24.Oct.19, 02:21 AM
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Aederyn slowed her pace as she neared the crest of the little hill, allowing the spongy moss-covered trace to cushion her strides and absorb the impact of her feet. Her muscles ached dully, an indicator of the long hours she’d been running. Dawn was coming; the sky was showing slightly greener along the eastern horizon and the shadows played tricks on her eyes. Station 284 would be reached before sunrise, though. Her legs ached with her exertion, but not enough to rightly be called fatigue. She would make it in plenty of time and still in good health. She allowed herself to slow to a walking pace and finally stop as the crest leveled out, shaking out her tired joints and taking in the subtly brightening path ahead. A change in the pre-dawn sky caught her attention, and she watched them as they glided down to where she imagined the Weyr rested in the mountain range on the horizon, a smile playing across her thin lips. Dragons! Too far away to see their colors, but judging by their size she guessed they were either still fairly young or just blues and greens. Above her, Rudi chirruped in question before diving down to herd her forward. Aederyn playfully swatted at his brown tail as she pulled her waterskin from where it was strapped against her thigh, swishing and spitting her first small mouthful and swallowing the next. Another few small sips and she put it back, the crisp morning air sending a slight chill down her back. She’d been too idle for too long and the sweat was cooling on her skin. No matter, she would warm up again soon. She patted the message pouch where it rested at the small of her back before lifting her knees into the lope every runner prided themselves on. She could carry this mile-eating pace for days, she sometimes felt. Another hour would do for now, though.
She hadn’t been to station 284 yet…She’d been to a few others of the surrounding stations on the eastern side of the mountains and even been to the famous 300 at Fort Hold, with baths that had a constant flow of hot water and in-ground tubs so deep even the tallest runner could stand on the bottom and still have water above their head. Somehow, though, the little station of 284 had eluded her, and she was glad to mark another off of her list. She hoped to visit every runner station on Pern, so any new one she visited was, at the very least, progress toward that goal. After 284 she would hopefully pick up a run to Tillek and then back up toward Ruatha before returning home to 298. She’d covered most of the southern half of the continent, staying primarily along the coast, venturing from Southern Boll all the way to the tip of Nerat’s peninsula, but never farther north then Lemos. Her father hadn’t permitted that. Apparently the female form was too delicate for the harsher cold, which was complete herdbeast dung. But she’d do as he said if she wanted to keep running. The sky brightened and she quickened her pace, the trace widening ahead of her as it turned to run parallel to the road.
Aederyn slowed her pace as she neared the crest of the little hill, allowing the spongy moss-covered trace to cushion her strides and absorb the impact of her feet. Her muscles ached dully, an indicator of the long hours she’d been running. Dawn was coming; the sky was showing slightly greener along the eastern horizon and the shadows played tricks on her eyes. Station 284 would be reached before sunrise, though. Her legs ached with her exertion, but not enough to rightly be called fatigue. She would make it in plenty of time and still in good health. She allowed herself to slow to a walking pace and finally stop as the crest leveled out, shaking out her tired joints and taking in the subtly brightening path ahead. A change in the pre-dawn sky caught her attention, and she watched them as they glided down to where she imagined the Weyr rested in the mountain range on the horizon, a smile playing across her thin lips. Dragons! Too far away to see their colors, but judging by their size she guessed they were either still fairly young or just blues and greens. Above her, Rudi chirruped in question before diving down to herd her forward. Aederyn playfully swatted at his brown tail as she pulled her waterskin from where it was strapped against her thigh, swishing and spitting her first small mouthful and swallowing the next. Another few small sips and she put it back, the crisp morning air sending a slight chill down her back. She’d been too idle for too long and the sweat was cooling on her skin. No matter, she would warm up again soon. She patted the message pouch where it rested at the small of her back before lifting her knees into the lope every runner prided themselves on. She could carry this mile-eating pace for days, she sometimes felt. Another hour would do for now, though.
She hadn’t been to station 284 yet…She’d been to a few others of the surrounding stations on the eastern side of the mountains and even been to the famous 300 at Fort Hold, with baths that had a constant flow of hot water and in-ground tubs so deep even the tallest runner could stand on the bottom and still have water above their head. Somehow, though, the little station of 284 had eluded her, and she was glad to mark another off of her list. She hoped to visit every runner station on Pern, so any new one she visited was, at the very least, progress toward that goal. After 284 she would hopefully pick up a run to Tillek and then back up toward Ruatha before returning home to 298. She’d covered most of the southern half of the continent, staying primarily along the coast, venturing from Southern Boll all the way to the tip of Nerat’s peninsula, but never farther north then Lemos. Her father hadn’t permitted that. Apparently the female form was too delicate for the harsher cold, which was complete herdbeast dung. But she’d do as he said if she wanted to keep running. The sky brightened and she quickened her pace, the trace widening ahead of her as it turned to run parallel to the road.