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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:18 pm
Kallista looked up at the hill. Bwanan Hold was a small hold outside of Ista that provided fruits to the surrounding area. Kallista licked her lips in anticipation, hoping to sample some of their wares while she dropped her message off to Holder Calcatran. A good man with a merry wife and adorable children.
Moving quickly, she noticed that most of the residents were out and about today. Either in the orchards working with the fruit or in the hold itself, doing every day tasks needed to keep the place running efficiently. Kallista moved with ease and familiarity through the small hold and came up to Calcatran's home. It was a very simple building; built large and with wide spaces to allow breezes to blow through and chase away Ista's heat, Kallista never got tired of seeing the colorful tapestries created by the aunties of the hold.
Slowing down, Kallista only had eyes for what was in front of her and not the skies above her head.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:42 pm
It was a puzzling paradox, at least to C’ren. The Weyr was overcrowded. Everyone knew that. Shards, even the Holdsfolk were hearing that, as if they couldn’t already tell from the rising tithes. C’ren, for one, despised the conditions; it was already bad enough that he had to deal with other people. Rubbing shoulders with them in literal terms… ugh. The dragonrider shuddered a little at the thought of all that sweat and grit. Because of that, the Greenrider was eager for any excuse to get out of the Weyr. Unfortunately, that meant going on Search. And that meant dealing with more people. And bringing more people into the overcrowded Weyr.
Yeah. More than once, C’ren entertained thoughts of simply not doing anything at all. But, while he bitched and whined about the conditions he and Ceylith had to live under, the idea of letting the dragonets in those eggs die was simply unthinkable.
Overhead, just where Kallista wasn’t looking, Ceylith bugled, announcing her arrival. C’ren merely tried to look majestic, a difficult task for a man who barely brushed 5’ 7’’. The green dragon circled the Hold a few times, trying to find a good place to set down. Or, more precisely, a place that would keep C’ren from complaining too much. Eventually, the pair set down shortly inside the walls, Ceylith folding her wings neatly behind her. C’ren slid down the dragon’s side with as much dignity as he could muster before brushing himself off.
Remind me again why I volunteered for this? he asked Ceylith mentally. Out loud, he told a nearby drudge, “I’m Greenrider C’ren and Ceylith are here on Search. Hurry up, before Ceylith gets hungry.”
Ceylith didn’t bother answering the question, since they both knew the answer. She merely looked over the people who were already gathering; even a Green dragon was the center of attention at a place like this. It was either this or staying in the Weyr, she reminded her rider anyway. And you were asked to come out here…
One by one, the Green passed over the children and young adults, sensing something she didn’t like in each of them. Her eyes swirled with yellow, a sign of anxiety, as she related the bad news to C’ren.
C’ren frowned. “There must be at least one here. Is there anyone missing? Anyone at all?”
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:58 pm
Holder Calcatran came up to C'ren and bobbed his head. He was a shy sort of man who had once dreamed of being a rider himself. What young boy didn't? But he was content to manage his small hold and devote himself to his family; when it came time to tithes, Cancatran didn't complain but allowed the Weyr his juiciest fruits.
"Welcome to Bwana, rider C'ren. Please, make yourself welcome and thank you for the honor of Search." Though the holder was the taller of the two men, he bobbed again and gave a smile. "We are in the middle of harvest, so do not mind if I go back to the fields. Please, let someone know if there are any wants you need met."
Before Calcatran could step away, Kallista stepped forward. She had been startled when the green had bugled and landed in the small courtyard but refused to let herself be seen as unsettled. Her hazel eyes took in the green rider who seemed to have a chip on his shoulder that he carried in his stance. The green dragon, however, was stunning. An amazing rainbow of lighter shades of green that shimmering in the overhead sun.
"Holder, sir. A moment of your time. Holder Ulbreen from Yetketh has sent a message, sir. StationMaster Byrand sent me to deliver this message." Reaching into the bag slung over her shoulder, Kallista pulled out a sealed roll of wherry hide. A runner never read a message not sent to them unless it was the utmost of emergencies. A runner always delivered their message quickly and with accuracy. No one but whom the message was for received, not even their mate or child.
