18.Feb.20, 03:45 PM
Aederyn huffed and dug her heels into the ground, pausing and unbuckling her water skin from where it was nestled tightly against her thigh. Swish and spit, then swish and swallow. The routine was familiar to her. She was glad to be bringing a message pouch up to the Weyr again. It had been about a month since the Hatching and she wanted to check on R’dal and his friend who had gotten hurt. She breathed deeply and evenly, allowing her heart rate to slow and settle. She shook her muscles out and set off again at a brisk walk, allowing herself to calm, though she couldn’t quite settle the buzz of excitement at the idea of being close to the Weyr again. Close to dragons again…
As per usual when she thought of the massive creatures, (which was more and more lately), Rudi dived down from his position flying high above her head, chittering and scolding. She snickered and snatched at his tail, letting the graceful brown slip easily through her fingers to swoop upwards once more. He was playfully jealous, how dare she dream of Impressing anything other than him?! No…she didn’t dream of that, did she? A small smile played at her lips. She was a runner. She ran messages. Could she still run messages with a dragon? Or rather, FLY messages? At least the Weyr seemed to appreciate females who knew how to work and were good at their jobs…what job could she possibly have at a Weyr…she shook her head. She was in a spot, indeed. Her father wouldn’t permit her to move farther up in her current craft, though she did love running…running was what she was born for. She had no other talent developed enough for use outside of that, either…what could she possibly do? And what could she do that a Weyr might find useful? She sighed. Running would have to do for now. It’s what she loved, what she was good at, and what she was bred, born, and built for.
Rudi’s chirps changed, from silly and easy to a light warning tone. There was someone close by up ahead. He apparently didn’t think it was anything to be concerned about, or else he’d have returned to her with his eyes whirling to say so. No, this wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t long before the person came into view…a young woman close to her own age, maybe older. She squinted, then gasped and bit her lip when she recognized her. She was at the Hatching! She was a Candidate! Aederyn didn’t know her name, but she recognized the face and build as one of the girls from the Sands that day. The woman was waving a stick around, and seemed very focused and lost in thought.
They were, for the moment, going to be walking in the same direction…What would be more awkward, walking with someone for a time and attempting to talk? Or walking in silence? Aederyn gulped. Neither prospect seemed stellar. Well, if it was too miserable she could always run ahead…She adjusted her message pouch against the small of her back and stretched her stride to approach.
“On your left.”
As per usual when she thought of the massive creatures, (which was more and more lately), Rudi dived down from his position flying high above her head, chittering and scolding. She snickered and snatched at his tail, letting the graceful brown slip easily through her fingers to swoop upwards once more. He was playfully jealous, how dare she dream of Impressing anything other than him?! No…she didn’t dream of that, did she? A small smile played at her lips. She was a runner. She ran messages. Could she still run messages with a dragon? Or rather, FLY messages? At least the Weyr seemed to appreciate females who knew how to work and were good at their jobs…what job could she possibly have at a Weyr…she shook her head. She was in a spot, indeed. Her father wouldn’t permit her to move farther up in her current craft, though she did love running…running was what she was born for. She had no other talent developed enough for use outside of that, either…what could she possibly do? And what could she do that a Weyr might find useful? She sighed. Running would have to do for now. It’s what she loved, what she was good at, and what she was bred, born, and built for.
Rudi’s chirps changed, from silly and easy to a light warning tone. There was someone close by up ahead. He apparently didn’t think it was anything to be concerned about, or else he’d have returned to her with his eyes whirling to say so. No, this wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t long before the person came into view…a young woman close to her own age, maybe older. She squinted, then gasped and bit her lip when she recognized her. She was at the Hatching! She was a Candidate! Aederyn didn’t know her name, but she recognized the face and build as one of the girls from the Sands that day. The woman was waving a stick around, and seemed very focused and lost in thought.
They were, for the moment, going to be walking in the same direction…What would be more awkward, walking with someone for a time and attempting to talk? Or walking in silence? Aederyn gulped. Neither prospect seemed stellar. Well, if it was too miserable she could always run ahead…She adjusted her message pouch against the small of her back and stretched her stride to approach.
“On your left.”