more, “What of you? Why are you up so late into this moment?” Not quite day, no quite night after all, this time of the… whatever it was. Besides, that there was a good place to start as any, as far as Lihana could tell with her verily limited experience. |
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| Subtle Mystery | Jul 6 2010, 01:28 PM Post #5 |
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"Hm." Was the only response to her name being introduced, though Sara inwardly filed away the name and face in her storage of people in case she ever had to seek out this blue rider again. Not that it was likely, Sara was a chemist, she was a rider, they were completely different people. That... and Sara didn't ask for help. "Sara, journeywoman chemist." There was no pride in her voice of her rank, no indication that she was different from any other woman in the weyr, but Sara was like that. She didn't see her achievements as that, simply another step in monotony. She'd hoped, that the weyr would be more interesting, but instead it had proved no different to hold or hall. The routine was different, but it was still a steady routine. A hard night? Night mares perhaps? There were scars on her face, but they were soft and nearly healed, but Sara had read enough to know that some wounds did not heal like flesh did, though if this woman had problems she should seek out a mind-healer and deal with them. Nightmares were simply a representation of hidden fears or memories, Sara had suffered from them when she'd been younger and hadn't had anything to occupy her mind with before sleeping. That was why having a craft was so wonderful it made her mind work, and while her mind wasn't tired by the end of the day, it was no longer suffocating her. Why was she up? Well it was sort of a complicated answer wasn't it? She was awake because her mind was racing at the same time as being empty, it was crowded, but empty, and the silence of her mind pressed against the back of her eyes and kept her awake. It was a problem, her parents had been warned, that came with children like Sara. "My mind... Needs to be occupied." How did one explain that without knowledge and reading and a desire to know everything around them, that without mental exhaustion, sleep would not come. She could ponder anything she wanted for hours but if the result was too easy to reach and she was simply attempting to chase herself in circles, she wouldn't be tired. "Other wise... It gets crowded, and ... I get bored." To most people, that was a tame statement, but to Sara, to be bored and laking in stimulation was the worst fate, to be idle.. |
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| Dragonwing | Jul 6 2010, 01:44 PM Post #6 |
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A chemist then. One of those who helped to expand this Weyr no doubt. Lihana nodded at that, but otherwise didn't really seem to respond. The Bluerider seemed to take it all in strides, that tired expression watching Sara. It was the sort of expression that indicated a mild curiosity that wasn't quite her own. That same sort of look that one had when trying to find something out for somebody else. She did however, nod once more at Sara's answer to her question. Perhaps somebody else might have had some difficulty understanding it, but Lihana knew what the journeywoman was talking about. She suffered from it some times, and she knew of a person who always suffered from it. Aelae was her fellow Bluerider and a fellow timer as well. They ran in the same circles in more than one way, so knowing Aelae, she knew what it meant to the other rider, and by extent this woman here, to be bored. It was something akin to a knife against their throat to them. Whispering a sort of torment while never ending their fate. So Lihana sat back in her chair, fixing her eyes onto Sara's. She ran her fingers across the rim of her cup as she spoke slowly and in a deliberate manner. "So then... I suppose you wouldn't mind if I told you I need help with a certain problem then?" Her mind rolled, and she really did have a problem, but in this deep dark night and her weariness heavy on her shoulders, she didn't bother with too much tact at all as she plowed on. "You see... my dragon seems to share some sort of opinion that you might have what it takes to be a candidate... so, would you care to meet him and help him confirm if that's true or not?" |
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| Subtle Mystery | Jul 8 2010, 05:12 AM Post #7 |
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"I wouldn't know." How would she know if she had what it took to be a rider? She'd never thought about it before, after all, Sara wasn't one to look at something impossible in her life and say 'I want that'. She was, after all happy where she was. Would she like to be a candidate? Possibly, if she could continue her work as a chemist, if not then she'd have to say no. Chemistry was the one small joy in her life, and it was the one thing her parents had given her, the ability to do her job to the best of her ability. She wasn't going to give that up any time soon. Still... To be a candidate. To be able to study the other candidates mental and physical abilities and note which Impressed and which did not, being able to perhaps draw a clear conclusion in her mind what it was the dragons looked for. "If it would be of assistance, I'll meet him." She didn't say she'd be happy to, or