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27.Aug.12, 12:16 AM
"B'jin and Larrikith stole from the sky and grabbed me. It was my first time seeing Fort Weyr. I'd been admiring how grand it was, how big. It was- it is- an amazing piece of work, and standing there I could just... feel the dragons presence. I saw the shadow- I guess that's why they grabbed me, I've never been brave enough to ask- and then I was being jerked up into the air. My runner was escaping, and I was flying. Up and up, just like I'd dreamed as a child. So high- and then cold."
Black, Blacker, Blackest. And then everything was bright again, blinding.
Jada smiled at Sanderon's answer, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was an anguished smile. Die. Yes... if she were losing her Krypth like that, she would want to die, too. "That's what most of them chose to do. When their other half got sick, there was nothing they could do but follow them. Children lost their mothers and fathers, mates lost their other halves. My parents panicked, though I don't remember all of the details."
Her voice was strong, pained. "I am sure you got the same lecture I did when you got here. This is where the dragonriders came to. Over ten turns of loneliness and solitude, to protect their loved ones." It went without her softly accusing words that their pain was being ignored. Everyone pretended that the other 'side' was wrong, but they were all in the same sinking ship, here in Katila. "Don't think a lack of options means no one is caring." Her voice dropped, very serious. "They bring us from the North to Impress, and we are. While the biology of a dragon may never change, eventually the leadership will. And we will need to know how to use the dragons to protect Pern, same as they did."
Jada caught herself mid-yawn, wincing. "But Shards, I've managed to let go of most of my pain. I've found ways to make myself useful here, even before Krypth Impressed to me. I was probably more useful before, matter of fact." But forgiving hadn't meant forgetting, and never would. "Sanderon? Is there anything I can do for you? To make you more content here? I know it is a foolish question to ask, considering you've gotten to see the extent of what I can really do." She gestured at the basket. "I can't take you home yet, I can't promise you a knife or a bow. But I can see you've suffered."
Just like the rest of us.
Black, Blacker, Blackest. And then everything was bright again, blinding.
Jada smiled at Sanderon's answer, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was an anguished smile. Die. Yes... if she were losing her Krypth like that, she would want to die, too. "That's what most of them chose to do. When their other half got sick, there was nothing they could do but follow them. Children lost their mothers and fathers, mates lost their other halves. My parents panicked, though I don't remember all of the details."
Her voice was strong, pained. "I am sure you got the same lecture I did when you got here. This is where the dragonriders came to. Over ten turns of loneliness and solitude, to protect their loved ones." It went without her softly accusing words that their pain was being ignored. Everyone pretended that the other 'side' was wrong, but they were all in the same sinking ship, here in Katila. "Don't think a lack of options means no one is caring." Her voice dropped, very serious. "They bring us from the North to Impress, and we are. While the biology of a dragon may never change, eventually the leadership will. And we will need to know how to use the dragons to protect Pern, same as they did."
Jada caught herself mid-yawn, wincing. "But Shards, I've managed to let go of most of my pain. I've found ways to make myself useful here, even before Krypth Impressed to me. I was probably more useful before, matter of fact." But forgiving hadn't meant forgetting, and never would. "Sanderon? Is there anything I can do for you? To make you more content here? I know it is a foolish question to ask, considering you've gotten to see the extent of what I can really do." She gestured at the basket. "I can't take you home yet, I can't promise you a knife or a bow. But I can see you've suffered."
Just like the rest of us.
