01.Mar.12, 02:53 PM
Lymsleia had managed to obtain them. Records. Her fingers scrolled down names. Had her mother gone south? A-r-s-h-t-a-t. She spelled her mother's name silently. Repeatedly as she scanned the list. She was only four when the plague had driven the riders south. Only four when her mother- with hair and skin color similar to her own- had stolen into her room and whispered that she was leaving.
The scene had been replayed many many times in her head. It hurt. Her mother's name should have been in the list. But with out her's father's she realized. It might be nigh impossible. She didn't know the man's name or the color of dragon he rode. She didn't know if he was still alive.
Settling herself outside her hut, the young woman leaned against the wall. Did she even have a father? She thought of Volfetti for a moment- the woman was raising little Benden, but at least she knew the father's name-assumably-. Her mother had six children, all of them male except for herself. She ran her finger down the list of names she'd made. She didn't know his age,or anything. Tapping her finger against the ground she watched the colors of the sky change.
Was he here watching the sunrise? She knew he was aware of her existance. Arshtat had mentioned it many times. But never a name, nevera face. Why? She found herself staring at D'ren's door. His home and took a few steps backwards. She'd not expected herself to wander so far from the Candidate Barracks, right to the door of the Weyr's male leader.
She looked around, was sweet dragon, about? Then she looked again at the sky, the Weyrwoman's dragon wouldn't be able but she was almost sure the Weyrleadership /had/ to be a couple right? She inhaled slowly and knocked on the door. Mayb he was around, but what if he was busy? What if she was disturbing him? The scene over the announcement made months ago played in her her head.. Her first interaction with him had been sharp tongued and angry. And then she'd just been a good Healer and he'd rewarded her with a ride on that amazing bronze creature.
Lymselia paced in circles ,back and forth ,forth and back. D'ren didn't know her father, could he? He certainly couldn't /be/ her father. That much she knew.
The scene had been replayed many many times in her head. It hurt. Her mother's name should have been in the list. But with out her's father's she realized. It might be nigh impossible. She didn't know the man's name or the color of dragon he rode. She didn't know if he was still alive.
Settling herself outside her hut, the young woman leaned against the wall. Did she even have a father? She thought of Volfetti for a moment- the woman was raising little Benden, but at least she knew the father's name-assumably-. Her mother had six children, all of them male except for herself. She ran her finger down the list of names she'd made. She didn't know his age,or anything. Tapping her finger against the ground she watched the colors of the sky change.
Was he here watching the sunrise? She knew he was aware of her existance. Arshtat had mentioned it many times. But never a name, nevera face. Why? She found herself staring at D'ren's door. His home and took a few steps backwards. She'd not expected herself to wander so far from the Candidate Barracks, right to the door of the Weyr's male leader.
She looked around, was sweet dragon, about? Then she looked again at the sky, the Weyrwoman's dragon wouldn't be able but she was almost sure the Weyrleadership /had/ to be a couple right? She inhaled slowly and knocked on the door. Mayb he was around, but what if he was busy? What if she was disturbing him? The scene over the announcement made months ago played in her her head.. Her first interaction with him had been sharp tongued and angry. And then she'd just been a good Healer and he'd rewarded her with a ride on that amazing bronze creature.
Lymselia paced in circles ,back and forth ,forth and back. D'ren didn't know her father, could he? He certainly couldn't /be/ her father. That much she knew.