Be wary of the wherrie

[Ceinwen and Drusillith]

Getting an early start, Ceinwen rolled out of her little bed in the infirmary, washed, dressed, grabbed a light meal and then headed out of the Weyr and out into the countryside. She brought her packs with her, along with a walking stick and her water skin. She intended to venture out a little further this morning in search of other flora available to them on the island.

It had been a usual occurrence back in High Reaches, for her to walk several kilometers each morning before the holders had finished their breakfast while she completed her clippings, cataloging and collections. This morning was different though. As she traversed through the vegetation, her mind was far from her task and more agreeably engaged in the pondering of a pair of fine eyes that matched her colorful surroundings.

Had she been paying more attention to the ground and not to men who flew in the sky of the backs of dragons, she might have noted the signs and avoided the wild wherrie nesting grounds. But sadly, she wandered the wrong way that morning and found herself face to face with an angered avian. Ceinwen gulped as she looked at the crouched form of the proto-feather creature as it stared her down from its defensive stance. Holding her staff across her chest in hopes that she could keep the beast at bay should it attempt to strike, she slowly backed away. ‘What have you gotten yourself into,’ she chided herself as she took another feeble step backward.

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[L'dron and Heroth]

As soon as Landron had arrived with the other refugees in their apparent new home, he had set to all that he knew: fishing. Yes, he realized that he had been 'chosen' by the brown dragon who had rescued him to stand as a candidate for the next hatching...but that wouldn't change his life for months to come. The queen hadn't even managed to lay these supposed eggs, and already he was beginning to feel the pressure of premature demands.

As unsettling as all these sudden changes were for the young man, Landron was very grateful for the opportunity, no matter how gruff he seemed to be throughout the past weeks of travel. In a few more days time, he would more likely-than-not even be ecstatic as the reality struck him upside the head and he realized he could be bonded with an actual dragon.

But for now, the Journeyman fisher clung to all that he knew: which was his trade. The way Landron reasoned it, he thought this would be how he could contribute most to the newly established community of folk from all over Pern. At least this way he could give them something to eat.

So while everyone busied themselves with their own tasks, he had been hard at work fastening himself a few nets from old cord he had found throughout the unfinished weyr. It had taken him days to complete, but last evening he had finally completed his work. So today he woke up early; earlier than the other candidates he shared quarters with even, and prepared for the first day of truly pulling his own weight. After getting dressed and grabbing a quick cup of Klah and breakfast tubers from the kichen, he was thrilled to discover that there were a few spare runnerbeasts that would make traveling to his small lake destination and hauling back his bounty much more practical. Selecting a black runnerbeast, he strapped his fishing gear to the animal's flank, lept atop it's back, and headed Southeast to the lake that he hoped would not let him down.

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As Landron finally caught the lake in his sights he was distracted by the faint sound of a women's voice...accompanied by the angry clicking typical to that of wherries. Intrigued, he spun the runnerbeast around and went over to investigate. Perhaps he had come across a successful hunt.

When he crested the hill however, Landron was surprised to find a fearful woman trying to defend herself from an angered wherry-hen. "Shards!", he exclaimed, shock highly evident in his baritone voice.

It appeared that fishing would have to wait.

"Miss, try to back away slowly!", he called out to the woman, letting her know that he was going to help. Currently though if he tried to do anything, he would risk stomping on her with the runner...yet it was key that Landron remain in the saddle.


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[Kellin and Apolloth]

When the sun peeked over the horizon, rays of light beamed in through the window of the room Kel'in occupied with several other Weyrlings. As those beams of light danced over Kel'in's face, she grew irritated. Scrunching her nose, Kel turned over to put her back to the light. Sadly, Kel'in was lying on the edge of her bed and had no more space to roll onto. Barely conscious Kel'in's dropped to the floor with a flat thud.

Groaning, Kel rubbed her cheek that had hit the floor straight on. She could already feel the bruise forming. Even tenderly touching the cheek cause her eyes to water. Squinting her eye also shot pain to the bone. Grimacing as much as she could without causing herself more pain, Kel'in sat up on the floor. Dazed with the shock that resulted from her injury and grog of having just woken up, Kel look around.

By this time, Apolloth had awoken and sat up in his spot of resting. After yawning and stretching, Apolloth looked down at Kel.

