Post by Shoki on Oct 23, 2013 16:55:45 GMT -8
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Midday
Kashpa walked with speed. Regardless of what exactly she was wearing, it always flowed, so behind her fabric trailed. Today a long skirt and sash around her waist flowed back as she stepped forward, in matching blues. She held a small bag and a case was over her shoulder, as she neared her destination. Her eyes flickered up and a wide smile was on her face as she watched the dragons fly about Rainbow Mists Weyr. A story teller like her figured many a tale started at a Weyr, and that meant excitement. She sobered somewhat. A beginning she supposed, but not the beginning of this tale. She picked up her feet and kept moving, her braid trailing off behind her.
The air was not as clear as it usually was, and Kashpa had heard the reasons why. She picked up on gossip, as she was daughter of both sea and song, so news was eagerly anticipated. So she had heard what had happened at more southern lands. Fire. It hadn’t taken her long to decide to do something. The dragonriders would have their hands full, but every hand could be used. So she had come now, to declare quite clearly that her hands were available. She skirted the Weyrbowl, taking a long look at what creatures were about. So many things that flew. She caught sight of a Dream landing in the Bowl, and smiled slyly. She had better get her best foot forward, wouldn’t want even a hint of her brother catching her refusing the call. So she turned her gaze from dragons and turned her eyes toward the Weyr and started asking around for the Weyrharper. She was given a direction and she set out, wondering what V’ridian was like. Tigerrider, so she heard. Soon enough she found herself at a door and knocked on it promptly. She didn’t have any sort of apprehension about being here, though she was vaguely curious as to her surroundings. She’d been to Monacco Bay once, visiting P’shir. She hadn’t stayed long though. Even here she had gone out of her way to watch a hatching, but not like she spent much time around either. So she kept alert to see what there was to see and hear what might be interesting. Every new place could hold adventure, after all.
Midday
Kashpa walked with speed. Regardless of what exactly she was wearing, it always flowed, so behind her fabric trailed. Today a long skirt and sash around her waist flowed back as she stepped forward, in matching blues. She held a small bag and a case was over her shoulder, as she neared her destination. Her eyes flickered up and a wide smile was on her face as she watched the dragons fly about Rainbow Mists Weyr. A story teller like her figured many a tale started at a Weyr, and that meant excitement. She sobered somewhat. A beginning she supposed, but not the beginning of this tale. She picked up her feet and kept moving, her braid trailing off behind her.
The air was not as clear as it usually was, and Kashpa had heard the reasons why. She picked up on gossip, as she was daughter of both sea and song, so news was eagerly anticipated. So she had heard what had happened at more southern lands. Fire. It hadn’t taken her long to decide to do something. The dragonriders would have their hands full, but every hand could be used. So she had come now, to declare quite clearly that her hands were available. She skirted the Weyrbowl, taking a long look at what creatures were about. So many things that flew. She caught sight of a Dream landing in the Bowl, and smiled slyly. She had better get her best foot forward, wouldn’t want even a hint of her brother catching her refusing the call. So she turned her gaze from dragons and turned her eyes toward the Weyr and started asking around for the Weyrharper. She was given a direction and she set out, wondering what V’ridian was like. Tigerrider, so she heard. Soon enough she found herself at a door and knocked on it promptly. She didn’t have any sort of apprehension about being here, though she was vaguely curious as to her surroundings. She’d been to Monacco Bay once, visiting P’shir. She hadn’t stayed long though. Even here she had gone out of her way to watch a hatching, but not like she spent much time around either. So she kept alert to see what there was to see and hear what might be interesting. Every new place could hold adventure, after all.
