Post by purnip on Mar 31, 2010 23:05:28 GMT -5
Wrynri was gave a sneeze, and suddenly he felt that all the joy pent up in him in the last hour had been snatched away. But no. Just one sneeze. No fits followed, no swollen eyes, no stuffy nose, and not a single itch plagued him. It was but a sneeze likely caused by the dust in the stables and not the short fur on the runnerbeasts that stood around inside and out in their penned field. At least...he hoped so.
He had always had a secret wish to ride one of these creatures. Back at home, girls were often kept from runners unless they were born into a family that handled them already. They weren't the easiest creatures to gain or care for, especially if your title doesn't have the word 'lord' or 'lady' in it. Here at Dalibor, there were runners. Some were used to feed large dragons, but others were kept as pets. These here were the later, or so he thought. It'd be sort of cruel to feed some of these daring specimens to dragons. Wrynri found himself staring at one in particular. It was brown and agile in appearance. He knew nothing of runnerbeasts or breeds among them, so to him it simply came across as an impressive feat of nature. He wanted to befriend this runner, yet there was no soul about to ask for the opportunity. Wrynri had to settle for resting lazily on the gate outside, admiring from behind this fence the brown runner with the lithe structure.
If he had anything to write on, he'd probably try his best to draw the runnerbeast. He wondered briefly how similar they could be to whers. If his destiny was fixed with the whers, he wanted to know these things. Could one ride a wher like one rode a runner or dragon? He could have sworn to have seen it before, even for the shortest passage of time, when he wandered out at night. It didn't happen all that much; Wrynri preferred to get to bed earlier than most. Sometimes he simply couldn't sleep.
But now it was early in the afternoon and people were probably still eating lunch. Wrynri wasn't all that hungry for once. He had a big breakfast and he thought he might have a chance to ride one of those runners. He was a little scared, but he felt that if they were anything like whers, he should get over his fear of them first. The runnerbeasts would occasionally gaze in his direction, but none approached. He had no food for them anyways.
He had always had a secret wish to ride one of these creatures. Back at home, girls were often kept from runners unless they were born into a family that handled them already. They weren't the easiest creatures to gain or care for, especially if your title doesn't have the word 'lord' or 'lady' in it. Here at Dalibor, there were runners. Some were used to feed large dragons, but others were kept as pets. These here were the later, or so he thought. It'd be sort of cruel to feed some of these daring specimens to dragons. Wrynri found himself staring at one in particular. It was brown and agile in appearance. He knew nothing of runnerbeasts or breeds among them, so to him it simply came across as an impressive feat of nature. He wanted to befriend this runner, yet there was no soul about to ask for the opportunity. Wrynri had to settle for resting lazily on the gate outside, admiring from behind this fence the brown runner with the lithe structure.
If he had anything to write on, he'd probably try his best to draw the runnerbeast. He wondered briefly how similar they could be to whers. If his destiny was fixed with the whers, he wanted to know these things. Could one ride a wher like one rode a runner or dragon? He could have sworn to have seen it before, even for the shortest passage of time, when he wandered out at night. It didn't happen all that much; Wrynri preferred to get to bed earlier than most. Sometimes he simply couldn't sleep.
But now it was early in the afternoon and people were probably still eating lunch. Wrynri wasn't all that hungry for once. He had a big breakfast and he thought he might have a chance to ride one of those runners. He was a little scared, but he felt that if they were anything like whers, he should get over his fear of them first. The runnerbeasts would occasionally gaze in his direction, but none approached. He had no food for them anyways.