Giving an nod and slight bow in acknowledgment of the green rider, Kallista allowed her air to change to one of deference. In her past experiences, most riders appreciated it when you treated them with an air of respect. And since her father was loyal to the Weyr, it only made sense that she would be as well. "Good day, green rider. Greetings from Runner Station Sandy Bend and Master Byrand."
Calcatren took the message and broke open the seal. He read it once and then broke out into a grin. "Why this is excellent news! I shall go and write a response at once. Please stay around for the return journey?"
"But of course, Lord Holder." Kallista responded promptly.
During this quick exchange, many people had gathered around the green dragon and her rider, hoping to catch their attention for Search or offer goods to be sold.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 7:14 pm
‘Honor’ of the Search. They always said that, C’ren recalled. They’d said that at his cothold too, when the riders came for Search. Ha! That wasn’t what they said once the riders were gone though. He accepted the greeting as graciously as he could, which was with a mere nod of his head before turning his attention back to the dragon. “Do not let me detain you,” he said, a phrase that could’ve been taken many different ways.
A Runner’s message didn’t concern him at all, nor did the Runner herself. He barely even acknowledged her friendly greeting, only spending a moment on a glance. A dragonrider’s mind was always focused on their dragon. Not to mention, the growing crowds were setting him on edge. He sidled closer to the green dragon, attempting to set himself some ways away from the curious folk. This was probably one of the only times they had ever seen a dragon. Normally Searches were confined to the larger Holds, ones with more children to spare. A Hold like this would probably need every child they could get.
Ceylith, however, was very interested in the girl. Her eyes cleared up in a pristine blue quickly and she tilted her head to one side. This one was different. Or at least she could satisfy one of the eggs. Possibly… unfortunately, the people were gathering, cutting off Ceylith’s path to the Runner-girl. But a dragon never had to stand at the back of a crowd, waving for attention. A mere flap of her wings was enough to cause the people to retreat a few steps, allowing herself and her rider some breathing space.
That one, she told her rider. The runner. The one you didn’t even speak to, even after she was polite to you. The dragon’s thoughts were laced with minor disproval. It wouldn’t kill you to be nice, C’ren…
It could. For all we know, it may very well send me into shock. And then you’d be alone… Well, the girl was it? Alright, so maybe C’ren regretted ignoring her now, but that was only because it would be difficult to talk to her again. “Wait a moment, please. You. No, not you. The one…” he sighed, briefly covering his face. “The Runner. Come over here a moment. Ceylith wants a closer look at you.”
The Green dragon made an odd noise as she looked at her rider.
C’ren got the message. “If don’t mind,” he added belatedly, in tones that made it quite clear that he didn’t mind at all if she stayed away.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 7:26 pm
Kallista had started to head towards the kitchens where she knew fresh bread and fresh redfruit juice would be waiting for her. Calcatran was a honorable man who would not only pay her for the journey back but possible add a tip in as well. Her copperish hair glinted in the light as she turned her head towards the rider.
He had been cold to the point of almost being rude. Keeping an air of deference around her, she moved easily through the crowds. Some of the younger children who did not yet have duties hung back to stare at the green, while others moved on back to their tasks. Eyes, both out in the open and behind doors, kept the rider and dragon in sight.
Kallista took in the sight of the rider. He was lean and wiry, hard muscled though he didn't look past his third decade. His eyes seemed cold and shadowed, though they took in everything around him. He was as dark as his green was bright and bold. Another slight bow, one could never give enough respect, Kallista stood straight up and looked the rider in the eye.
"Tis an honor, green rider, that your dragon would take an interest in me. My name is Kallista, out of Sandy Bend Runner Station." Looking the green -Ceylith- the rider had stated, for Kallista missed nothing, she gave the dragon a sweet smile. "And good day to you, green Ceylith. I wonder why one as large as you would want to see someone as slight as myself?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 7:46 pm
Ceylith, for one, rather enjoyed the attention, especially from the children. They were just so tiny! It was hard to imagine her C’ren as a child, she had to admit. She spread her wings wide, delighting in the oohs and aahs that she elicited. It was one of those little joys in life, one of the joys of going to the smaller Holds. At the Weyrs, a Green such as herself would barely get a moment’s notice, unless she was Rising. Then she was very much the center of attention, at least from the male dragon population.
