04.Mar.21, 06:53 PM
Dragons in the sky! That was a definite reason to quicken her pace as her gaze followed the not one, not two, but three glorious dragons. A blue smaller much smaller than the bronze K’dar rode and two greens. She wondered what could bring three dragons here to their small hold. It had to be big... or it wouldn’t be three. Her stomach churned, or perhaps grumbled as she conveniently forgot about the rest of her chores to join the growing throng of people surrounding the Dragonriders.
Brown eyes were wide as she caught a snippet of the sentence. Search! But what were they looking for, likely lads? It would be great if one of the smarter, more capable of the holder boys were searched, but it would probably lead to envy among the other boys... and herself, though there was a girl on a green so perhaps there was hope after all. It certainly couldn’t hurt to listen a bit longer. Today her hair was thoroughly and tightly plaited, ensuring it would not repeat its antics of a few days prior. The willowy girl looked, wide eyed from B’jin, to the woman and the over to the blue rider.
Would her father even allow her to go if she was searched? Her stomach twisted, he had too much respect and probably fear for Dragonriders to refuse them one of his sons, but what about a second daughter? Her lips curved into a smile, if there was any possibility of her leaving this hold in something other than marriage she had to try for it. It wasn’t like she was like her sister, she couldn’t marry some random holder and have ten or more children.
Rakka felt out of place in the predominantly male group of individuals who were interested in becoming Dragonriders. Her brown eyes instinctively moved between B’jin and D’lyne, sensing they were the two to impress, or at least get some positive reaction out of. She was on the brink of saying something, but kept thinking better of it, of all the moments to be undecided now was probably the worst. She had managed to slip her way near the front of the partial line, not the most sportsmanlike (or for that matter ladylike) thing to do, but Rakka didn’t care, not right now.
When finally she felt like she’d made eye contact with one of the Dragonriders she spoke. “I’m Rakka.” She finally conquered the inability to speak. Her voice, she was glad to hear, was clear and calm. She set her mouth in determination and waited for one of the riders to speak.
Brown eyes were wide as she caught a snippet of the sentence. Search! But what were they looking for, likely lads? It would be great if one of the smarter, more capable of the holder boys were searched, but it would probably lead to envy among the other boys... and herself, though there was a girl on a green so perhaps there was hope after all. It certainly couldn’t hurt to listen a bit longer. Today her hair was thoroughly and tightly plaited, ensuring it would not repeat its antics of a few days prior. The willowy girl looked, wide eyed from B’jin, to the woman and the over to the blue rider.
Would her father even allow her to go if she was searched? Her stomach twisted, he had too much respect and probably fear for Dragonriders to refuse them one of his sons, but what about a second daughter? Her lips curved into a smile, if there was any possibility of her leaving this hold in something other than marriage she had to try for it. It wasn’t like she was like her sister, she couldn’t marry some random holder and have ten or more children.
Rakka felt out of place in the predominantly male group of individuals who were interested in becoming Dragonriders. Her brown eyes instinctively moved between B’jin and D’lyne, sensing they were the two to impress, or at least get some positive reaction out of. She was on the brink of saying something, but kept thinking better of it, of all the moments to be undecided now was probably the worst. She had managed to slip her way near the front of the partial line, not the most sportsmanlike (or for that matter ladylike) thing to do, but Rakka didn’t care, not right now.
When finally she felt like she’d made eye contact with one of the Dragonriders she spoke. “I’m Rakka.” She finally conquered the inability to speak. Her voice, she was glad to hear, was clear and calm. She set her mouth in determination and waited for one of the riders to speak.