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22.Aug.12, 02:38 AM
Bordtai had found the noise around the Weyr deafening and with his chores done and fresh bruises still on his torso from running into the larger weyrbrats yesterday, he had no intention of repeating the mistake again. So after pocketing a meatroll, the nine-turn old boy retied one of his boot laces and decided to go for a walk. It was to get out of the Weyr, but he’d never dream of escaping like he heard the northern folk talk of. Bordtai had no delusions of what he wasn’t capable of, and living out in the jungle or making it across the sea was defiantly NOT within his abilities.
After all, where would he go? Bred and born in the Weyr, he had no other home. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t take a walk away from it and it’s harsh realities now and again. Fresh air was a relief and Bordtai knew just the spot a small hike up the nearby mountain that would open onto a ledge and give him a great view and a comfortable seat. With the day’s weather fair, what could go wrong? Nobody ever missed the scrawny boy anyways, they’d not notice him gone till curfew at the crèche.
And they didn’t. The afternoon passed by blissfully quiet as Bordtai sat upon his ledge watching the birds of the south flying over the tree tops below. He had enjoyed his meatroll and even napped at some point while laying in the sun. With it slowly drifting toward the horizon though, his stomach had finally growled, waking him, and he knew it was time to head back. A pity really. The world was much nicer when nobody else was in it.
Coming back down his normal trail, Bordtai paused at something shinning in the sunlight just a short way off the trail. Curious as only a Weyrbrat could be, he decided he needed to check it out before finishing his walk home. A few rocks scaled and a small gap jumped and Bordtai found himself looking at a pretty blue stone. It was rough around the edges and dirty with another color rock stuck to it, but the boy had seen some crafters be able to smooth out the rocks. If he took it to such a person, would they make him give it to an adult or would they show him how to make it smooth and pretty?
Deciding that even if it wasn’t smooth it was still pretty, he pocketed it and turned to make the small jump back. His foot, unfortunately, caught on loose gravel and Bordtai’s stomach lurched as the world spun on him and for a dizzy moment the boy couldn’t tell which way was up. In enough falls and fights in his life, he knew well enough to tuck his head and cover his neck. Curling into a ball, he rolled a short way before another stomach-twisting drop and a hard landing. When the world came to a blissful stop, he uncurled himself to find stone walls on all four sides of him.
The area was wide enough that he couldn’t reach the opposite sides when he stretched his arms. The bottom of the pit was blissfully sand and only a small cut on one arm was the only damage the short tumble had done for him. Looking up, however, and his greatfullness that he was unhurt was quickly forgotten. He couldn’t reach the top. It wouldn’t matter how much he stretched or jumped, the top lip was well out of the reach of a grown man, let alone the small boy.
Then I’ll climb out. he thought to himself with determination that he didn’t feel. Looking at each side carefully, he finally chose the one that might have the best hand holds and pulled himself up. He had gotten about a foot before the stones supporting his weight broke loose and he fell again. Twice more he tried and twice more he fell before he finally sat down with his back to one wall.
Pulling his knees up to his chest, he felt his eyes start to burn. “Great idea, Bordtai. You said yourself nobody would notice you gone till bedtime. It’ll be dark then. Who’ll find you in a hole in the dark? Maybe you really are a dimglow…” Sniffling, he wiped his nose on his sleeve and tried to hold back the tears.
After all, where would he go? Bred and born in the Weyr, he had no other home. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t take a walk away from it and it’s harsh realities now and again. Fresh air was a relief and Bordtai knew just the spot a small hike up the nearby mountain that would open onto a ledge and give him a great view and a comfortable seat. With the day’s weather fair, what could go wrong? Nobody ever missed the scrawny boy anyways, they’d not notice him gone till curfew at the crèche.
And they didn’t. The afternoon passed by blissfully quiet as Bordtai sat upon his ledge watching the birds of the south flying over the tree tops below. He had enjoyed his meatroll and even napped at some point while laying in the sun. With it slowly drifting toward the horizon though, his stomach had finally growled, waking him, and he knew it was time to head back. A pity really. The world was much nicer when nobody else was in it.
Coming back down his normal trail, Bordtai paused at something shinning in the sunlight just a short way off the trail. Curious as only a Weyrbrat could be, he decided he needed to check it out before finishing his walk home. A few rocks scaled and a small gap jumped and Bordtai found himself looking at a pretty blue stone. It was rough around the edges and dirty with another color rock stuck to it, but the boy had seen some crafters be able to smooth out the rocks. If he took it to such a person, would they make him give it to an adult or would they show him how to make it smooth and pretty?
Deciding that even if it wasn’t smooth it was still pretty, he pocketed it and turned to make the small jump back. His foot, unfortunately, caught on loose gravel and Bordtai’s stomach lurched as the world spun on him and for a dizzy moment the boy couldn’t tell which way was up. In enough falls and fights in his life, he knew well enough to tuck his head and cover his neck. Curling into a ball, he rolled a short way before another stomach-twisting drop and a hard landing. When the world came to a blissful stop, he uncurled himself to find stone walls on all four sides of him.
The area was wide enough that he couldn’t reach the opposite sides when he stretched his arms. The bottom of the pit was blissfully sand and only a small cut on one arm was the only damage the short tumble had done for him. Looking up, however, and his greatfullness that he was unhurt was quickly forgotten. He couldn’t reach the top. It wouldn’t matter how much he stretched or jumped, the top lip was well out of the reach of a grown man, let alone the small boy.
Then I’ll climb out. he thought to himself with determination that he didn’t feel. Looking at each side carefully, he finally chose the one that might have the best hand holds and pulled himself up. He had gotten about a foot before the stones supporting his weight broke loose and he fell again. Twice more he tried and twice more he fell before he finally sat down with his back to one wall.
Pulling his knees up to his chest, he felt his eyes start to burn. “Great idea, Bordtai. You said yourself nobody would notice you gone till bedtime. It’ll be dark then. Who’ll find you in a hole in the dark? Maybe you really are a dimglow…” Sniffling, he wiped his nose on his sleeve and tried to hold back the tears.
