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23.Dec.20, 05:46 PM
Vondal re-read the reply he'd received from the Weavercraft Hall for the hundredth time. "Helyna was searched by dragnriders from Fort." He still wasn't sure who this woman was exactly, but just thinking about her name filled him with a sense of concern. Was she okay? Was she happy? Did she remember him? He didn't know why those were the first thoughts he had, but hopefully it meant something. He kept trying to envision the woman but his mind remained distressingly blank.
He had to find her. Hopefully she would know something... and hopefully she would be okay. Maybe seeing this Helyna would be worth the journey. It had been quite the long one, he'd gotten off the ship at Fort Sea Hold and gotten right onto an old nag. He was crusty and salty from the sea, covered in hair and smelling a bit like horse from the ride, and on top of that he was nervous and exhausted in equal measure by the time he arrived at the Weyr.
It was much busier and larger than he anticipated and he took a moment to gawk after leaving the horse in the stables. He'd never seen so many dragons before, and never close enough that he could get a sense of scale on the beasts. He managed to catch a drudge wandering by on an errand and asked if they knew Helyna. They gave him a short response, she was a goldrider.
The response left him dumbfounded, and by the time he could think of a followup question, the man had gone. Vondal cursed and found another person to question, someone not attached to a fearsome dragon. "Where can I find the goldrider? I need to speak with her?"
"Which one? We've got three, Weyrwoman Rhaedalyn, Goldrider Cazan, or Gold--"
"The other one, please. I'm in a rush," he answered impatiently. If it wasn't the first two then Helyna had to be the last option. He was given quick directions and hastily thanked the man before rushing off. When he arrived at the door, Vondal froze, wondering what he would say, what he would ask. What if he saw her face and suddenly remembered more? He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
The face that greeted him did not trigger any new memories as the tiny blond haired woman peered at him curiously and asked if she could help him. He stammered a moment. "Ah... Helyna?" That didn't feel right, he didn't think this was Helyna, but he wasn't sure either way. Even if she wasn't, maybe she could help him find her.
He had to find her. Hopefully she would know something... and hopefully she would be okay. Maybe seeing this Helyna would be worth the journey. It had been quite the long one, he'd gotten off the ship at Fort Sea Hold and gotten right onto an old nag. He was crusty and salty from the sea, covered in hair and smelling a bit like horse from the ride, and on top of that he was nervous and exhausted in equal measure by the time he arrived at the Weyr.
It was much busier and larger than he anticipated and he took a moment to gawk after leaving the horse in the stables. He'd never seen so many dragons before, and never close enough that he could get a sense of scale on the beasts. He managed to catch a drudge wandering by on an errand and asked if they knew Helyna. They gave him a short response, she was a goldrider.
The response left him dumbfounded, and by the time he could think of a followup question, the man had gone. Vondal cursed and found another person to question, someone not attached to a fearsome dragon. "Where can I find the goldrider? I need to speak with her?"
"Which one? We've got three, Weyrwoman Rhaedalyn, Goldrider Cazan, or Gold--"
"The other one, please. I'm in a rush," he answered impatiently. If it wasn't the first two then Helyna had to be the last option. He was given quick directions and hastily thanked the man before rushing off. When he arrived at the door, Vondal froze, wondering what he would say, what he would ask. What if he saw her face and suddenly remembered more? He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
The face that greeted him did not trigger any new memories as the tiny blond haired woman peered at him curiously and asked if she could help him. He stammered a moment. "Ah... Helyna?" That didn't feel right, he didn't think this was Helyna, but he wasn't sure either way. Even if she wasn't, maybe she could help him find her.