Your cheek. Apolloth blinked.

Kel'in's hand went up to her cheek again. What? It's that noticable already? Kel'in's brow furrowed. She forced a stiff frown that caused her cheek to hurt and her eye to water. From her bunk, Kel'in had hung a polished slab of metal. Standing up quickly, and limping on her leg, she realized was sore as well, she walked over to that slab. Her cheek had already begun to turn a foul color of purple.

Kel'in cursed. "Tauren will not like seeing this."

Protective as her brother was, Kel'in knew Tauren would assume someone had picked a fight with her and he would fight all of Hell to find out who did and punish them. Of course, Kel'in didn't wish to admit the bruise came from falling out of bed, so she might actually let him go on the rampage without a word.

Holding back a smile, Kel'in dressed and grabbed her pack. She looked up at Apolloth with a big smile, which pained her cheek. We're gonna go for a hike.

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In no time, Kel'in had snuck out of the Weyrling barracks and outside of the Weyr completely. She rode upon Apolloth's back like a runnerbeast and travelled at a light trot. After an hour of riding, Kel'in came upon the wherrie nesting ground. They often told candidates to avoid this area, but on Apolloth, Kel'in could evade any and all wherries.

As Kel'in went along, she caught sight of a wherry. She was about to direct Apolloth away from the creature, when she noticed it was taking a defensive stance against something in the tall grass. From her angle, Kel'in couldn't tell what it was the bird was angry at. Then Kel'in heard the voice of a man. After a quick glance around, she saw no dragon, so she assumed some holdfolk had wandered out here and gotten themself into danger.

Still, Kel'in did not advance. She instructed Apolloth to crouch low to the ground, and she lay flat against his neck, peering through the vegetation, watching for what would happen next.

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[Ceinwen and Drusillith]

Ceinwen did her best to maintain her calm, her eyes never leaving the angry wherrie. “I am not here to take your eggs,” she said in an act of desperation. Not that wild wherries could be reasoned with, but she didn’t have many options at the moment. “I’m only passing through.” The wherrie moved forward, dipping its massive head and tipping it to the side as it sized her up. ‘So not good,’ she thought as her panic rose to a new height.

"Miss, try to back away slowly!"

The sound of another person’s voice was surprising and a massive relief all at the same time. If she did get mauled by that colossal beak at least there would be someone there to drag her off before she bled to death. Ceinwen did as he suggested and continued to slowly step backward, hoping that distance would ease the wherrie’s aggression.

In her attempts to retreat, her foot got caught up in the back of her skirt sending her completely off balance. Struggling to stay upright she flails her arms and stumbles about as she tries to untangle herself from the fabric. Her walking stick is sent into the air as her arms fly up in her attempt to maintain her footing. The stick spins in midair and comes crashing down with a loud thud on the top of the wherries head just as her rump hits the ground. The wherrie is momentarily stunned and then screeches in shock and spins about before fleeing in the opposite direction.

Surprised by her dumb luck, Ceinwen watches in shock for a moment as the wherrie rushes off before coming to the realization that it could very easily alter its course and come at her once more; so she quickly scrambles to her feet hoping she can make a get away before the wherrie attempts any retaliation.

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[L'dron and Heroth]

Landron watched nervously as the woman began to back away as he had advised, when in all form of bad luck, she tripped over her own skirt and began to flail about wildly. He was just about to kick his runnerbeast forward in a last-effort to help her when the lady's luck made an unlikely turn for the better. As she attempted to keep her balance, her walking-stick went sailing through the air, landing smartly on the wherry's head. The stick made a loud cracking sound, resonating throughout the meadow for any living being to hear for quite a distance. Landron almost felt sorry for the beast as it made one last confused squawk before stumbling off to nurse its almost guaranteed headache.

"My apologies," he called out as he urged the obsidian-hued runnerbeast to walk over to the almost-equally shocked woman. "I didn't mean to shock you." He cast her an apologetic look, hoping she did not blame him for her stumble.

Once he reached her, he quickly dismounted and tied the reins to the saddle, allowing the runner to graze on the luscious new spring blades of grass.

"Are you alright, miss? That was quite a stroke of luck you had there..."

