Post by Rappu on Sept 29, 2013 14:21:49 GMT -5
Ksenna checked through her stuff once more. A ragged dress, a couple pairs of undies, thick woollen socks, a piece of soap and a comb made of bone. Yeah, she had everything. Leather armor she'd wear for the trip, and she had her bow, arrows and knife on her. Muusa was tucked under her coat. She was ready. Her sis would look after Pops and explain - Ksenna didn't have anything to write with, and she wasn't so good at writing that he'd get it. Maybe once she had Impressed she could take them all to Dalibor, to a better life.
She felt a twinge of guilt. Holdless life was hard but it was how she and her family had lived and everyone had been happy. Well, mostly. But it was still the life her parents had crafted, and her sister had a kid, and she was basically foisting Pops on her, abandoning him. But he had told her she couldn't go, even when she argued that their lives would be easier in a Weyr. He didn't understand. Seeing the dragonriders up close, seeing them take a number of Holdless away... She wanted that too. To have a bond like that, to fly, to protect the islands that were her home. The others, those that had been taken had seen a hatching and impressed, she'd heard.
"Muusa, you ready? Think we can do it?"
The black flit hissed softly and poked her neck with his tiny muzzle. "I'll take that as a yes. We're gonna be dragonriders!"
She walked quietly into the night. The searchrider who had agreed to take her would land some ways from the camp.
She was going to be more than just a bandit. In a Weyr, she could even practise her arts. There would be more material than just clay and stone; maybe she could even get a proper flute and paint. There would be warm beds like at the few inns she had been to; she could make scented soap with flower petals instead of weeds. Civilization awaited her.
She felt a twinge of guilt. Holdless life was hard but it was how she and her family had lived and everyone had been happy. Well, mostly. But it was still the life her parents had crafted, and her sister had a kid, and she was basically foisting Pops on her, abandoning him. But he had told her she couldn't go, even when she argued that their lives would be easier in a Weyr. He didn't understand. Seeing the dragonriders up close, seeing them take a number of Holdless away... She wanted that too. To have a bond like that, to fly, to protect the islands that were her home. The others, those that had been taken had seen a hatching and impressed, she'd heard.
"Muusa, you ready? Think we can do it?"
The black flit hissed softly and poked her neck with his tiny muzzle. "I'll take that as a yes. We're gonna be dragonriders!"
She walked quietly into the night. The searchrider who had agreed to take her would land some ways from the camp.
She was going to be more than just a bandit. In a Weyr, she could even practise her arts. There would be more material than just clay and stone; maybe she could even get a proper flute and paint. There would be warm beds like at the few inns she had been to; she could make scented soap with flower petals instead of weeds. Civilization awaited her.