Post by Rhush on Sept 18, 2018 22:44:46 GMT -5
Month 1, Turn 6, 10th Pass
Srunae :: Gold Danovelith
Srunae wandered aimlessly down the hall, her nose in an old, dusty tome, hazel eyes scanning the pages with an interest that left little room for her other senses. The book was a large, hidebound behemoth of a thing, stuffed with hundreds of pages about the history of their kin - the dragonriders. The canine-eared pages covered old ballads, stories, legends, patterns of threadfall, searching techniques - any number of useful bits of information for the ever curious reader, and particularly those interested in new ideas. Mavros was in a bit of a pickle now - between the upcoming dual flights of the twins, the lack of candidates, and the stressful plans of entrepreneurial Lord Holders, Srunae had hoped to get herself into a better mindset to deal with everything by doing a bit of reading. After all, what better way to come up with a new plan than to learn from the plans of the old? Though it didn't help her nervousness about Danovelith and Sularenth surely rising atop one another (they were born on the same day, after all; it would only be natural for them to rise at the same time, according to everything she had been reading) it had helped her feel a bit less worried about the politics of their newfound hold relationships... and had given her an idea about something else. Something old, very, very old, that had been dismissed for so long - a skill their dragons had that had long been pushed aside as fantasy. And now, now she thought she had the right source to help her persuade someone that it just might work...
And who better to test it with than Weyrleader A'zael?
Srunae My Own, you're going to miss the door.
Hmm? Srunae looked up from her book just before she reached A'zael's weyr, blinking a couple of times to clear her vision. Miss the door? It was right... right... The beastcrafter turned junior weyrwoman paused, realizing she was facing the wall opposite of the one she actually had wanted. Oh. Thank you Dano. The creamy gold laughed in the back of her mind, a warm summer's breeze brushing past the reeds along the side of the weyrlake, the sound akin to that of gentle, faintly off chord flutes. That was a nice image for the chilly season they were actually in - winter was a pretty time of the year, but if there was one thing she had learned in her turns at Mavros, it was that the winter season here was not like it was in Ista. The wind was so much colder here, and it certainly didn't help that their weyrs were so poorly laid out for the frigid winds that blew in off the ocean. Even worse, they had only just reached the time of the season when snow started falling, making everything wet, icy and just so Faranth-forsaken cold! Srunae shivered at the thought of it, glad that she hadn't needed to go out into the weather for her little excursion.
At least it isn't permanent... The goldrider thought to herself as she turned around, long brown hair whirling and boots clicking on the stone floor, to face the correct wall. Now where was - ah, she was only just shy of it, the door to the Weyrleader's room. Taking a couple of steps to the left, the goldrider proceeded to knock on the door she had grown rather familiar with over the past few fortnights, holding her book open at her chest.
"A'zael?" She hummed, listening for a beat before putting her nose back in her book. If he was unoccupied, she'd hear him coming... probably. If he wasn't in, then she would probably stand there, reading another set of passages, until Danovelith prodded her again.
Srunae.
Mmmm?
They are there.
Ah, okay. Thank you Dano. She wouldn't have to wait long, at least... or, it wouldn't feel long, especially if she didn't get her nose back out of the book before A'zael opened the door.
Zen