As she was about to reply however, he was distracted by the sound of running feet. The dazed an confused wherry had remembered why it had been on the offense in the first place...and was charging straight towards them, obviously outraged. Not having much time to think, Landron grabbed the woman's wrist and took her to the runner's side.

"You'll be safe with the runner." was all he said as he grabbed a fishing spear out of it's saddle-holster. It wasn't meant for avian marks...but it would have to do for now. Taking a deep breath, Landron suddenly ran out and away from the woman and his runner, doing his best to get the wherry to hone in on him.

Sure enough, the bird took him as the biggest threat, and took off after him, quickly closing the gap with one final leap. It was at this point that Landron sent a quick, silent prayer off as he realized how ridiculous his spur of the moment plan was. Too late now though. As the bird leaped for its death-blow with it's fierce talons, Landron spun around and jabbed the fishing-spear up into the beast's chest with all his might. It wasn't enough to kill it immediately, but it was certainly enough to mortally wound the animal. Landron made one more move to avoid the beast's crumpling body so he wouldn't be trapped or wounded by it's death throws, and suddenly the commotion was finally over. Breathing heavily, he slumped down into the tall grass while he waited for his heartbeat to slow down and watched as the bird stilled.

"Well I suppose fishers can be hunters too..." he muttered under his breath, astounded. Adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he shook his sweaty hair out of his eyes and turned his gaze to the woman, a weary and relieved grin spread across his face.

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[Ceinwen and Drusillith]

Ceinwen looked over at the gentleman on the back of an impressive runnerbeast who had come gallantly to her aide. She was embarrassed by her lack of grace. It was her clumsiness, not his calling out to her that had caused her ridiculous display. Brushing the dust from her clothing, she avoided his gaze as he made his way over to her. Feeling her cheeks redden at her own inelegance, an uncomfortable smile crept up at the corner of her mouth.

"Are you alright, miss? That was quite a stroke of luck you had there..."

As she looked up into his face to give her answer she hesitated when she saw his expression suddenly shift. ‘The wherrie,’ she thought as she whipped her head around to the sounds of it making its way back through the brush. Before she had the opportunity to react, the man had griped her by the wrist and was pulling her along. At his direction she followed his lead back to the runner.

"You'll be safe with the runner."

He went for his saddle as she started to protest, but before she could get a word in edgewise he had a spear in hand and was off in the direction of the livid wherrie. It had been aggressive before she had cracked it in the head with her walking stick. Now it was likely to be absolutely murderous. Ceinwen could feel the trepidation welling up inside her. It was bad enough that she had put herself in danger. Now, there was someone else suffering from her stupid mistake.

Ceinwen watched wide-eyed as she shifted nervously from one foot to the other while the confrontation developed before her. She was no fighter, but she would do anything in her power to save him from harm. ‘Damn,’ she thought once she realized that she had failed to retrieve her walking stick. She needed something to use as a weapon and began looking through her bags as well as what might be attached to runner for something she could use in their defense.

The excruciating bray of the wherrie pierced the air and Ceinwen spun on her heals in time to see the beast and the man descend to the ground. The brush was too high and obscured them both from view. Panic filled her chest and she snatched up her healer bag and rushed toward the spot where the man had fallen. As she caught sight of him, she stopped in her tracks. He was sitting surrounded by the tall grass and turned to look at her with a smile that reassured her.

Ceinwen sighed in happy relief, her hand coming to her chest as she tried to still her rapidly pounding heart. Giving him a smile filled with the relief and appreciation she felt she made her way over and crouched down in front of him. For the first time she got a good look at his face. He seemed to be around her age and extremely tan and fit. She placed a hand on his shoulder and examined his dark eyes, searching them for pain or signs that he may have been injured. “Are you alright,” she asked softly, her throat dry from all the brouhaha. “Did you suffer any injuries? Are you in any pain?” Ceinwen really hoped he was alright. She was not sure how she could bare the guilt if he had been injured on her account.

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[L'dron and Heroth]

Landron allowed a nervous laugh escape, the only outward sign of his disbelief. 'That really just happened!!!' Was the only thought that kept flashing repeatedly through his mind as he tried to determine what was reality and what was not. As the woman hurried over to where he had taken his seat, Landron slowly calmed his breathing, taking time to draw in slow, deep breaths.

“Are you alright, did you suffer any injuries? Are you in any pain?”

