29.Dec.23, 07:39 PM
He did not miss her moment of enjoying the sensuality of a book. Was there a kindred spirit there perhaps, two people who appreciated the beauty of book craft and the knowledge, the tales written within? I'serin tucked that curiosity into the back of his mind as he set the rest of the books down.
Her recounting of her history caught his attention more. Katila? Telgar? "We must have just missed each other!" he said suddenly. Then, with more composure, he elaborated. "I was born at Katila as well. My father is Tirenth's rider, A'len. My brother is Immanith's rider, A'soren. My mother was one of the Healers at the Weyr. I was born during the plague." He paused, letting that set in. Indeed, I'serin's history was riddled with tragedies, much like many of the dragonriders older than thirty. Surely, Nonalia's own history did not escape some of that. "Aluneth and I went to Telgar when it opened. Our paths must have just missed crossing," he said.
Or had they? Was I'serin incorrect in assuming the goldrider was younger than he thought? He began going through all of the faces from Katila and Telgar, trying to remember if he had seen her. He must have. There were that many dragonriders on Pern.
Meanwhile, Aluneth was still attempting to hook Laniath in with interesting conversation. Puzzles? Ah, puzzles can be...fun. That last word came laden with pretentious sarcasm. Aluneth found puzzles boring, childish. Riddles more so. My rider would be able to regale you with those, if you would like. He remembers such things. I myself prefer learning the origin of words. Fascinating things, words, with such history to them. And none of them Pernese history!
Her recounting of her history caught his attention more. Katila? Telgar? "We must have just missed each other!" he said suddenly. Then, with more composure, he elaborated. "I was born at Katila as well. My father is Tirenth's rider, A'len. My brother is Immanith's rider, A'soren. My mother was one of the Healers at the Weyr. I was born during the plague." He paused, letting that set in. Indeed, I'serin's history was riddled with tragedies, much like many of the dragonriders older than thirty. Surely, Nonalia's own history did not escape some of that. "Aluneth and I went to Telgar when it opened. Our paths must have just missed crossing," he said.
Or had they? Was I'serin incorrect in assuming the goldrider was younger than he thought? He began going through all of the faces from Katila and Telgar, trying to remember if he had seen her. He must have. There were that many dragonriders on Pern.
Meanwhile, Aluneth was still attempting to hook Laniath in with interesting conversation. Puzzles? Ah, puzzles can be...fun. That last word came laden with pretentious sarcasm. Aluneth found puzzles boring, childish. Riddles more so. My rider would be able to regale you with those, if you would like. He remembers such things. I myself prefer learning the origin of words. Fascinating things, words, with such history to them. And none of them Pernese history!