07.Oct.20, 04:06 PM
“No time like the present.” Aederyn gestured for Cazan to lead the way and easily kept pace beside her. She cleared her throat awkwardly as she considered the invitation to share more of her background. She’d always been so guarded, but she was trying to learn to open up. Her own words echoed in her mind: ‘No time like the present…’
“About myself…well. I’m Craft bred. Runnercraft, relaying messages back and forth across the continent. I was based out of station 298, not far from here.” She pointed in the general direction of the location, to the southeast. “But as a female runner, even though I could outpace half or more of the men on the traces, my participating in the craft wasn’t exactly something to be welcomed. I found out this past spring that I was to be married off.” She grimaced at the memory, and Rudi swooped by, chittering with mild concern at her spike in anxiety, as her mind made the jump from marriage to babies…She did her best to quell the feeling and shove it away, hoping it wouldn’t migrate from her to Rudi to Malvayth. As much as weyrfolk seem to be more understanding and accepting, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spill that particular part of her past to someone she’d just met.
“Suffice to say, I wasn’t too keen on the idea.” She waved him away, watching with mild annoyance and amusement as he went back to circle the queen. “So, I ran away and joined the Weyr. R’dal and Edath Searched me, and I think that’s to be made official whenever the next clutch is on the sands. Until then, since I’ve no useful, relevant skills to offer—after all, what good is running messages when a dragon can go BETWEEN with a message faster than I can hit my stride? —I look after the Weyrwoman’s children, help in the lower caverns, and study. And still get in a good run when I can. I do miss running. Gotta keep busy, you know.” With a half-laugh and a shrug the redhead smiled. Weyr live wasn’t what she’d expected, but she was happy. “How about you? I was here at the hatching when you Impressed from the stands! You seem to have adapted quite well to Weyr life.”
“About myself…well. I’m Craft bred. Runnercraft, relaying messages back and forth across the continent. I was based out of station 298, not far from here.” She pointed in the general direction of the location, to the southeast. “But as a female runner, even though I could outpace half or more of the men on the traces, my participating in the craft wasn’t exactly something to be welcomed. I found out this past spring that I was to be married off.” She grimaced at the memory, and Rudi swooped by, chittering with mild concern at her spike in anxiety, as her mind made the jump from marriage to babies…She did her best to quell the feeling and shove it away, hoping it wouldn’t migrate from her to Rudi to Malvayth. As much as weyrfolk seem to be more understanding and accepting, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spill that particular part of her past to someone she’d just met.
“Suffice to say, I wasn’t too keen on the idea.” She waved him away, watching with mild annoyance and amusement as he went back to circle the queen. “So, I ran away and joined the Weyr. R’dal and Edath Searched me, and I think that’s to be made official whenever the next clutch is on the sands. Until then, since I’ve no useful, relevant skills to offer—after all, what good is running messages when a dragon can go BETWEEN with a message faster than I can hit my stride? —I look after the Weyrwoman’s children, help in the lower caverns, and study. And still get in a good run when I can. I do miss running. Gotta keep busy, you know.” With a half-laugh and a shrug the redhead smiled. Weyr live wasn’t what she’d expected, but she was happy. “How about you? I was here at the hatching when you Impressed from the stands! You seem to have adapted quite well to Weyr life.”