Still, this was business, she reminded herself. Slowly, she moved closer to the Runner girl, careful to avoid stepping on anyone. Putting her horselike face close to the girl, Ceylith’s blue eyes focused, blinking slowly. She didn’t speak, of course; very few dragons chose to speak to those who weren’t their riders. Still, she was pleased. Very pleased, actually.
Ceylith wasn’t the only one studying the girl; C’ren watched as well, making notes about how she reacted to the dragon’s intense interest. “Look at Ceylith, not me,” he said with a wave of his hand. “She’s the one who wants a better look at you.”
The fact that she called Ceylith by name gave her points, he admitted grudgingly. Very professional, if her behavior earlier was anything to judge by and, most likely, it was. And within age-range as well. And, most importantly, Ceylith liked her. C’ren put a whole lot more faith into the dragon’s assessment of human beings than he did.
Finally, the green dragon settled back, looking distinctly pleased with herself. I like her, she announced to her rider, quite happy with this new development. She didn’t run away from me. Or from you.
That brought a small smile to the rider’s face, the first time he had smiled since touching down here. But it vanished soon enough. “Ceylith likes you,” he told her off-handedly. “And I trust her judgment. What do you think of a chance to Impress at Ista Weyr?”
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 7:55 pm
Kallista stood still as Ceylith moved closer to look her over. For what, she was not completely sure. The runner girl had heard of Searches occurring before and it explained why so many others gathered around the rider and his life mate.
Almost hypnotized, she stared back as the dragon breathed onto her. The smell was strange. Like spice, ash and oil Did all dragons smell the same? She started to lift a hand to touch the muzzle in front of her but dropped her hand back down. Common sense and manners dictated that one did not touch a rider's dragon without permission. Not if they wanted to keep their hand at any rate.
Taking a breathe as the emerald creature stepped back, she barely made sense of what the rider was saying. The first words out of her mouth were, "Are you serious? I have a run to complete!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 8:06 pm
C’ren had expected an outright denial. These small Holds hated giving up their children, especially since every hand was needed for the harvest. Or perhaps the girl was simply too afraid to move away from Ceylith. What he hadn’t expected was an actual reason, a claim that she had a run to complete. That caught the rider by some mild surprise. It didn’t remain long though.
“It’s not a very good joke, is it?” he said, after pretending to think about it for a moment. “Coming out here, asking you to stand over here, getting Ceylith to examine you, and then asking if you’d like a chance to Impress… not a very good joke at all… so, no. It’s not a joke. If I ever joke, I assure you, you won’t even have to ask.”
But… he just shrugged. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. If you’d rather have a life of running and delivering messages, that’s your choice. Come on, Ceylith. We have other Holds to get to.” The rider went to work at checking the straps, making sure they were holding nicely.
While the words didn’t affect the rider much, the dragon was clearly more disappointed. Her wing tips momentarily sagged and her eyes dimmed. She even let out a small whine of a noise. For a dragon it was small, anyway. It still sent vibrations through the bones of those closest. But she couldn’t disobey her rider. Still, that sort of dedication… it was the same thing she had sensed in C’ren. It was different here, but still there.
Do we have to leave her? she complained. She would be a good rider… look, she hasn’t even gone to get a drink yet, even after delivering her message and everything. That’s passion.
If she wants that life instead of this one, that’s her loss. We can’t make her come with us.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 8:17 pm
At his statements, Kallista scoffed at him. Her father would be proud and then turn around and scold her. The green rider was her elder AND a rider but still...
"You are a rider, you know of Duty. A runner has a duty to his or her station and to the recipient of their messages. Holder Ulbreen and Holder Calcatran obviously have important business they need to discuss. And since, the holds are a considerable distance from each other and neither holder has a flit to deliver messages, it is my Duty to deliver what needs to be said..."
