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03.Dec.19, 02:01 PM
Her eyes narrowed and she stared at him as though he had sprouted a second head. There were so many odd things about what he’d just said and she struggled to make sense of them. He’d never seen runners?! Runners have been on the traces of Pern since the First Fall. How could he not have…? And that was cool? A novelty, perhaps, since he had no need of runners, himself, being able to go anywhere he liked on the back of his dragon…so how could such a mundane craft be cool?
”It is nice to meet you, blue Edath and rider R’dal.” Just then it clicked in her mind why he might not have come across others of her craft and she jerked with the realization.
“Oh! You’re new here!” Her shoulders dropped and her eyes seemed to focus on a nonexistent dust mote between the two. “Wait…are you new here? Was that…?” Her eyes darted back and forth in front of her as if literally reading a memory that was spread before her before meeting R’dal’s again. She vaguely recalled something about Dragonriders coming from the southern continent, but she was no more that fourteen when she’d heard about it, and even so, that was only in passing at Fort Station 300 on a run. Her duties seldom took her anywhere near areas that would be frequented by dragons/riders enough to allow for conversation, other than that ONE time she got to witness a Hatching, and that was far too exciting to ask questions of anyone about leaving/returning or anything…She shook her head to clear it and get back on track. “Here, I mean…North. You’re new to the North…” Her furrowed brow and lopsided half-smile created a funny expression. “That’s why you haven’t seen runners…?”
Well, regardless of how familiar he was with runners, she was glad someone appreciated her craft. Other than those who utilized it, few even acknowledged it. Her mouth pursed and puckered as she attempted to contain a snicker… “and I am not a Lady…”
Her…a Lady…? She couldn’t help it anymore and snorted out a laugh at the thought of being mistaken for a Lady. Here she was, in dusty runner trousers and tunic, sweat beading on her brow and running down the back of her neck, hair wild and askew, nothing even close to the picture of an elegant Lady holder in flowing gowns and glittering jewels, fancy slippers on feet. The very idea of herself in such a getup created such a hilarious picture in her mind that she couldn’t hold it back. Her face split into a wide grin and she shook her head, addressing that thought.
“Oh, nonono. Not me. I rarely even run their messages. They’ve usually got horses for that.” She coughed once, stifling her laughter. “Not everyone can afford horses, though. No I’m just running messages for the common folk of Pern.” She bobbled her head a bit at that, showing both an acknowledgement of how silly the craft seems when there are other methods of communication available, but also a sense of pride in it. She bowed again. “Jr. Journeyman runner Aederyn, of runner station 298, on run to station 294. At your service.” Her eyes still danced with the ridiculous image of her as a Lady and she quirked the corner of her mouth, trying to keep a straight face.
”It is nice to meet you, blue Edath and rider R’dal.” Just then it clicked in her mind why he might not have come across others of her craft and she jerked with the realization.
“Oh! You’re new here!” Her shoulders dropped and her eyes seemed to focus on a nonexistent dust mote between the two. “Wait…are you new here? Was that…?” Her eyes darted back and forth in front of her as if literally reading a memory that was spread before her before meeting R’dal’s again. She vaguely recalled something about Dragonriders coming from the southern continent, but she was no more that fourteen when she’d heard about it, and even so, that was only in passing at Fort Station 300 on a run. Her duties seldom took her anywhere near areas that would be frequented by dragons/riders enough to allow for conversation, other than that ONE time she got to witness a Hatching, and that was far too exciting to ask questions of anyone about leaving/returning or anything…She shook her head to clear it and get back on track. “Here, I mean…North. You’re new to the North…” Her furrowed brow and lopsided half-smile created a funny expression. “That’s why you haven’t seen runners…?”
Well, regardless of how familiar he was with runners, she was glad someone appreciated her craft. Other than those who utilized it, few even acknowledged it. Her mouth pursed and puckered as she attempted to contain a snicker… “and I am not a Lady…”
Her…a Lady…? She couldn’t help it anymore and snorted out a laugh at the thought of being mistaken for a Lady. Here she was, in dusty runner trousers and tunic, sweat beading on her brow and running down the back of her neck, hair wild and askew, nothing even close to the picture of an elegant Lady holder in flowing gowns and glittering jewels, fancy slippers on feet. The very idea of herself in such a getup created such a hilarious picture in her mind that she couldn’t hold it back. Her face split into a wide grin and she shook her head, addressing that thought.
“Oh, nonono. Not me. I rarely even run their messages. They’ve usually got horses for that.” She coughed once, stifling her laughter. “Not everyone can afford horses, though. No I’m just running messages for the common folk of Pern.” She bobbled her head a bit at that, showing both an acknowledgement of how silly the craft seems when there are other methods of communication available, but also a sense of pride in it. She bowed again. “Jr. Journeyman runner Aederyn, of runner station 298, on run to station 294. At your service.” Her eyes still danced with the ridiculous image of her as a Lady and she quirked the corner of her mouth, trying to keep a straight face.
