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 Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 8:36 pm
Her father told her this was supposed to be an easy run. A message from Kusini hold to the Weyrleader about tithes and then from Meka Hold to MasterWeaver Emoraan about new clothes and fabrics. It was her brother Ceggar's favorite run. He had some girl that he was walking with at Rias Weyr but he was caught up with business at Ista.
It was supposed to be an easy run.
Kallista came up on the weyr as the golden queen launched herself into the air, screaming a challenge for all to hear. Swallowing, the girl concentrated as hard as she could on her task. With the queen in a mating flight, the Weyrleader would surely be occupied. Sighing, she followd the familiar trail to the weyr. Perhaps she could wait out the flight... it was her duty to deliver her message to the weyrleader and only the weyrleader.
Which...she would know who he was after the flight.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:33 pm
She had been given a room in the weyr to wait out the results of the flight. Unsure of what to do with the sudden free time, Kallista went over to her pack and carefully unwrapped a certain bundle. Instantly, sands spewed at her feet burying them in seconds. Gently, she lifted out a flit egg. A fire lizard she had heard some call them. One of the holders had paid her with the egg; he had guarenteed her that she could bargain for anything with this egg.
A tray of meatrolls and fruits had been left for her as she waited.
Maybe, she pondered as she held onto the warm egg, she should just head onto Rias Hold and come back by the weyr. But that would take more time and that was one this a runner prided themselves on. Was being fast and punctual, delivering a message with accuracy. Time was a runner's best and worst enemy. A runner's reputation was bult on speed and accuracy. Hazel eyes flashed as she jumped up and went outside. Surely there had to be another person she could deliver the message to... IT had only said on her message to deliver to the weyr leader. Surely, there had to be someone in charge while a flight went on. Perhaps it was up to Kallista to find out who was in command during a mating flight.... Though she did have some time to spare.
She was her father's fastest runner after all. Even if she was just an apprentice.
Going back into the room, she waited for her egg to hatch.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 5:17 am
Carella had been passing by and had paused after hearing movement within the room. Her curly hair had been forced back away from her eyes with a strip of green cloth and cradled in her arms was her newly hatched brown firlizard. The little creature was still asleep, stuffed to the brim after its first ravenous feeding.
"Hello? Anyone there?" She of all people was the most unhappy with the new Weyrleader, M'xan was a harsh and cold man, tied to tradition like a Runnerbeast to a post. Seh only hoped Ephia could knock some sense into him.
She stepped inside, listening to the soft sounds of Zence breathing into his wing and paused once more. She was desperate for some company now, especially after seeing L'cian so miserable. She was usually quite shy but slowly she was beginning to break free of her shell and bloom into a woman of courage.
"Hello?" She called again, eyes finally settling upon another in the room.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 9:12 pm
Looking up, Kallista watched a girl with a small brown flit in her arms enter the room. Her hazel eyes stared at the girl who was near her age before manners took over and she gave a slight bow.
"Hello there. I am runner Kallista, I am waiting to see the Weyrleader or Weyrwoman. I have an imporant message to deliver. It is from the Lord Holder of Kusini. Do you know if they are available yet?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 4:40 am
"Welcome to Rias!" Carella smiled, "I hope they have been treating you well. I'm Carella." The girl moved closer and glanced around the room. "If the message is from the Lord Holder it must be very important, I'm sure that you'll be visited in a while."
Then her thoughts turned to the new Weyrleader and her smile faded very slightly. "The new Weyrleader M'xan will probably want to hear the message himself at some point but I haven't heard word of either of them being seen just yet."
She wondered briefly how Ephia was, the poor woman being ravaged out in the open by a man who she despised. It was an awful thing to happen to a woman, and to the Queen who had also shown a dislike for Enelth.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 10:23 pm
Kallista wrinkled her nose at this. THe flight had been over and she did not know how long it took for things to go back to normal. Nodding in the other girl's direction, she spoke quietly. "A runner must be punctual. A runner must deliver the message to whom it is intended,"
Suddenly, there was a shaking and rattling of the little egg. Spinning around, the runner girl paid the newcomer no mind as she ran to the cracking shell. Grabbing a meatroll, she waited anxiously for the little head to pop through.