Her eyes and attention shifted when Ceylith made a sad sort of sound. The dragon was obviously distressed about her words but if runners just stopped delivering messages, who knew what would happen? It was sheer madness to think about it. But...
"Is it necessary for me to come right away? A runner always completes the run and then returns to the Station. As long as there are no petitions for me, I could ask to come to the Weyr... Maybe seek you out?" She asked this carefully, unsure of how this salty rider would act. It was indeed a honor to be asked to come to the Weyr; her brothers would be over the Dawn Sisters if they found out about it. How often were females Searched? Was there a gold on the Sands. Kallista frowned and tried to remember.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 8:30 pm
The scoffing was ignored as unimportant, especially when compared to getting the straps on the dragon perfect. That was something a life could depend on. More than that, since a dragon without a rider would immediately jump between. Her little lecture about duty---and Duty, actually; in the girl’s mouth, it was clear that the word could be capitalized to emphasize it’s importance in her life---went by his ear. He didn’t have to take this from her. So he wouldn’t.
Ceylith’s actions were even more concerning; as soon as that noise had emerged from the dragon’s muzzle, C’ren was patting her nose comfortingly. Her happiness was a lot more important to him than some girl’s. Ceylith… how much time do we have? he asked. You’re normally not this distressed if someone turns down the offer…
Not much, the dragon admitted. The Hatching will happen soon. You said… she paused for a moment, searching her brief memory. The Touching will happen soon, yes? Then the Hatching. We need to hurry.
“There’s not a whole lot of time. The shells on the eggs are already hard,” he said over his shoulder at the Runner. “And getting to the Weyr isn’t easy, even for a Runner. How about…” the rider paused for a moment, once again going into a brief mental conversation with his dragon. “Ceylith has offered to give you a ride to your Station, Runner. Then, if you have no petitions, you can return with us to the Weyr. How is that?”
Ceylith sat back slightly, feeling very pleased with herself for offering the idea. Once again she turned her eyes on the Runner, wondering what the dedicated young woman’s response would be.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 8:48 pm
It distressed her to see the green so upset about her not coming with them. By this time, Holder Calcatren had returned, wherry hide resealed and two marks in his right hand. He took in the sight of the runner next to Rider C'ren and smiled.
"Thank you for your visit, Rider C'ren. Be assured, you will always be welcome at Bwanan Hold. Runner Kallista, please return this to Ulbreen. And of course, keep the extra from the charge. A pleasant day to you both."
Handing over the hide and the marks, the Holder went back to what was most important in his life-his fields and family.
Kallista immediately put the message and marks into her shoulder bag. Tying the bag as tight as possible, she looked back over to C'ren. It was like he was challenging her in a way... Seeing how she would react, what type of person she was... Well! She definitely was not a person who would shrink away from her duties or responsibilities. Thinking his offer over, she could admit privately, it would be nice to ride atop a dragon. This may be her only chance. Nodding slowly, Kallista made up her mind.
"A fine proposition. My thanks to you, Ceylith. Hold Yetketh is to the north of here and after that, my station. I accept your offer. Once I have fulfilled this run, as long as there are no petitions, then I am yours for the taking."
She hoped that this would cheer up the green dragon. It didn't seem right for dragons to be so sad or distressed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 9:07 pm
“I do believe that my day has already been vastly improved. Good day, sir,” C’ren said in his rather ambivalent way. It sounded polite enough, but what he really meant was, ‘thank the first egg I’ll get out of here soon! My day will be improved by that alone!’.
C’ren… that’s not very nice. He hasn’t done anything to you… came the predictable complaint from Ceylith. One day, she decided, she’d have to learn more about her rider’s life before her. Actually, she had asked him about this several times. She just rarely remembered any of it. The acceptance of her offer clearly cheered the dragon up; suddenly, she was holding her head high once more, wings off the ground. The fact that the Runner spoke to her directly brought up her mood even more.
