29.Aug.21, 08:58 AM
Xanthia had finally done it, she had gathered enough marks to make her travel possible. What few clothes she had been tossed into a bag with some meagre supplies of water and food and in the dead of the night she had left home.
Sporting a black eye and split lip, curtsy of her mother's latest outburst, she was heading out of the Hold and making her way towards the Weyr. It was a good a place as any for a destination after all. Last she had heard, her brother, Rutos, was there. Maybe she'd be lucky enough to bump into him. Or maybe she'd bump into a dragonrider and she'd be able to convince them to take her to Weyr. All those situations seemed pretty unlikely but she had to hope for something.
Her ribs ached, in silent reminder that they were in fact bruised and disliked it immensely. Taking a sip of water from her water skin, she adjusted her bag and started her long journey. It would be long, and she was quite sure her feet would be a bloodied mess by the time she arrived.
Sporting a black eye and split lip, curtsy of her mother's latest outburst, she was heading out of the Hold and making her way towards the Weyr. It was a good a place as any for a destination after all. Last she had heard, her brother, Rutos, was there. Maybe she'd be lucky enough to bump into him. Or maybe she'd bump into a dragonrider and she'd be able to convince them to take her to Weyr. All those situations seemed pretty unlikely but she had to hope for something.
Her ribs ached, in silent reminder that they were in fact bruised and disliked it immensely. Taking a sip of water from her water skin, she adjusted her bag and started her long journey. It would be long, and she was quite sure her feet would be a bloodied mess by the time she arrived.