that it would be a pleasure, she never said such things about people or creatures. Lihana was looking at a young woman who had no concept of people skills, or of friendship. All her life had been spent locked away in the pursuit of knowledge, and now... Well now she had no idea what else she could do with her life. Sara had no knowledge of friends, or what it entailed. Inwardly, she was afraid to meet the blue, afraid that he wouldn't see what he wanted in her. That was why Sara liked books, and chemicals, they were safe. They couldn't hurt you. "However, I wouldn't be surprised if he was mistaken." Still her face showed no emotion as she stood to put the half-drunk klah away, keeping her head high, attempting not to show any sort of nervousness. Even if he said she could, she wouldn't give up her craft, Sara would not allow them to take everything she had worked for away. "What ever he says. I refuse to give up my craft. If it comes to a choice, I am apologetic, but I will choose the craft." |
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| Dragonwing | Jul 10 2010, 02:09 AM Post #8 |
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Lihana nodded, almost awkwardly, if one could nod awkwardly, and glanced at the entrance of the kitchens. When she spoke, it was in a soft drawl, as if she was distracted by something, probably her dragon. "It would be..." she muttered, "a help. He's not sure..." The Bluerider looked back at Sara then, watching the journeywoman almost carefully. Almost as if the rider was... surveying the other woman. Taking in details, filing them away and organizing things into her mind that might perhaps be useful in future situations. Perhaps it would be, or perhaps the Bluerider might not even remember all that information when the morning comes again. It hardly mattered though. Then, she shrugged. "I..." she stared, "Wouldn't know what the dragons are looking for, but I don't think there's any way of telling." Looking at a point beyond Sara's shoulder again, the Bluerider seemed to pick out her words almost carefully, "I don't think any dragon really knows what they're looking for till they find it. Because every candidate is different, and so is every dragon. Every impression is new and with different personalities on both sides, perhaps we will never know." The timer looked back at Sara once more, a sort of amusement in her eyes then. She placed cup squarely down on the table then, lacing her fingers together on the cool surface and watching her. The silence lasted for a moment, then two. Three passed before the Bluerider spoke in an even softer tone. "I don't think there's any point in giving up your craft. Most riders do practice many other things outside of their drills. One of our Brownriders studies the art of music in her spare time. It's all a matter of if you want to or not really, after all, your own time is your own." Lihana fell silent then, turning her head slightly, "Just... meet Jevenoth. You might like him, for all I know." |
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| Subtle Mystery | Jul 18 2010, 07:05 AM Post #9 |
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A small shrug met the rider's continued statements, Sara wasn't really interested in what the dragons thought or wanted of life, after all, she may want to know what they looked for in a rider but that was just a question for her to ponder in order to keep her mind busy. It wasn't actually because she thought she'd get an answer, or even because she wanted an answer. It was as simple as that. "Then I'll meet him." Though it didn't show anywhere in her expression that she was glad she wouldn't be told to give up her craft, the relief the chemist felt was clear in her eyes as she then ducked her head to avoid eye contact. Being a chemist was the only thing Sara had to be proud of and she didn't want to give that up for anything in the world. Not even a dragon. "I'll meet him." There wasn't really anything else she could do, after saying she would anyway, so even the repetition of her acceptance wasn't a notable thing for Sara. She might not want to meet this dragon, she might not look forward to it, but she'd said she would and while she didn't know a lot about people and relationships, she knew that to go back on what one said was rude. Not that being rude was a massive curse anyway, there were worse things in the world to be. She didn't ask any more questions, merely stood silently, waiting for the rider to lead the way to wherever she'd left her dragon waiting. What would she say if this creature wanted her as a candidate? All her thoughts were riding on that he would say no; while Sara was intelligent, she was still human and there was nothing that would change that. |
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| Dragonwing | Jul 18 2010, 08:27 AM Post #10 |
