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20.May.20, 11:48 AM
The world swam around her and her eyes went wide as she took the information in. She was Searcheable! She had been, ever since she first met R’dal and Edath! A pang of hurt bit at her stomach for a moment when he said he had kept it from her, but she understood why. He was right, she would have been confused and upset at that time. But then again, she also had thought she could actually do something with her Craft besides become a breeder to produce more Runners, and she wasn’t sure she could even do that. After being berated and looked on as only a silly female by so many at her sister’s new hold, after being treated as goods to barter and trade by her parents and that holder man, after being merely humored for so long, made to think she could do so much with her life by those who had no intention of allowing her to do so, she was done. She would do something. She would prove she was more than just a womb for a holder’s child. She would become a dragonrider. And oh, if she ever returned to station 298 atop her very own dragon!
“No!” She panicked when D’hys said she could still refuse. “No, I mean…Yes! Yes. I want to make it official. I want to stay at they Weyr, and I want to Stand at a Hatching.” She shrugged, a bewildered but happy smile plastered on her face and a sense of determination now about her. She blinked at the thought of how to tell her family. Her brother had always been her best friend and ally. He would be happy and proud. Same with Meri. She didn’t seem to recall her parents having actually promised her in marriage to that young holder, merely suggested it, but then again…She pursed her lips. They might be marginally problematic. But D’hys was right. This was her decision, and hers alone.
She looked again at D’hys. She brought her arms up in a small gesture of helplessness. “But…as you so blatantly pointed out earlier, as a Runner I am hardly useful here.” The previous insult barely stung anymore, instead seeming just silly now that she intended to be giving up the Craft, though that thought of losing her usefulness in something she was so good at did sting. “I could help with first aid, or help others with keeping fit, I…I’ll work in the kitchens if that’s the only job for me. I’ll make myself useful somehow.” She looked between the two riders, not entirely seeking approval or affirmation, but more to try and convey to them that she was now solidly determined to find her place at Fort Weyr. She couldn’t help herself and hugged R’dal again. “Thank you, thank you both so much!”
“No!” She panicked when D’hys said she could still refuse. “No, I mean…Yes! Yes. I want to make it official. I want to stay at they Weyr, and I want to Stand at a Hatching.” She shrugged, a bewildered but happy smile plastered on her face and a sense of determination now about her. She blinked at the thought of how to tell her family. Her brother had always been her best friend and ally. He would be happy and proud. Same with Meri. She didn’t seem to recall her parents having actually promised her in marriage to that young holder, merely suggested it, but then again…She pursed her lips. They might be marginally problematic. But D’hys was right. This was her decision, and hers alone.
She looked again at D’hys. She brought her arms up in a small gesture of helplessness. “But…as you so blatantly pointed out earlier, as a Runner I am hardly useful here.” The previous insult barely stung anymore, instead seeming just silly now that she intended to be giving up the Craft, though that thought of losing her usefulness in something she was so good at did sting. “I could help with first aid, or help others with keeping fit, I…I’ll work in the kitchens if that’s the only job for me. I’ll make myself useful somehow.” She looked between the two riders, not entirely seeking approval or affirmation, but more to try and convey to them that she was now solidly determined to find her place at Fort Weyr. She couldn’t help herself and hugged R’dal again. “Thank you, thank you both so much!”
