Post by jaenelle on Sept 17, 2011 20:29:49 GMT -8
S'ndra walked her way down to the Beastcrafter's hall from the Weyr, her steps guided by instinct. She needed to be alone...she needed to think. Everything had happened so fast, too fast for someone who had been reintroduced to society less than half a turn ago. First her getting Searched as a candidate...and not one month after her arrival, her flit eggs hatch her a trio of high-energy friends. She loved her Rabid, Rush and Rave, but their anitics could tire even Sandrask out.
Not too long after that, she impressed her built-like-a-bronze green, Giranith. This little green was so firece and ready to fight, S'ndra had had no problem accepting her into the family. Sandrask had been overjoyed and had placed himself as her protector too. The pair of them were sleeping right now, with her new green dragonet, Feline, on top of the happy pile. She could feel the happy dreams of all her bondeds and that made the girl feel it was safe enough to slip out.
So here she was, looking like a lost waif, staring at the runners in the pasture. Runners were quiet creatures, ones that bonded with no mental conection. She needed the peace right now to sort herself out. Things had happened so fast... Stepping up to the fence, she called to the mares and geldings, her hands outstretched to the creatures. Some pirked there ears and ventured nearer, while others just continueed to graze. A fine gelding trotted up to the fence where S'ndra stood and gently lipped her sleeve.
The weyrling stroked the runner's head gently, her mind blissfully blank for the few moments she could have in the day. The beast soon got bored of her, since she had not thought to bring any treats with her, and went back to the herd to go about his business.
She sighed as the creature left her, getting down from the fence and heading to the runner's barn. She ignored the white sign, reading that the barn was closed for repairs, and went through the doors anyway. She was quiet as a mouse as she slipped down the hall, heading for the ladder up to the hay loft, when the sounds of someone working caused her to stop. She saw light coming from a stall to her left and causiously went to peek at who was inside.
As her eyes adjusted to the gloom(rather quickly since she had spent almost 3 turns now as a nocturnal human) she say the outline of a figure by the back wall, lifting a board up to replace one that had been broken. The dim light eluminated the man's good figure, and S'ndra let out a soft gasp as she remembered who he was. This was Beastmaster Calian! He rode that fine brown wher that Sandrask idolized! She remembered the day that her wher had assisted in moving some feederbeasts up to the weyr...and she remebered what Sandrask had done to ruin Aislisk's Run.
This thought had her backing away from the open stall. She had heard about what had happened with the Beastmaster and she was very sure that she, of all people, was one of the last people he wanted to see. S'ndra hoped that he had not heard the gasp(but she was sure he had) and shrunk into the shadows of the stall behind the one he was working in. What had gotten her into this mess? She had wanted time to think... and she had gotten herself into a possibly hard position. There was nothing to do now but watch...and wait.
[/size]Not too long after that, she impressed her built-like-a-bronze green, Giranith. This little green was so firece and ready to fight, S'ndra had had no problem accepting her into the family. Sandrask had been overjoyed and had placed himself as her protector too. The pair of them were sleeping right now, with her new green dragonet, Feline, on top of the happy pile. She could feel the happy dreams of all her bondeds and that made the girl feel it was safe enough to slip out.
So here she was, looking like a lost waif, staring at the runners in the pasture. Runners were quiet creatures, ones that bonded with no mental conection. She needed the peace right now to sort herself out. Things had happened so fast... Stepping up to the fence, she called to the mares and geldings, her hands outstretched to the creatures. Some pirked there ears and ventured nearer, while others just continueed to graze. A fine gelding trotted up to the fence where S'ndra stood and gently lipped her sleeve.
The weyrling stroked the runner's head gently, her mind blissfully blank for the few moments she could have in the day. The beast soon got bored of her, since she had not thought to bring any treats with her, and went back to the herd to go about his business.
She sighed as the creature left her, getting down from the fence and heading to the runner's barn. She ignored the white sign, reading that the barn was closed for repairs, and went through the doors anyway. She was quiet as a mouse as she slipped down the hall, heading for the ladder up to the hay loft, when the sounds of someone working caused her to stop. She saw light coming from a stall to her left and causiously went to peek at who was inside.
As her eyes adjusted to the gloom(rather quickly since she had spent almost 3 turns now as a nocturnal human) she say the outline of a figure by the back wall, lifting a board up to replace one that had been broken. The dim light eluminated the man's good figure, and S'ndra let out a soft gasp as she remembered who he was. This was Beastmaster Calian! He rode that fine brown wher that Sandrask idolized! She remembered the day that her wher had assisted in moving some feederbeasts up to the weyr...and she remebered what Sandrask had done to ruin Aislisk's Run.
This thought had her backing away from the open stall. She had heard about what had happened with the Beastmaster and she was very sure that she, of all people, was one of the last people he wanted to see. S'ndra hoped that he had not heard the gasp(but she was sure he had) and shrunk into the shadows of the stall behind the one he was working in. What had gotten her into this mess? She had wanted time to think... and she had gotten herself into a possibly hard position. There was nothing to do now but watch...and wait.