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Lihana nodded at the journeywoman's response, pushing her cup onto the table and closing her eyes. She took a deep breath, as if steadying herself, and glancing up to the ceiling of the dining hall, stood up. Knowing that Sara would follow, she sulked through the tunnels. Sulking was, perhaps, not the most accurate way to describe the way the Bluerider moved. It was a weary sort of thing, as if watchful of whatever might be around the next corner and ready to react at the slightest sign of something wrong. Her strides were quick, though not fast enough to leave Sara behind, after all, that would have been just horrid of her. Still, it seemed only a matter of time until they were at one of the entrances of the weyrbowl and stepping out into what passed off as one in this Weyr. The rider stopped then, taking another deep breath and looking over the area. Not far away, with his large head tilted upwards to watch the night skies above through another one of the entrances, was a Blue that could hardly be overlooked at the moment. Perhaps if he had been outside, then it would have been a warm day between before one found them, but inside with the dim lighting of the glows and the blue grays of the rocks beneath them... It was hard to miss a piece of the starry night sky sitting upon the area, swirling blue eyes a symbol of calm as the head slowly turned over to the pair. Jevenoth nodded his head in a greeting before lowering it to Sara's eye level, a low rumbling noise within his chest. Lihana stepped slightly to the side as she allowed for her dragon to work, wondering why it was, once again, that Jevenoth had picked her. He was a good dragon, and he seemed to always know who was possibly a candidate or not, but due to Lihana's own nature, being a searchdragon was impossible... But she supposed, to the Blue, for some reason or another, she was worth that. Jevenoth then moved his head back to Lihana, nuzzling her stomach before going back to watching the night skies. The rider chuckled slightly, watching her dragon, "He's quite the sight isn't he? I've never met another like him. I've seen a Brown that looks like a Bronze and everything in between that and an actual Brown, but Jevenoth here is the only one I've seen reflecting the night skies. I've always wondered just what is it that lies in those dark depths though..." Then as if she had said too much, the Bluerider clamped up again, watching Sara almost wearily. She sighed then, lifting her hand up and rubbing her head in that tired manner. This silence dragged on for a moment before the Bluerider spoke in a slow and deliberate tone. "Before I say anything else," she started, "I must remind you that the final choice is yours." She paused then, shaking her head, "You must remember, as a candidate, your time would be verily limited, and as a weyrling, it's hardly any better. This would continue until the point in which you become a full rider and your partner has fully grown... keeping all this in mind as well as your love for your craft... Do you really wish to be a candidate?" |
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| Subtle Mystery | Jul 18 2010, 09:17 AM Post #11 |
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If anything, Sara hadn't been expecting the blue to look quite like... That. She'd seen dragons before, and while they held the general appearance of rock crawlers, they'd had the wings of bats, and most had rather plain, almost dull hide colours. They were all the same, usually. Or with minor differences that to the unobservant made them all completely different, but to someone with far too much time on their hands, all the same. This blue, whatever his name was, looked like someone had taken the skies and spread them across him. It was, for lack of a more appropriate word, stunning. "I've always wondered too." The quiet admittance took a lot of courage from Sara, who stood completely still as Jevenoth sniffed at her. For someone who'd spent her entire life in the pursuit of knowledge, it was hard to admit to another that there was something she so desperately wanted to learn about and yet had no source of doing so. Still, there might have been a way to do it, had Sara any inclination to push the desire to know more further. Maybe. Pern didn't have a whole lot of choices of craft, but that was simply the way life was, she'd faced problems when picking a craft. Most would have chosen the healer craft for her, but Sara had learnt early on that the healer craft required nothing more than remembering things, and she could do that without thinking about it too much. At least... At least chemistry was ever changing, ever evolving with the new compounds. The question caught her mildly off guard, and for a moment, the woman merely stared at the rider. What did she want? Did she want to be a rider? But then, when others had struggled to find time for tasks, she'd been fine, so... "I think if I am acceptable as a candidate, then it would be rude, and rather unintelligent of me to refuse. It is merely another challenge." |
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| Dragonwing | Jul 18 2010, 11:56 AM Post #12 |
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Lihana was more at ease now, it seemed. Still weary, for she wouldn't be Lihana otherwise, but the Bluerider didn't seem as though she thought that Sara would be pulling a knife on her anytime soon right now. There was a nod, however, as Sara admitted to wanting to know just what was up in the skies as much as she wanted to. Then a shrug. Then the silence that she let build up passed and as Sara responded to her question, she let out a slight laugh. Not at all bitter, but not all quite amusement either. "Not quite a challenge as it is a commitment. To have a partner in your mind that's just a part of you are them... Isn't that right?" the Bluerider muttered, holding out her hand. Jevenoth once again moved his head, lowering his snout into her fingertips and rumbling as if in agreement. Then a swirling