Landron returned her queries with another genuine smile, his brown eyes meeting her emerald gaze*. "Well, perhaps a bit winded from the exertion... but I'm just fine.", he replied, a bit of subtle laughter hidden in his words. "That wherry, however- is dinner.", he added matter-of-factly, tilting his head towards the beast. "I came out here for fish...and got a feast of poultry instead. Just a typical day, huh?" His humor seemed to always shine through in moments like these, and today was no exception.

Placing his hand atop of hers on his shoulder, he steadied himself as he drew his legs up beneath him and stood. Dusting himself off, he extended his right hand to the woman, whose beauty he took note of now that the adrenaline and heat of the moment had passed. "The name's Landron, miss. I'm just happy that I was able to help."

After the introduction, he walked over to the runnerbeast, pleased to see that the animal was very well trained. He would have to give praise to the beastmaster that brought it over. Grabbing the reins, he lead the runner back to the carcase of the wherry and began unpacking his unused fishing nets. "This isn't what they're meant for, but it's sure gonna beat dragging it along the ground.", he commented to the woman. Hopefully she didn't mind him packaging up her attacker. With that said, Landron made quick work of wrapping up the bird, securing it tightly in the netting, and finally heaving the monstrosity atop the unsuspecting runnerbeast.

The runner nickered in protest at having the weight thrown on as it was in response, tossing it's head as it voiced its complaint. Patting the animal on it's long ebony neck, Landron apologized silently to it, not wanting a problem later on down the road. A happy runner was a compliant one. Once he was satisfied that there would be no more problems, Landron turned his attention back to Ceinwen. "So I would happily let you ride back on my runner, if you would like. After having such an eventful morning, you're more than entitled to it, in my opinion." He then glanced back at how he had secured the bird on the animal's back, ensuring that there was plenty of room for a rider. "This fellow wouldn't be able to do anything faster than a walk with this load on his back anyhow, and I can wait while you tend to whatever business you were out here to address to in the first place."

Landron added another smile to go along with his offer, his spirits high since he had still managed to get a meal caught for the Weyr.


*Her eyes appear to be green from all the images you've provided of Ceinwen, but if I am mistaken, please let me know and I'll edit my post

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((Sorry about the wait!!!))

[Ceinwen and Drusillith]

"Well, perhaps a bit winded from the exertion... but I'm just fine. That wherry, however- is dinner. "I came out here for fish...and got a feast of poultry instead. Just a typical day, huh?"

Ceinwen smiled at him, appreciative of his light hearted manner under these circumstances. She could not agree with him more. This incident however unfortunate, could at least contribute to the betterment of the weyr. The gentleman seemed to be very amiable and good-humored. She was happy to see that not everyone had been plagued with a perpetual morose countenance since their escape from the tragedies that struck on the mainland.

He placed his hand over hers and she braced herself to help steady him as he rose to his feet and then he very kindly offered her a hand to help her to her feet. Ceinwen happily accepted his open hand, grasping it firmly and then raising to her feet.

"The name's Landron, miss. I'm just happy that I was able to help."

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Landron,” she said as she stood looking up at the impressive man. “My name is Ceinwen. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your assistance. I’m not sure what I would have done had you not come along.” She was completely sincere in her statement. There was no telling if she would have been able to get away from the infuriated fowl. Had it succeeded in its attack, she may not have survived. She had her healer’s kit with her, but that was not a substitute for the bravery and quick thinking that Landron had employed.

She followed him back to the runnerbeast and stood off to the side as he lead the animal over to the wherries remains and began backing it up. It was then that she spotted some lovage. She grinned and went over to the plant to harvest it. “At least my little adventured yielded the results I had hoped for,” she said to herself as she collected the plant. The plant had several medicinal uses and portions of it would go to the kitchens. It was always nice to keep the cooks happy with little gifts from her outings. It came with some perks in little gifts of special foods from time to time. Ceinwen had finished her collection just as Landron had finished securing the wherrie to the runnerbeast and she made her way back over to his side.

"So I would happily let you ride back on my runner, if you would like. After having such an eventful morning, you're more than entitled to it, in my opinion. This fellow wouldn't be able to do anything faster than a walk with this load on his back anyhow, and I can wait while you tend to whatever business you were out here to address to in the first place."