Actually… now that she thought about it, the Runner hadn’t been talking directly to her rider. Well, sort of. She just hadn’t mentioned him by name. That was a bit distressing, since Ceylith liked to see her rider respected. But he didn’t seem annoyed by it, so she decided not to be annoyed either.
The girl’s reactions pleased C’ren, even if he didn’t show it. He always liked it when others showed some fire. He gave the straps one final check before starting to speak. “Alright. Keep in mind that riding a dragon is not like riding a runnerbeast. Try not to squeeze with your legs; Ceylith won’t like that. After I’m up, Ceylith will offer a leg-up. Use the straps to help you up. Clutch my waist because Ceylith here is one of the fastest dragons in the Weyr.”
Ceylith snorted at the compliment and shoved her rider with her nose. The message was clear: stop bragging about me, you ninny. Still, she offered her leg to her rider who, with the practice of ten years, skillfully made it up. Then the green offered her leg to the Runner.
What’s her name, C’ren? she asked suddenly, realizing her rider hadn’t asked yet.
Actually, C’ren hadn’t even considered it. Now that Ceylith reminded him, it was almost embarrassing… “By the way. What’s your name? I’ll need it for the records.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 9:21 pm
"My name is Kallista, green rider. I do not believe you have extended me the courtesy of your name, either. Unless, you wish to keep this formal, then I shall continue to call you by rank." The runner tried not to sound contrite or snippy in her last comment.
This one really was cynical and almost acidic in his responses. However, since he was not being rude and was performing a task just as she was, Kallista made sure her temper and manners stayed in check. Her eyes had lightened slightly, adding more green with their hazel coloring. This was the first dragon rider she had ever met and she hoped that not all of them were as cold as what between was said to be like.
She watched attentively, not taking her eyes off the rider or dragon. His approach to mounting seemed simple enough. Taking note that of where he grabbed and how he hoisted himself up, Kallista moved forward. When it was her turn, she simply hefted herself up and settled behind the rider. She grunted with the effort, definitely not like mounting a runner beast, and was pleased that she did not fall off the other side. That would have been a huge embarrassment and probably ended her Search there.
Encircling her arms around the rider's waist, she was a little surprised at the tone underneath his riding gear. Not that she would make mention of it. As burly as this one was, Kallista had an inkling of an idea that he would not accept a compliment lightly. Holding on tight, though not tight enough to end his breathing, Kallista looked down to make sure her bad was still sealed shut. "I am ready when you are... Is there anything else I need to do? Have you been to Yetketh Hold before?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 9:51 pm
“C’ren,” he said, offering no apology for not saying it earlier. He had simply figured she had been listening; he often did, even when such things were impossible. Hmm… to go between or not. That was the question. On one hand, Ceylith was fast; it wouldn’t take too long to get to Yetketh Hold. On the other hand, she couldn’t fly forever either. Her stamina was low, even compared to other Greens. He shifted slightly on Ceylith’s back, a hint that he didn’t appreciate the grabbing, even when he had directly told her too.
It was just… ugh. She hadn’t even bathed yet, after all that running. All of that sweat… uegh. He made a mental note to get down to the lake as soon as possible once this task was over. It would be hours before he felt clean enough to go back to his weyr. He made his decision about between then and there: he wanted to be clean as soon as possible.
“Yes, I’ve been there. Now, we’re going to have to go between. Whatever you do, don’t let go. It’ll be freezing. And, please, if you must vomit, please try to aim it away from me and Ceylith. Between is extremely cold, so be prepared for that. It’ll only last three heartbeats; just keep telling yourself that. No longer how long it seems, it actually is very short.” His own first encounter with between, as he recalled, had been rather embarrassing. Lots of clinging was involved.
Ceylith looked over her shoulder as best she could, making a small question of a noise. Are we ready? Is she ready? Is she holding on tightly enough, C’ren? She won’t fall, will she? Shouldn’t she have a drink before leaving? Are you sure you want to go between? It won’t take that long by the wing…
Yes, I’m sure. She’s sweaty. came the firm answer. “Yes, Ceylith. We’re ready,” he said out loud. “Hold on tight. Take-offs are always rough. And you there! Back off! Yes, you!” he waved his hands vaguely at the crowd, who apparently still didn’t understand that the pair had to leave. They were reluctant to leave, but they eventually got the message and slowly moved away. A few of them glared balefully up at the Runner, clearly annoyed that someone not from the Hold had been searched.
