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02.Mar.21, 01:45 PM
"Tiberunth..." Rakka breathed enraputred by the beautiful name of the dragon... oh how she wished she could converse with a dragon... what would they say? What would they talk about? Rakka had thousands of questions about dragons and Weyrs, and had she been a boy she was certain she could have been fostered closer to the dragons, studied them... was there a craft hall for dragons, or was that, essentially what the Weyrs were? Dragon crafthalls.
The thought on par with a revaluation in her young mind rocketed her away for a few moments before she returned to reality. Plain old boring reality. The reality that she would probably be married in the next year or two, would have an entire brood of bratty children, and would most likely never get to meet another dragon or rider again. Men had all the fun. She watched the face of the dragonrider, what had he said his name was? She searched through her memory of today, a jumble of fractured information. K'something... K'dar, that was it.
As she finally got her hair under control, she turned her brown eyes from Tiberunth with an audible sigh. She was sure she'd see the grand beast again, but she loathed to leave... just staring at the dragon could give her a sense of fulfilment. Was that how the Dragonriders felt? She tried to airily flip the hair still clinging to her neck and shoulders over, and to her back, but the dratted hair clung to her hand, and she was forced to untangle it before giving as composed a response as she was possibly able to manage through the unseemly desire to giggle.
There was nothing to laugh about, she had all but humiliated herself with that dratted wind, and now her hair, seeming to have a life of it's own, had clung stubbornly to her hand as if for dear life. She nodded demurely a tight expression on her lips, oh the urge to laugh was great... but not dignified, and she had to conduct herself at least semi-properly before this Dragonrider, she couldn't disgrace the hold. Her lip twitched almost imperceptivity before she gained control over her voice.
Head tilted slightly upwards she strode purposefully towards the copse of trees, her slender, willowy form highlighted by the winds blowing her skirt against her legs, and her blouse against her torso. "Usually before a storm... I'd say there's a good day before it hits, but..." She trailed off, who was she to make predictions, she was just a girl after all, and while she had experience with the changes of weather... it wasn't like she could definitively say when a storm would hit, "It could just be nothing, the winds often pick up before the spring." She thought back to the gale the year prior, winds whipping around, some cotholds had been destroyed by the vicious winds, while others had been battered beyond recognition. The entire populous of Greenfields had been evacuated into the cavehold, and that had been a tight squeeze.
Rakka had wanted to be out watching the storm, but settled for peering from the entrance every now and then. A tiny thing like her couldn't afford to be out in winds stronger than her, she had had the image of herself dashed to pieces against the cavern mouth from her own sheer stupidity for being out in the storm. That image still carried with her, though it hadn't come true... caution... she supposed, was important... not taking risks that could end ones life. Her booted feet helped her cross the ground quickly, but after a few minutes of walking she slowed and turned her head wistfully towards the dragon further away now, and then to K'dar. Was it okay to converse with a Dragonrider? Was she about to commit an unforgivable sin? "How long have you... you know, been a Dragonrider?" She asked, brown eyes eager.
The thought on par with a revaluation in her young mind rocketed her away for a few moments before she returned to reality. Plain old boring reality. The reality that she would probably be married in the next year or two, would have an entire brood of bratty children, and would most likely never get to meet another dragon or rider again. Men had all the fun. She watched the face of the dragonrider, what had he said his name was? She searched through her memory of today, a jumble of fractured information. K'something... K'dar, that was it.
As she finally got her hair under control, she turned her brown eyes from Tiberunth with an audible sigh. She was sure she'd see the grand beast again, but she loathed to leave... just staring at the dragon could give her a sense of fulfilment. Was that how the Dragonriders felt? She tried to airily flip the hair still clinging to her neck and shoulders over, and to her back, but the dratted hair clung to her hand, and she was forced to untangle it before giving as composed a response as she was possibly able to manage through the unseemly desire to giggle.
There was nothing to laugh about, she had all but humiliated herself with that dratted wind, and now her hair, seeming to have a life of it's own, had clung stubbornly to her hand as if for dear life. She nodded demurely a tight expression on her lips, oh the urge to laugh was great... but not dignified, and she had to conduct herself at least semi-properly before this Dragonrider, she couldn't disgrace the hold. Her lip twitched almost imperceptivity before she gained control over her voice.
Head tilted slightly upwards she strode purposefully towards the copse of trees, her slender, willowy form highlighted by the winds blowing her skirt against her legs, and her blouse against her torso. "Usually before a storm... I'd say there's a good day before it hits, but..." She trailed off, who was she to make predictions, she was just a girl after all, and while she had experience with the changes of weather... it wasn't like she could definitively say when a storm would hit, "It could just be nothing, the winds often pick up before the spring." She thought back to the gale the year prior, winds whipping around, some cotholds had been destroyed by the vicious winds, while others had been battered beyond recognition. The entire populous of Greenfields had been evacuated into the cavehold, and that had been a tight squeeze.
Rakka had wanted to be out watching the storm, but settled for peering from the entrance every now and then. A tiny thing like her couldn't afford to be out in winds stronger than her, she had had the image of herself dashed to pieces against the cavern mouth from her own sheer stupidity for being out in the storm. That image still carried with her, though it hadn't come true... caution... she supposed, was important... not taking risks that could end ones life. Her booted feet helped her cross the ground quickly, but after a few minutes of walking she slowed and turned her head wistfully towards the dragon further away now, and then to K'dar. Was it okay to converse with a Dragonrider? Was she about to commit an unforgivable sin? "How long have you... you know, been a Dragonrider?" She asked, brown eyes eager.
