Post by virenn on Apr 7, 2009 15:05:03 GMT -6
Hissing in between her teeth as the cold morning air hit her skin, Levona let loose an involuntary shiver. That’s what she got for not grabbing a fur, instead opting to wear an oversized tunic and breeches. She took a moment to step further outside, getting blasted by the wind. By the egg! It was freezing!
Looking over her shoulder, she noticed that Declan and Lachlan were perfectly fine—they were chasing each other with enough energy to fuel another six children. One laughed while the other screamed out, “I don’t want to be a Southern Bronze! I wanna be Northern!” Urgh, kids. It was a war, not hide and go seek! Dragonriders should not be reduced to something that children pretended to be, especially not during times such as these.
Ignoring them, she trudged onwards, farther away from the home. Thankfully Ryker had left when he had—if he had left before he prepared the cothold for the winter, then the family would have been doomed. Galron was beginning to try, though his efforts were not quite up to par.
At the thought of her brother, she couldn’t help but worry about him. How was he? Did he Stand for the hatching? Did he get mauled? Did he Impress? If he did, was it a healthy dragonet? There were a lot of questions that probably were not going to be answered, unless she went and sought them out herself.
It was impossible, of course. There was no way that she would get the chance to go to a Weyr, let alone leave the cothold. She turned around, realizing that she ventured further than she had originally wanted to.
“What a forsaken little place,” she muttered, keeping herself rooted to her spot. No reason to venture back so quickly, after all. She certainly didn’t need to deal with Eleora’s screams so early.
Looking over her shoulder, she noticed that Declan and Lachlan were perfectly fine—they were chasing each other with enough energy to fuel another six children. One laughed while the other screamed out, “I don’t want to be a Southern Bronze! I wanna be Northern!” Urgh, kids. It was a war, not hide and go seek! Dragonriders should not be reduced to something that children pretended to be, especially not during times such as these.
Ignoring them, she trudged onwards, farther away from the home. Thankfully Ryker had left when he had—if he had left before he prepared the cothold for the winter, then the family would have been doomed. Galron was beginning to try, though his efforts were not quite up to par.
At the thought of her brother, she couldn’t help but worry about him. How was he? Did he Stand for the hatching? Did he get mauled? Did he Impress? If he did, was it a healthy dragonet? There were a lot of questions that probably were not going to be answered, unless she went and sought them out herself.
It was impossible, of course. There was no way that she would get the chance to go to a Weyr, let alone leave the cothold. She turned around, realizing that she ventured further than she had originally wanted to.
“What a forsaken little place,” she muttered, keeping herself rooted to her spot. No reason to venture back so quickly, after all. She certainly didn’t need to deal with Eleora’s screams so early.