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12.Aug.13, 07:27 PM
Being assigned chore duties had Arddra going into places she would usually avoid, if she could help it. Cleaning various areas of the main Weyrfolk Hall was one of many places she worked in. If it wasn't for the fact dragondriders often come here on doing whatever they wanted to do, it wouldn't be a bad place.
Dragonriders and young children. The two things that she felt the most uncomfortable around. She could hear the sound of children laughing, not Candidate age or close to it, as she would see often in the barracks but much younger children. A painful reminder of what she would never have.
As her chores were done she quickly moved down the hall away from the sound of children. The last thing she wanted was to have a pack of young weyrbrats running around her. Casa and Quenym were different as they are almost or at minimal Candidate age. Still quite young but old enough she saw them more as young adults than children. It was less painful to her, maybe only due to the fact they were too old for her ever be a mother to. Maybe in ten years she will think differently. By then however, she hoped to be bonded to a gold dragon and at least have her many offspring to feel mother to. Arddra never heard of any queen failing to produce clutches outside of old age.
Thinking about being finally bonded to a gold dragon distracted her so much she wasn't paying much attention to where she was going. Not something she usually did for she always tried to be alert to better avoid that which she rather not run into.
Bumping into the solid back of a man jolted her from her musings quite abruptly. It was only luck that she managed to keep from falling over. Looking up at who she bumped, she was ready to apologize till she saw who it was and froze.
It was him! The rider who had grabbed her a turn or so back and forced himself upon her. Sure maybe a greendragon had been having her mating flight and the man's blue failed to catch her but as far as Arddra was concerned, it was still a rape. She had avoided this particular dragon rider as much as she could, seen him around the dinner hall but it was easy to sit as far away from him as possible.
Her eyes wide with shock and fear she froze, staring at the man she had ran into. She had learned his name since that horrible first encounter, D'rys. He had never sought her out since that time either, as far as Arddra was aware but he was, in the same spot she was...and her fear made her think he must have come looking for her.
Dragonriders and young children. The two things that she felt the most uncomfortable around. She could hear the sound of children laughing, not Candidate age or close to it, as she would see often in the barracks but much younger children. A painful reminder of what she would never have.
As her chores were done she quickly moved down the hall away from the sound of children. The last thing she wanted was to have a pack of young weyrbrats running around her. Casa and Quenym were different as they are almost or at minimal Candidate age. Still quite young but old enough she saw them more as young adults than children. It was less painful to her, maybe only due to the fact they were too old for her ever be a mother to. Maybe in ten years she will think differently. By then however, she hoped to be bonded to a gold dragon and at least have her many offspring to feel mother to. Arddra never heard of any queen failing to produce clutches outside of old age.
Thinking about being finally bonded to a gold dragon distracted her so much she wasn't paying much attention to where she was going. Not something she usually did for she always tried to be alert to better avoid that which she rather not run into.
Bumping into the solid back of a man jolted her from her musings quite abruptly. It was only luck that she managed to keep from falling over. Looking up at who she bumped, she was ready to apologize till she saw who it was and froze.
It was him! The rider who had grabbed her a turn or so back and forced himself upon her. Sure maybe a greendragon had been having her mating flight and the man's blue failed to catch her but as far as Arddra was concerned, it was still a rape. She had avoided this particular dragon rider as much as she could, seen him around the dinner hall but it was easy to sit as far away from him as possible.
Her eyes wide with shock and fear she froze, staring at the man she had ran into. She had learned his name since that horrible first encounter, D'rys. He had never sought her out since that time either, as far as Arddra was aware but he was, in the same spot she was...and her fear made her think he must have come looking for her.
