Post by purnip on Jan 24, 2010 16:33:34 GMT -5
"Thanks for taking the time to talk to us, Mister P'nay," Rhysia said, giving a slight bow of her head in respect. She hoped to meet him again someday, even if it was for another little while like this one.
Sprocket, the boy who feared girls, was a topic she no longer tossed about in her mind. If he was scared of girls that was quite a shame. It wasn't as if she hoped to become his friend; she was lucky to even find one in a dragonrider and a fellow candidate. Thread sounded a lot more ominous.
Everyone knew about it. Even though it had been one long interval, as always, one could not bring up the subject of dragons without that of Thread. It was a dragonrider's duty to fly when those horrid things were in the skies. Rhysia wondered at what they looked like. No one in this generation could have possibly seen one. There were a few old tapestries and drafts that depicted them, but they didn't seem to have that luster that the name hinted at. They looked like dangling, spiraling, falling worms. Like thread, essentially. They were said to cause devastation to organic matter, burning holes in living flesh, consuming both the beasts and the land...such a horrible plague. Though she couldn't bring herself to support it in the least, it was hard to see how dragons would have had any respect whatsoever if not for their Thread-searing flames. Sure, they were large, intelligent, and majestic. Lords and Ladies however, are not swayed by beauty and brains. They see dragons as a waste of resource.
All records throw a word in about pre-Falls. People start to lose faith in dragonriders. They think Thread will not fall and that it all just dries up. The Red Star was blinking in the sky at dawn. Rhysia thought that once in a while, looking back at it, dread would wash over as it glared back at her. It warned her that the fun and games would soon end. Dragon or not, the plight with return. Either she will stand up and fight it, or watch others do it. She was not sure about it. She didn't want to think of the Thread anymore...especially at Hatching.
When the Yellowrider had left her, she was able to relax a little more. Rhysia was still controlling herself to keep from pickpocketing. She looked to Paralee with a troubled expression. They were both Candidates. They did not have a dragon to call their own. No attachments. What did Thread mean to them?
"Paralee...does that mean that Thread will fall when the babies that Kalith has are all grown up? We're all going to have to fly up there and set the little buggers ablaze?" Rhysia wasn't sure whether she should be scared or not. The thought was scary. She didn't want to appear intimidated. She was just frightened that she and her bonded, should fate be kind enough to let them find one another, would be pierced by Thread.
Sprocket, the boy who feared girls, was a topic she no longer tossed about in her mind. If he was scared of girls that was quite a shame. It wasn't as if she hoped to become his friend; she was lucky to even find one in a dragonrider and a fellow candidate. Thread sounded a lot more ominous.
Everyone knew about it. Even though it had been one long interval, as always, one could not bring up the subject of dragons without that of Thread. It was a dragonrider's duty to fly when those horrid things were in the skies. Rhysia wondered at what they looked like. No one in this generation could have possibly seen one. There were a few old tapestries and drafts that depicted them, but they didn't seem to have that luster that the name hinted at. They looked like dangling, spiraling, falling worms. Like thread, essentially. They were said to cause devastation to organic matter, burning holes in living flesh, consuming both the beasts and the land...such a horrible plague. Though she couldn't bring herself to support it in the least, it was hard to see how dragons would have had any respect whatsoever if not for their Thread-searing flames. Sure, they were large, intelligent, and majestic. Lords and Ladies however, are not swayed by beauty and brains. They see dragons as a waste of resource.
All records throw a word in about pre-Falls. People start to lose faith in dragonriders. They think Thread will not fall and that it all just dries up. The Red Star was blinking in the sky at dawn. Rhysia thought that once in a while, looking back at it, dread would wash over as it glared back at her. It warned her that the fun and games would soon end. Dragon or not, the plight with return. Either she will stand up and fight it, or watch others do it. She was not sure about it. She didn't want to think of the Thread anymore...especially at Hatching.
When the Yellowrider had left her, she was able to relax a little more. Rhysia was still controlling herself to keep from pickpocketing. She looked to Paralee with a troubled expression. They were both Candidates. They did not have a dragon to call their own. No attachments. What did Thread mean to them?
"Paralee...does that mean that Thread will fall when the babies that Kalith has are all grown up? We're all going to have to fly up there and set the little buggers ablaze?" Rhysia wasn't sure whether she should be scared or not. The thought was scary. She didn't want to appear intimidated. She was just frightened that she and her bonded, should fate be kind enough to let them find one another, would be pierced by Thread.