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28.Oct.20, 02:41 AM
“I’d like that very much.” She said matter-of-factly. “There are so many traces that go right by or even right through clearings that Edath could land in. I think he’d like the sights, too.” Though bound to the Weyr, she felt freer than she’d ever been as a part of the Runnercraft, she would like to be on the traces again, even if only in a less-used stretch for fun stroll with a good friend. Nothing quite beat the feeling of the wind whipping around her and the ground being eaten by her stride. Well, except for maybe flying…
R’dal asked the question that she had hesitated to ask, and knowing her brother as she did, while she was excited that he was continuing with his Mastery, she didn’t think it true that’d he’d willingly just…stop… She actually found herself dreading his answer. She couldn’t help the almost betrayed feeling that crept into her gut at the idea of him settling…more than just stopping and finding a wife, but settling for anything less than what he’d been loving for his entire craft career. They’d had a sort-of…unofficial pact, that’d they’d never settle for anything less. and he’d been her partner since they day they started Running together! The idea of him not being actively out on the traces, but cuddled up like some lord with a wife in his bed and a child on his knee while he marked incoming and outgoing times on the message board, slowly dying inside, when he could be out there himself was equal parts unbelievable, disappointing, insulting, and, if she was being honest, disgusting. She’d held up her end, and he was going to stop short?
Was this because of her? Her brow furrowed as she waited. A part of her felt guilty, as she had run off to join Fort Weyr without a second thought or backward glance. Maybe it was because of her, somehow…She knew she couldn’t rightly tell him what to do or how to live, as he’d refrained from doing so with her, but she had hoped for something…different…for him.
He explained the bare-bones basics of a Master Runner, and, somewhat mollified by his explanation, she still felt that something was just…off. Eyes narrowed, she asked after he’d finished his spiel, “But there’s more than that, isn’t there? Are Mother and Father pressuring this?” Her anger flared again and she fought it by chewing her lip.
R’dal asked the question that she had hesitated to ask, and knowing her brother as she did, while she was excited that he was continuing with his Mastery, she didn’t think it true that’d he’d willingly just…stop… She actually found herself dreading his answer. She couldn’t help the almost betrayed feeling that crept into her gut at the idea of him settling…more than just stopping and finding a wife, but settling for anything less than what he’d been loving for his entire craft career. They’d had a sort-of…unofficial pact, that’d they’d never settle for anything less. and he’d been her partner since they day they started Running together! The idea of him not being actively out on the traces, but cuddled up like some lord with a wife in his bed and a child on his knee while he marked incoming and outgoing times on the message board, slowly dying inside, when he could be out there himself was equal parts unbelievable, disappointing, insulting, and, if she was being honest, disgusting. She’d held up her end, and he was going to stop short?
Was this because of her? Her brow furrowed as she waited. A part of her felt guilty, as she had run off to join Fort Weyr without a second thought or backward glance. Maybe it was because of her, somehow…She knew she couldn’t rightly tell him what to do or how to live, as he’d refrained from doing so with her, but she had hoped for something…different…for him.
He explained the bare-bones basics of a Master Runner, and, somewhat mollified by his explanation, she still felt that something was just…off. Eyes narrowed, she asked after he’d finished his spiel, “But there’s more than that, isn’t there? Are Mother and Father pressuring this?” Her anger flared again and she fought it by chewing her lip.