“That is very kind of you to offer. But I would much rather walk - a habit that I have come to enjoy,” she added with a smile. “I have been training as an herbalist in addition to my usual healer duties. It is much easier to spot and catalogue the local flora from the ground.” It was a truthful statement, but she would also have felt terribly guilty riding in comfort while he walked when he had been the one to slay the wherrie. “I would be very happy if you would allow me to travel back with you to the Weyr,” she asked. Ceinwen usually enjoyed her solitary walks, but under the circumstances she was really looking forward to company.

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[L'dron and Heroth]

“At least my little adventured yielded the results I had hoped for.”

Landon's dark eyes sparkled in recognition as Ceinwen gathered an unfamiliar-looking flowering plant. Could she just so happen to be a Healer? Scenes of his elder sister flashed through his mind rapidly and his happy demeanor dampened slightly as he was reminded of his family's plight. The dimming of his expression was very brief and over in an instant, however, and he quickly brushed away the past memories in an attempt to stay connected with reality. Should he allow the flashback to continue, he would surely lose touch.

Instead, after the sad thoughts had been pressed away, a soft smile played across his lips as he quietly watched her gather. Perhaps she was just collecting these for the cooks. Or maybe she really was a healer.

His questions were answered as she replied to his offer. “That is very kind of you to offer. But I would much rather walk - a habit that I have come to enjoy. I have been training as an herbalist in addition to my usual healer duties. It is much easier to spot and catalogue the local flora from the ground. I would be very happy if you would allow me to travel back with you to the Weyr.”

His soft smile spread into a broad grin as she replied and he bowed his head slightly at her insistence on not taking the ride. Landron respected her independent nature...it wasn't every day that he met a woman of such strong character. Of course, after the events that had affected all of Pern...perhaps only the strong characters were all that were left.

"Certainly! I can always use the company!", he replied as he began to prepare for the trek back.

A few short moments later, he had the runner's reins tied to his belt in a loose slip-knot: the animal didn't need his excess weight anyway. He then looked over to Ceinwen when he was finished. "Let's go!" he said, setting into an easy walk as the runnerbeast followed quietly behind, head even with it's whithers in respect and calmness.

After a few minutes of enjoying the scenery of the island that reminded so much of his Ista, Landron decided to strike up a conversation. "So you're a healer, huh? My elder sister, Kisa, was a healer back at Ista Hold. Thanks to her, I've grown to respect the profession highly. "


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[Ceinwen and Drusillith]

After the incident with the wherrie, Ceinwen was glad that she would not be travelling back to the Weyr alone. Most of the time she enjoyed her solitary jaunts, but the anxiety that had been sparked within her was palpable and she needed to be in the company of others or she would be lost to her untamed thoughts.

Landron seemed to be a gentlemanly man; brave, daring and amiable. She waited quietly while he finished his preparations and then fell in beside him as he started off. Ceinwen remained silent as they walked, feeling a bit unsure of what to say to a man who had just risked his own life to save a stranger. What could she possible say to him without sounding as though she were ungrateful? So instead, she focused on the ground. The local vegetation, the soil, the terrain and took stock of the area to better understand the possibility available to them in their new home. The climate seemed to be one that would be kind to the flora and would supply a wide bounty of the herbs that were more readily available to them on the main continent. Once the obtained seedlings of course.

"So you're a healer, huh? Cenwen looked up at him and nodded proudly with a slight grin on her face. My elder sister, Kisa, was a healer back at Ista Hold. Thanks to her, I've grown to respect the profession highly."

Ceinwen tried to think if she had met his sister, but she could not place the name with the face. He had used the past tense when he spoke his sister’s name. Ceinwen could only hope that she had given up the craft to marry and not that she had fallen victim to the tragedies like so many other had. “I have come to love the craft, though my focus has been in herbalism. I was studying under Master Burran at High Reaches Hold before journeying here.” Ceinwen gave him a sad smile in acknowledgement of all that they had all gone through since the disasters started striking the planet. “Were you at Ista as well,” she asked interestedly. Ceinwen genuinely wanted to learn more about him.

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[L'dron and Heroth]

“I have come to love the craft, though my focus has been in herbalism. I was studying under Master Burran at High Reaches Hold before journeying here. Were you at Ista as well?”

