Kytara sat, her back against a boulder, as she watched the weyrling lessons from afar. As usual she was scribbling away, recording everything she saw and thought. It was her way of expressing herself and being heard, no, more than that, it was her form of breathing. She glanced up, a stray strand of her sun bleached hair falling loose from where it was supposed to be bound. A few weeks had gone by since the Impression, but the events still weighed on her mind. It had been a violent Impression, something the young Harper had never thought of as a possible reality. Still, it had been all she expected and more.
She brushed the hair away and resumed her writing, stopping only occasionally to give her hand a rest. She was disappointed, but it was only to be expected. After all, she had been only one of a large group that had not been chosen. She smiled as she looked down to see the glimmer that signified the new queen. She was beautiful, and so many hopes rested on her. Thatz hummed in an irritated way near her head. She laughed and reached a hand into her bag, offering the remains of her breakfast to her. "Sorry. It's all that's left till lunch."
She brushed the hair away and resumed her writing, stopping only occasionally to give her hand a rest. She was disappointed, but it was only to be expected. After all, she had been only one of a large group that had not been chosen. She smiled as she looked down to see the glimmer that signified the new queen. She was beautiful, and so many hopes rested on her. Thatz hummed in an irritated way near her head. She laughed and reached a hand into her bag, offering the remains of her breakfast to her. "Sorry. It's all that's left till lunch."
