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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 2:32 pm
Serfie had been hovering on the fringes of the growing camp of dragonriders, traders and craftsmen alike, including, Serfie shuddered, Wherhandlers and their creatures, if she thought Dragons had been the monsters of her childhood, Whers were very ... VERY real. She was more afraid of them than she was of dragons by now, though whenever one seemed to even seem to look her way she would flee deep into the woods again. So far she hadn't ventured into the camp but tonight.... tonight would be different, she'd worked out the patrols and figured she knew a way to get into the camp without coming face to face with a Wher.
It was dusk she she finally left the trees, flinching at every sudden movement, her heart thudded so hard in her chest she thought it would burst, her knife at the ready in case she'd miscalculated the patrol. The very edge of the camp was quiet, people were getting ready for bed, others were preparing themselves for a busy night but the very edges seemed quiet at the moment. So far so good, Serfie was still very nervous but getting bolder, she dared to venture further into the camp, getting closer to the people. Her hands were trembling, fearful she'd be grabbed at any second and lynched, thrown out and worse. She'd been present once at a Holdless Lynching and it hadn't been pleasant.
Apparently she'd reached some kind of storage facility, she was tempted to enter but despite the fact it seemed unguarded she didn't dare, she couldn't see inside, nor could she hear anything. Suddenly a noise from nearby had her looking for some cover but she'd been foolish, there actually wasn't anywhere to hide, instead she flattened herself against the walls of the storage building, praying the shadows would hide her. She held her knife close to her, laying flat against her chest, ready to use at a moment's notice.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 3:07 pm
Poor Serfie. the noise was very real indeed, the ever awake Natai restlessly walking the slowly wearing paths of her Weyrhold. With more people came more tracks, more things to track and harden the ground beneath them. Natai did not do well alone at night, too close to people while not being near enough.
Her own mind confused her sometimes.
Truffle perched on her shoulder, small an fat and all but invisible in the darkness. The soft light of glows placed periodically around the Weyrhold did little to enhance - the wild whers and felines were kept at bay by their own beasts rather than fear of fire or light. The firelizard chirped and nuzzled at Natai' ear. She chuckled under her breath, one slim hand rising to rub at his round little chin.
"What is it? Are you tired?" She murmured. Truffle huffed and pushed up on his hind legs, neck outstretched. He sniffed the air and caught Natai's ear in his claws. He used to cling to her hair before Natai shaved it. Truffle sent feelings of Scent! New scent! Move scent! and tugged at her ear.
Natai glanced at the storage building where Truffle pointed his little head. She had to squint to see the little shift of shadows, of darkness on darker shades, something that made up an almost-shape. Iachixth rustled in the back of her mind, a huge dozing presence that trickled curiosity.
"Hello?"
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 9:57 am
shitshitshit was all that was going through Serfie's mind at that moment, she'd hoped the noise had been nothing, some animal scurrying through the camp. She barely dared breath as she held perfectly still, only her fingers on the hand by her side twitching against her will.
Well shaff, she hadn't counted on firelizard pets, she heard the chirp, too close.. far too close. Pleaseplease don't set a wher on her, she prayed. Someone moving about could only mean she'd gotten her timing wrong, someone was patrolling surely.
"Hello?"....ohshit she'd been seen... had she? she didn't dare reply, instead she tried her best to inch away, if she could just get to the back of the building she could make a run for it, if she could get to the trees before the wher caught her she could get away... she clutched the knife just a little tighter to her as she edged away.
However luck wasn't on Serfie's side, she failed to notice some baskets stacked along the edge of the building, and she tripped as she tried to get away, sending them flying.
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