blue eye was fixed upon Sara, and the Blue shifted ever so slightly, his tail slipping into the darkness and turning into a dull black blue. The rest of him however, still in the moon and star light and the dim glows, sparkled with the stars above in the night sky. It explained why not many others have seen this strange occurrence in his hide as it surely would have made him stick out like a pink wherry otherwise. Lihana chuckled slightly, spreading her fingertips over his snout. It was as if by admitting that she herself had an interest into the stars, Sara had been allowed to a different side of the Bluerider now. "Sometimes, I have no idea why Jevenoth picked me, he's a sharp one when it comes to finding others suitable for the sands... and just look at him. He's the closest I've ever been to the dark skies, seeing as how the Weyr doesn't like it when we go flying at night. Dragons can't see well in the night after all..." She fixed an eye on Sara then, her slow words picked out carefully, "We're not officially searchrider and dragon, but Jevenoth tells me you're more than suitable to be a candidate. I'll bring this up to Felin and he to Supparith. If you want to stand on the sands, you will. But I assure you, the challenge is that of a lifetime's. To work with another mind so closely as a rider and dragon does." She scratched Jevenoth's eyeridge then and the dragon turned back to watching the stars. She followed his gaze and spoke in a wistful tone, "You know... I've seen a few people use a glass to help enhance their vision or to help read small writing, but somehow, I doubt that much would help us look into the skies." Jevenoth huffed then, arching his neck to grab the back of Lihana's collar and lifting her up into the air. "Hey! Hey! Let me down you brute! Let me down!" Rather than listening to her however, the dragon seemed almost amused, that rumble emitting from his chest as his eyes now swirling a green hue. He titled his head to look down at Sara as if saying, 'look what I'm doing', causing a Lihana to yelp at the movement. "Jevenoth! You big brute, let me down right now shard it!" |
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| Subtle Mystery | Aug 9 2010, 08:10 AM Post #13 |
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Had Sara been anyone else, she might have laughed when the sparkling blue rather casually picked up his rider, encouraging said rider to flail and curse at the dragon. But she wasn't anyone else, and the antics were met with more mild-surprise and confusion than anything else. Why would the blue just suddenly decide to lift his rider from the ground? The rumble from the blue only made her dark eyes travel from the woman to Jevanoth's eyes, and then gave him a very cool, calculating look as she attempted to work out the motivation behind his movements. "Of course, glass can be made in such a manner as to seem to enlarge an image." Of course there were some that needed that help, but as far as Sara knew, there was no manner of glass that would be powerful enough to enlarge the sky, not large enough that the stars would be accessible and easily studied. Perhaps if there were more than one layer of glass? Or if the glass varied in thickness? It might be possible to improve the power, but Sara didn't really put much faith in it happening any time, or anyone else figuring it out. Slight indignation entered her expression as the rider mentioned speaking to the gold riders and the implyment that she would not be able to commit herself to the challenge, "I am perfectly capable of taking any challenge the Weyr might throw at myself... Or my dragon should one choose me from the group." In fact, Sara secretly thought she might enjoy it, the life she had now, and had always had, was lonely. Impossibly so, she couldn't talk to people and didn't understand their social restrictions very well, and so, stuck to her own company and remained studious. "One never knows what challenges await a step forward." |
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| Dragonwing | Aug 9 2010, 01:34 PM Post #14 |
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From where she was suspended In the air, Lihana grunted, noting how futile it was to attempt to escape from her bonded's grasp. So instead, she shifted her weight the best she could midair and crossed her arms, shrugging the best she could as she spoke. "One can ever truly tell with life what even might occur much less the challenges that one might face," Lihana said flatly. She sighed then, shaking her head, watching Sara almost warily. "They have managed to do it, in my time that is. The problem is, I could never figure out just how it was that it was done. The lack of time being one thing and the fact that I never got my hands on one of those tools is another." The Bluerider looked rather odd, she knew that, speaking in that almost clam though tired tone while being held up by the back of her shirt by her piece of night sky known as her dragon. "If you ever do figure it out, do share," she finished. Jevenoth seemed to agree, a low rumble emitting from his chest as he moved his head down to finally allow his rider's feet to touch the ground. He didn't lift his head however, as he nuzzled into her side, forcing her arm ontop of his snout. He watched Sara in that amused manner, tilting his head ever so slightly as if to say 'isn't my rider just fun?' |
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