"It was given to me as a gift. I was hoping it would wait until I returned home to hatch!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 3:32 am
Carella nodded, "and I bet you're all of those things! You must be if you were chosen to take this message." She didn't want to ponder on bad things anymore, her life was wonderful now and she wanted it to stay that way.
Zence's eyes opened a little at the sound of the egg moving and he extended his tiny wings, creening expectantly, turning his head towards where the egg shook.
"Oh! that was a fine gift you were given!" Ella explained, stepping back a little to give Kallista room to impress the little one. "I wonder what colour will hatch from it." She looked down to the brown in her arms and tapped the little one's nose. "Now hush Zence, no need for that noise." But the minature brown paid her no heed, moving from her arms to sit on her shoulder. He wanted to see the birth of his brother or sister.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 7:59 pm
She grabbed the tray of meatrolls and waited for the little head to crack through its shell. Forgetting temporarily about her message, the runner girl watched as a light blue head and body burst through its shell. Immediately feeling its hunger pangs, Kallista shoved chunks of meatroll into its wide open mouth.
"Silly creature, you will eat yourself to death if you do not slow down."
Ripping smaller shreds, the hold girl continued to feed the creature. Its eyes whirled red-orange with hunger and passion. Stretching his wings, the little blue shook himself. Finally his mouth closed and his hunger sated, the small dragonet chirped to its visitors as if to thank them for being there when he came into the world. And then the little blue took a step into Kallista's arms and fell asleep.
"This would be Follar, Carella."
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 9:02 pm
Sighing softly, T'nel moved swiftly down the cavern halls, carrying a replacement glowbasket. He had been recruited to deliver it, mostly because he had been a runner and could deliver it quickly, and because Falmanth was currently sleeping off a heavy meal. He searched along the corridor, looking for the room in which the messanger Kallista was staying in. Turning a corner, he found an open door and a faint glow coming from within. Thinking this might be the place, he popped his head in.
"Er..Is this the room of Kallista?" he asked hesitantly, clutching at the glowbasket.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 9:06 pm
Turning from the sleeping blue, Kallista nodded as the boy entered. He looked familiar. But then again, runners ran into each other quite often at stations. Moving swiftly up to him, she gave him a quick once over and then adjusted her posture.
"That I am. And who would you be to know my name? Have you come from the weyrleader?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 5:05 am
She smiled at the little blue and nodded, "pretty name."
With the little one born Zence curled himself about Ella's neck and once again fell asleep, his breath tickling her skin. She suddenly felt warm inside at knowing the little brown on her shoulder would stay with her for as long as she lived.
However as the messenger arrived she stepped back in a shy manner, hoping the shadows to hide her from sight. Best stay out of runner business and mind her own.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 7:59 pm
"Ah, pardon my rudeness. I'm T'nel, rider of blue Falmanth, and I'm afraid not." he smiled ruefully and held up the glow. "I've orders from the headwoman to deliver you a new glowbasket." He hesistated a moment, before continuing. "But, if you need him, I'm sure I could inform him that his presence is required."
It should be late enough now.. he though privately.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 9:42 pm
She gave her head a little toss. A young dragon rider. Well, if he could get her to the Weyrleader. Nodding slowly, she looked over at Carella who had begun to shy away. Smiling warmly at the girl, she moved quietly by her side.
"I need to take the Weyrleader an important message. Can you watch Follar while he sleeps? This should not take long. Deliver the message. Collect my marks. And I shall be back down shortly."
Looking back at T'nel, she gave him another look. "I would appreciate seeing him as this message is from the Lord Holder of Kusini Hold."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 8:48 am
"Yes, yes of course!" Ella smiled warmly at the girl, settling herself on a seat and gazing at the young rider. "I'll watch over him as he sleeps, go and deliver your message!" It felt good to be helpful.
She gazed at her own little brown once more with a smile playing at her lips.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:04 pm
"I shall repay you when I have the chance. Thank you for your help. You are a good person."
Moving to the cavern entrance, she gave the blue rider a look. Taking her message out of her pouch, she clinched it in her fist. Raising her head a little higher, she moved past him. "Please lead the way, T'nel. This message must reach the Weyrleader's hands."
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