Post by tovaana on Oct 14, 2021 1:25:31 GMT -5
T2761 M12
A few days before the Lord Holder vote
Tomilyn;
It’d been easier than she’d thought to get back on a ship after her brother passing away on her father's ship. Maybe it was because it was a different ship, maybe because it was a different crew, or maybe something as simply as how she was treated. Nalyra’s crew was definitely different than her father’s and somehow she felt more comfortable and confident – and maybe it was the simple change of how she was treated. Of course men were men, and some of the looks she got weren’t lost on her – but something about how Nalyra was Captain… a woman, meant that women on her ship had just as much power, if not more than the men. That’s what she wanted to believe, and it was a thrilling feeling. She didn't want to disappoint Nalyra, so she herself as useful as she could without getting distracted by her wandering and excited thoughts.
The approaching cliffs of Mavros had filled her with a sort of awe – and a strange desire to dive into the side of it, like one of the dragons landing in the weyrs. She’d seen dragons occasionally in the turns of being with her father’s crew… but not like this – not so many moving about the cliffs like a colony of bugs. Some were in more unnatural stiff formations and she imagined it was what they would look like with Thread in the sky… her eyes had flicked around nervously at the idea – not that she was truly scared of Thread (though who didn’t shiver of the idea of worm like creatures that ate everything living it touched?), but the idea of not knowing there was Thread in the sky. However, there was no Thread… they must be just, practicing? She’d never thought of that before, that like sparring needed practice, so did dragons practice flying together.
She’d been caught up in this thought when the ship had come to a jerking stop, catching her off guard and nearly toppling her overboard, or she would have had she not been propped against the railing with locked elbows and a stance practiced for coming into shore. Still, her vivid imagination saw herself falling in and people shouting 'man overboard!' and her sputtering and floundering in the water and calling back, 'I'm NO man!'
The next couple of seven-days after her arrival had gone by in bliss, especially after the work had all been done for the trading – now they were just waiting for some vote Nalyra had mentioned. A vote that Tomilyn didn’t care to know more about, but was simply grateful that the vote had stalled the crew so she could properly roam and explore Mavros. Before, she’d never explored past the closest pub to the ports, since her father had always had a brother hovering over her. Now, there were no brothers to stop her, no father to tell her no – she could go where she liked when she pleased, and that in of itself was freeing to her soul, giving her more healing than being stuck at home could have done. What was more – was there were dragons – and all sorts of new things to discover.
Her goal was to touch a dragon – but she wanted to save that for last… and ever since Sularenth’s rising, she’d put it off even more. It had left an unsavory flavor in her mouth being influenced by dragons – and not the mention the gold had killed the other gold… she’d thought dragons couldn’t hurt people, and wouldn’t fight each other – that’s what she’d been told, but the event had her questioning the very little knowledge that she did have about dragons. Were they safe to be around? It spurred unease and a sadistic curiosity that sprouted quietly in her heart, the two warring with each other every time she was ever close to a dragon.
So, she’d mostly stuck to inside the Weyr (quickly discovering which doors led to weyrs) and around the Hold part of Mavros. Now though, she settled for the beach – not much different than the beaches at home – though the ones at home didn’t have looming cliffs with dragons in them. She hadn’t spent much time on them though, since there were so many things to see besides a cold windy beach during the cold season.
She didn’t wear any shoes and her feet made small indents in the rain dampened sand, revealing lighter bits of dry sand under as she went. The drizzle had subsided to quiet threatening clouds, but the breeze didn’t seem so bad – maybe it was the cliffs that shielded her… her eyes drifted to the cliffs in question, watching as a green landed on a ledge above and disappeared within. Some of the weyrs had stairs and ways to get in from the outside and they tempted and taunted her to try climbing and seeing what she’d find within. Dragons. She’d been outside exploring when the golds had risen, so she’d seen the gold fall and disappear… she shuddered, pulling her cream knit sweater that was riddled with holes closer around her. Her shirt was more of a tunic, worn looking gold fabric that started tighter around the bust and fell around her thighs. Her pants were on the tighter side, mostly because they were older – and replacing clothes as she’d grown hadn’t been a priority. All she had to do was roll up the bottoms of them to make them look purposeful in the way they were cropped a little short.
Her curls tumbled around her shoulders, as she preferred they did, not minding the way they flew in front of her face. She started dragging her feet in the damp sand, creating lines and circles, turning this way and that, no longer walking in a linear line and not paying much attention to her surroundings either.