Once she had enough room, Ceylith spread her wings wide and gave them a few beats. The colorful tapestries waved in the generated breeze. A few powerful beats later, and the trio was airborne. What had been a bulky and ungainly creature on the ground became poetry in motion in the air. Just the slightest adjustment of her wingtips would send Ceylith careening gracefully in another direction, as if flying was nothing at all. She enjoyed the moment blissfully, letting out a happy bugle, sharing her joy with her rider. Even the feeling of wind against her hide was glorious.
And then came between, that horrible realm of icy nothingness. It was oblivion. C’ren tensed, every muscle clenching for a moment. Even a rider of ten years wasn’t used to going into that realm of darkness and cold. One… two… three… they burst back into the world of the living, over Yetketh Hold. Closer to the ocean, the smell of salty air invigorated the wind. While Bwanan Hold relied on the fruits and tapestries, Yetketh was more dependent on the bounty of the sea.
Ceylith gave another call before landing outside of the Hold gracefully and offered her arm up to help the two down.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 10:11 pm
Kallista merely nodded as he explained between to her. She listened carefully to his every instruction and made mental notes to herself. The girl managed not to squeak as they took over. Several powerful pumps later, they were in the air. Kallista got an amazing view of Bwanan Hold from the air before it all went away.
Between was the ultimate nothingness. She wasn't going to get sick but she did want to scream. Clamping her teeth down firmly on her bottom lip, Kallista understood that this was much worst than the darkness of the night or the monsters under the bed. Hadn't she heard tales of riders and dragons not returning from between? Instinctively, she clutched even tighter at C'ren belt.
Suddenly, they burst back into open air. The sun was shining, wherries and smaller avian creatures were in the air, and the smell of the sea hit her. They had made it. Kallista felt lightheaded and realized she need to start breathing again. Taking a deep breathe, she let the feeling of dizziness wash over her. Loosing her grip slightly, the runner dared to look over and see Yetketh Hold in the same fashion that she had seen Bwanan. Simply amazing. How small everything appeared from above!
As soon as Ceylith landed, Kallista patted her pouch to make sure its contents were still there. Could one loose possessions during the journey between? Kallista wasn't sure and she was pleased that she still had all her items. When the dragon offered her leg to allow her passage down, the runner let go of C'ren and made her way to the ground.
"This will not take but a moment, Rider C'ren. I am familiar with this hold and its layout. I shall return quickly!"
And with that, she took off in a run. She was best at sprinting, though she knew how to pace herself for a long run. Kallista nodded to the guards who recognized her shoulder knots and station colors. With simple directions called out to her, she was able to make her way to the main hall. Just like at Bwanan, it was a large building with open rooms. Holds this small had no steward to announce travelers. She waited while a young child fetched the Holder for her. An older man soon appeared through a side door and approached her.
"Ah, Runner Kallista. Though I am amazed to here that you arrived on the back of a green. I have sent refreshments and my wife to greet them. Do you have the reply?" Brisk and to the point was Holder Ulbreen.
Nodding, Kallista bowed once and opened up her bag. Solemnly handing the holder the message, she waited while he read it and hoped that there would be no need for a reply. After all, she had been Searched! She needed to return to her station as quickly as possible.
"Good, good! Thank you for completing this run for me. I will make sure to let the station master know of your accuracy and swiftness. Will you stay a moment and have a drink?"
"My apologies, Holder Ulbreen. But it is a rider who has brought me and has further need of me still. Perhaps another time. I must return to my station." Kallista bowed again. With a wave of his hand, Ulbreen dismissed her so that she could continue about her duties. Always a pleasant child, very polite and respectful whenever he saw her. Though, overall, he didn't approve of females running. They should be at home, tending to other duties.
Kallista reappeared quickly back at the courtyard. She looked up at Ceylith and C'ren. "See, no time at all!
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