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04.Apr.21, 01:41 AM
The sun had long ago tipped over its zenith, and was dipping down to meet the lip of the high Weyr wall, spilling golden light across the bowl and bathing the tiny clearing on the top of the wall in an orange glow. With a wave, she greeted the watch dragon not far along the rim, and the beast and rider returned the greeting with a wave and a warble. S’far would appreciate that she was still under some form of watch. The ancient star stones stood like sentinels, the closest one throwing a long shadow over Lassalla as she stood in her favorite place.
She breathed in the chill of the coming evening as it chased away the warm afternoon air. Spring was on the way, but Telgar’s winter wasn’t going without a fight. She smiled into the sunshine, letting it warm and soothe her. With a cynical laugh, she noticed a few more grey hairs catching that golden light, dancing among her dark waves around her shoulders. Well, recent events would certainly warrant those silver strands.
More goldriders across Pern dead.
As well as a few bronze. An unfortunate brown or two, and a blue, if she remembered correctly. So much had happened in the past month that she was having trouble keeping track of the death toll.
With a small, wry chuckle, Lassalla strolled over to the star stone, its monolithic form looming well above her. Around one side was a dip in the dirt, and she sat, he back sliding against the cool rock. “I don’t know what to do anymore.” She said, to nobody in particular. She huffed and shook her head, the wry smile not having left, as she pulled the bottle of rum from the satchel at her side. It was sealed , with paper and wax, and therefore more likely to be safe than any other beverages she might have. Also, any poison, she reasoned, would likely be killed by the alcohol, anyway.
He’s not here. the gold opened one big, whirling eye to look over at her rider a few dragonlengths away. Her tone was not unkind, though, as she gently probed Lassalla’s turbulent emotions. You know that.
“I know, miss.” Lasalla glanced around the space, where she and Kirolan had spent some of their most treasured, quiet moments. Her visits since his passing had become fewer and farther between, but she still liked to come up here when she wanted a quiet place to think, to be. She liked to think some part of him was still here, but anything that remained of his broken, distant form had gone between with his body those turns ago when he passed. She pulled a corkscrew from her satchel and opened up the rum, taking a long swig and enjoying the burn of the golden liquid on the way down. Her eyes slid shut, the waning sun warm on her face. “I know.”
A shadow crossed in front of her, blocking the warmth. Neryseth hadn’t offered any kind of warning, mental or otherwise, so it wasn’t anyone to worry about. Probably just a do-gooder checking in and making sure she was alright. Without even opening her eyes, she addressed whoever-it-was. “Any particular reason you’re in my sun?”
She breathed in the chill of the coming evening as it chased away the warm afternoon air. Spring was on the way, but Telgar’s winter wasn’t going without a fight. She smiled into the sunshine, letting it warm and soothe her. With a cynical laugh, she noticed a few more grey hairs catching that golden light, dancing among her dark waves around her shoulders. Well, recent events would certainly warrant those silver strands.
More goldriders across Pern dead.
As well as a few bronze. An unfortunate brown or two, and a blue, if she remembered correctly. So much had happened in the past month that she was having trouble keeping track of the death toll.
With a small, wry chuckle, Lassalla strolled over to the star stone, its monolithic form looming well above her. Around one side was a dip in the dirt, and she sat, he back sliding against the cool rock. “I don’t know what to do anymore.” She said, to nobody in particular. She huffed and shook her head, the wry smile not having left, as she pulled the bottle of rum from the satchel at her side. It was sealed , with paper and wax, and therefore more likely to be safe than any other beverages she might have. Also, any poison, she reasoned, would likely be killed by the alcohol, anyway.
“I know, miss.” Lasalla glanced around the space, where she and Kirolan had spent some of their most treasured, quiet moments. Her visits since his passing had become fewer and farther between, but she still liked to come up here when she wanted a quiet place to think, to be. She liked to think some part of him was still here, but anything that remained of his broken, distant form had gone between with his body those turns ago when he passed. She pulled a corkscrew from her satchel and opened up the rum, taking a long swig and enjoying the burn of the golden liquid on the way down. Her eyes slid shut, the waning sun warm on her face. “I know.”
A shadow crossed in front of her, blocking the warmth. Neryseth hadn’t offered any kind of warning, mental or otherwise, so it wasn’t anyone to worry about. Probably just a do-gooder checking in and making sure she was alright. Without even opening her eyes, she addressed whoever-it-was. “Any particular reason you’re in my sun?”
