Post by Cait on Jun 2, 2018 17:25:23 GMT -8
Early Morning | Wherhandler Quarters | RMW
Since the start of the war, the clan had debated continuing Saddyris’ role as ambassador. Many of the elders simply wanted to avoid conflict while the younger generations were far more animated in their opinions. Most vocal was Dyranor who made it very clear that to abandon the Weyr after everything would be a disgrace. While Saddyris was inclined to agree she had to remain impartial. She needed to think. While the clan typically spent their turn on land protected by Rainbow Mists, there were other clans that were not. Giving their roaming nature it was never wise to alienate the rulers of the lands you might pass through. This was why certain clan members were hand picked to be sent to holds and weyrs so that the interests of the clan could be accounted for.
Needless to say the clan gathering this Turn had been fraught with tension and arguments. In the end, no consensus had been reached and the clans had departed. The war would be observed but having been there during that first attack on Rainbow Mists, Saddyris and her cousin could not be idle. They would not be passive observers and should the Weyr need them again, Saddyris certainly had no intention of hesitating. As much as the caravan was her home and her family, the Weyr had a place in her heart as did the people there. She knew her cousin preferred life at the Weyr to the caravan which was a bit concerning considering that he was still considered the favorite choice for successor.
Once she was settled back into the room that had been designated for her in the Weyr, Saddyris decided that she needed a distraction. She and her cousin had arrived late last night and after a mediocre night of sleep, Saddyris had risen and donned her hunting attire. Soft, well worn hide pants fit like a second skin and did very little to restrict her motion. Her tunic was a bit loose and a brownish-grey in color, making it look a bit dingy though she didn’t particularly care. A pair of soft-soled boots and hide bracers and gloves completed her ensemble. Mud watched her intently as she prepared herself, his tail swaying. Even Raveni stirred, his feathers puffing up as she grabbed a leather tie for her hair and clasped it between her teeth as she fastened her knife belt and grabbed up a quiver, looping it across her chest.
Without a word, she scooped up her bow and held out an arm to the falcon. Clacking his beak, Raveni launched from his perch and landed on the young woman’s arm. Poica remained asleep, curled up like a bright puddle on the pillow. She’d join later if she cared to, but for now it was Saddyris, Raveni and Mud that traipsed across the Weyr toward the wher barracks. If she was lucky, Lan would be getting off duty soon and she might be able to convince him to go hunting. If not she’d head into the forest on her own. Raveni needed the exercise and she could use a break from people, even if only for a few hours.
Tucking the hair tie in her belt, Saddyris reached Lan’s door, or at the very least where she remembered him residing. It had been several months at least since she’d been at the Weyr. The clan gathering had been called early to address the war and taken longer than expected. Between that and being used as the favored messenger of her clan leader and disastrous attempts by her female relations to fix her up with men from other clans, she’d been gone just under a turn. Briefly she wondered if he even resided in this den anymore of if he’d moved. Would he even recognize her? Her skin a shade or two darker from all of the travelling back and forth, her hair was longer and her features more refined as usually happened as women aged. It wasn’t as though she’d grown taller and all her bits and pieces were roughly the same….she was just a turn older and it suited her well.
Reaching out a gloved fist, she knocked on the door. Surely by now, with the sun fully out, Lan would have been released from his duties. Belatedly she wondered if he might be too tired to bother at this hour but it was too late to slip away and come back later. Taking a step back, she idly stroked the feathers on the back of Raveni’s neck as Mud sat obediently beside her, practically on her booted feet. A peculiar uncertainty gripped her as she heard the sound of someone approaching and she didn’t know where it came from. Why was she suddenly nervous to pop in on Lan? Maybe because it had been so long and the world around them had changed. Maybe he had changed? Would he still be the sweet, stuttering boy she knew? Was she still the same person? No...not really.
Since the start of the war, the clan had debated continuing Saddyris’ role as ambassador. Many of the elders simply wanted to avoid conflict while the younger generations were far more animated in their opinions. Most vocal was Dyranor who made it very clear that to abandon the Weyr after everything would be a disgrace. While Saddyris was inclined to agree she had to remain impartial. She needed to think. While the clan typically spent their turn on land protected by Rainbow Mists, there were other clans that were not. Giving their roaming nature it was never wise to alienate the rulers of the lands you might pass through. This was why certain clan members were hand picked to be sent to holds and weyrs so that the interests of the clan could be accounted for.
Needless to say the clan gathering this Turn had been fraught with tension and arguments. In the end, no consensus had been reached and the clans had departed. The war would be observed but having been there during that first attack on Rainbow Mists, Saddyris and her cousin could not be idle. They would not be passive observers and should the Weyr need them again, Saddyris certainly had no intention of hesitating. As much as the caravan was her home and her family, the Weyr had a place in her heart as did the people there. She knew her cousin preferred life at the Weyr to the caravan which was a bit concerning considering that he was still considered the favorite choice for successor.
Once she was settled back into the room that had been designated for her in the Weyr, Saddyris decided that she needed a distraction. She and her cousin had arrived late last night and after a mediocre night of sleep, Saddyris had risen and donned her hunting attire. Soft, well worn hide pants fit like a second skin and did very little to restrict her motion. Her tunic was a bit loose and a brownish-grey in color, making it look a bit dingy though she didn’t particularly care. A pair of soft-soled boots and hide bracers and gloves completed her ensemble. Mud watched her intently as she prepared herself, his tail swaying. Even Raveni stirred, his feathers puffing up as she grabbed a leather tie for her hair and clasped it between her teeth as she fastened her knife belt and grabbed up a quiver, looping it across her chest.
Without a word, she scooped up her bow and held out an arm to the falcon. Clacking his beak, Raveni launched from his perch and landed on the young woman’s arm. Poica remained asleep, curled up like a bright puddle on the pillow. She’d join later if she cared to, but for now it was Saddyris, Raveni and Mud that traipsed across the Weyr toward the wher barracks. If she was lucky, Lan would be getting off duty soon and she might be able to convince him to go hunting. If not she’d head into the forest on her own. Raveni needed the exercise and she could use a break from people, even if only for a few hours.
Tucking the hair tie in her belt, Saddyris reached Lan’s door, or at the very least where she remembered him residing. It had been several months at least since she’d been at the Weyr. The clan gathering had been called early to address the war and taken longer than expected. Between that and being used as the favored messenger of her clan leader and disastrous attempts by her female relations to fix her up with men from other clans, she’d been gone just under a turn. Briefly she wondered if he even resided in this den anymore of if he’d moved. Would he even recognize her? Her skin a shade or two darker from all of the travelling back and forth, her hair was longer and her features more refined as usually happened as women aged. It wasn’t as though she’d grown taller and all her bits and pieces were roughly the same….she was just a turn older and it suited her well.
Reaching out a gloved fist, she knocked on the door. Surely by now, with the sun fully out, Lan would have been released from his duties. Belatedly she wondered if he might be too tired to bother at this hour but it was too late to slip away and come back later. Taking a step back, she idly stroked the feathers on the back of Raveni’s neck as Mud sat obediently beside her, practically on her booted feet. A peculiar uncertainty gripped her as she heard the sound of someone approaching and she didn’t know where it came from. Why was she suddenly nervous to pop in on Lan? Maybe because it had been so long and the world around them had changed. Maybe he had changed? Would he still be the sweet, stuttering boy she knew? Was she still the same person? No...not really.