“High Reaches Hold…those must have been some cold winter seasons.”, Landron stated, a small frown on his face as a shiver shook his body. “Just thinking about that weather chills me to the bone!” As he looked back over to Ceinwen, his eyes were dancing in amusement. Taking in a deep breath, he nodded an initial response to her question. “Yes. I was born and raised at Ista Hold; my family ran the largest fleet of fishing boats on the island. My Master Fisher father taught me and one of my younger sisters, Syana, all that he knew of the craft….hoping that one day we’d inherit the responsibility.” As he spoke, his expression changed multiple times; shifting from happy to proud to regretful. “My other sister, Leena – Syana’s twin- chose to be a cook… she had such a gift with food…she could have made herdbeast’s food taste appealing to us!” Landron appeared to be lost in thought for long moments… absentmindedly stroking the runner’s neck as he stared off into space.

Shaking himself out of his daze, his attention was refocused on Ceinwen, an apologetic expression playing across his face. “I’m sorry, Ceinwen…I didn’t mean to go on about that… I haven’t spoken to anyone about those matters since all this had occurred… I hadn’t even been off the Island of Ista until a brown dragon and rider rescued me off of my fishing boat and Searched me at the same time.” Cutting himself short, he laughed. “There I go again…I appreciate you putting up with my rambling. I’m going on like a man of 70 turns would…not 20.”

“Enough about me, what about yourself? How did you tolerate all those cold temperatures at High Reaches?”

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[Ceinwen and Drusillith]

“High Reaches Hold…those must have been some cold winter seasons. Just thinking about that weather chills me to the bone!”

As he looked over at her, she could not help but smile back at him. She supposed that as a fisher, High Reaches was not the ideal locale. Ceinwen listened interestedly as he described his life and family. It was apparent that he held them in great esteem but that with the joy followed sorrow. His comment about his sister’s cooking made her give a slight giggle at the thought of anyone attempting to eat even a palatable plate of a herdbeasts cud.

His apology was unnecessary and she shook her head and waved him off in response. With so much tragedy affecting all of them, it was nice to get back to the very normal and everyday thing of getting to know your neighbors. He had been plucked from a fishing vessel by a dragon and his rider? ‘Fascinating,’ she thought.

“Enough about me, what about yourself? How did you tolerate all those cold temperatures at High Reaches?”

“Many extra layers of clothing and a lot of klah,” she said impishly with a wide grin on her face. Then she thought for a moment before she began her mini biography. “I was born to the Lord and Lady of Peyton Hold; the last of four children and the third daughter. Being the youngest, I had the advantage of knowing just what strings to pull and how to bat my eyes to get my way.” She looked over at Landron and flashed her eyes deviously. “I did not want to waste my youth in idle mediocrity while I waited to be married off,” she said with a roll of the eye. “So I appealed to my father to be allowed to apprentice to Healer Hall. He grudgingly allowed me go.” Ceinwen remember the conversation vividly and the reminder that although she was being allowed to follow her aspirations, that when the time came, she would have to give it up and marry.

“Once I achieved Journeywoman status, I decided to specialize in herbalism. That is when I moved to High Reaches.” She thought back fondly at her time in High Reaches. It was such a shame and so very sad that it was gone. Or was it? She didn’t really know for certain. But she had yet to run into anyone she knew from the hold. Ceinwen realized that she had gotten lost in her own thoughts as they moved along and had been silent a little too long. “Sorry…,” she said apologetically. “I was up in the mountains collecting herbs when a volcano erupted,” Ceinwen spoke softly as she recalled the events of that morning. “I took refuge in a cave I was familiar with. In it I found a blue dragon and his unconscious and injured rider.” She looked over at Landron with a sad smile. “I nursed the rider back to health and together we travelled here.” The bluerider had continued to evade her since their arrival. Ceinwen did not want to press him to speak to her, so she gave him a wide birth. But anytime she passed by his dragon she always acknowledged him with a friendly look and nod of her head.

“So you were Searched,” Ceinwen asked, her curiosity piqued. “What was that like? How do you feel about the prospect of becoming a dragonrider?” There were so many questions rumbling around in her head, that she had to cut herself short before she rambled off incoherently. ‘Give the man a chance to answer,’ she told herself.

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I’m terribly sorry for the delay.