Averna looked up at the dark grey sky. It was a little early for storms in the season but not uncommon.
she didn't mind a little rain, she wasn't too happy with the thought of being
outside when this storm broke loose. The light was shifting to the yellow
that she associated with thunderstorms.
She'd been helping her parents keep track of their herdbeasts in the fields.
It was birthing season and it seemed like every day there were new additions
to the flock. It was labour intensive work to go by all the fields and count
the livestock, but seeing all those new lives was rewarding on it's own.
At the horizon Averna spotted a beam of lightning running down. She saw it
hit a tree and gulped when she saw the tree falling down. She knew a shelter
not far away. One of the older runner-hideouts. She'd be safe to wait for
the storm to pass in there.
Picking up speed, she rushed to the structure.
Lester walked around the tavern. As
usual he was looking for small jobs to keep himself fed and clothed. Finding
steady work had been hard since he was neither a journeyman nor very
"Can I deliver something? Anywhere is fine." he said.
Lester desperately tried looking strong and dependable. But his attitude
only worsened his boyish looks. Finally one man stood up and said:
"I want you to deliver something."
"What and where?" Lester asked, eagerly making his way to the man
through the tables and chairs.
The man fished a tattered letter out of his vest pocket and gave it to him.
"I want you to deliver this to Diete. She should be living in this
The man gave him more details and Lester was certain he knew who the man was
referring to. Lester assured the man that he would find Diete and asked if
he wanted to get a reply from her. The man shook his head, and asked to just
deliver the letter and paid him in advance.
Lester sensed some sadness and instantly whipped out a lame joke. It really
wasn't funny but the man smiled slightly before he stood up and went his own
way leaving Lester to go do his job. The young man was certain that Diete
had gone out with some other girls to gather spring flowers. It was a common
pastime for the young girls to fetch flowers and sell them.
As he left the hold, Lester noticed the darkening of the sky. Never matter,
he knew places to take shelter along the way.
Diete picked only those flowers she
knew would hold for their trip back to the hold. Flowers that were already
too far in bloom would wilt soon after they were picked. She looked around
and noticed that most girls had already returned home. Only one other was
still on the fields. Diete sighed as she noticed it was Zulma. She'd really
wanted to stay in the group. Being alone made her feel vulnerable and she
always made sure to stay in a group of girls for safety.
Zulma looked up and noticed the sky. She'd been so absorbed in wandering
that she'd neglected to look up. Almost all of the girls had gone home and
Diete was the only one that was still out with her. Strange that the other
girls hadn't called out to them. But then, maybe they had and she just
hadn't heard them.
"It's going to rain." she called to Diete.
"Yes, we should head back."
"I dare say we won't make it back. But I know a place we can take
shelter not very far from here."
Apprehension filled Diete's mind. But running back home to the hold by
herself would be even worse so she nodded and let Zulma lead the way.
Zulma knew where she was taking Diete. The place wasn't all that comfortable
but it should be clean and dry. She'd stumbled across it while exploring the
area. She hadn't been allowed to stay out all night but she'd lost track of
time and had stayed the night in that old runner station. She'd been
grounded for weeks after that - not that she'd actually stayed put. The
thought of going there again made her relive the thrill of that first night
Waver looked around and tried to
decide whether to go left or right. He'd left the hold earlier that day to
gather raw materials for a project of his. The material he needed was very
delicate so he couldn't dispatch someone else to get it for him. His trip
had been successful, but now he had trouble finding his way home. And to
make matters worse, the sky looked mighty angry and ready to release a downpour.
Kantin noticed the younger man at the crossroads and wondered if he was a
traveller like him. It didn't appear so. For one he hardly had any luggage
with him. Just a small bag.
"Hello, need some help?" Kantin asked.
"Oh yes, I seem to be lost. I'm trying to reach Garnett
"That's not too far from here, though I doubt you'd get there before
the rain starts."
"I can't let these materials get wet." Waver said looking
determined and distraught at the same time.
"I know a place where we can take shelter." Kantin offered,
"That is if you don't mind me going with you."
"Of course not. My name is Waver."
"Kantin, nice to meet you."
The two young men left, getting to know each other as they hurried toward
Averna opened the door to the shelter
and noticed she wasn't the only one to have been caught outside in the
storm. She counted five other people inside. Some she recognised from around
the hold, one was a traveller for certain.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Make yourself at home. Though I'm afraid there isn't much place for
sitting." the stranger, Kantin, smiled.
Averna made her way to the two other young women present. They'd obviously
been gathering flowers. Diete was relieved to see someone she knew show up.
They'd met previously while she'd helped at Averna's parents' farm.
Zulma nodded and shifted to the side so Averna could lean against the wall.
Waver was busy fiddling with some leftover equipment, lost in thought and
Lester was close by, looking at what the young technician was doing.
"I think everything here is broken." Lester said.
"That doesn't mean it's worthless." Waver replied.
"Spoken like a true scavenger." Kantin grinned.
Raindrops started falling on the roof, not the downpour they were expecting
yet, but definitely a little warning up front. As the frequency of drops
intensified, the door opened once again and a man entered the building that
was starting to feel cramped.
"Hello there, mind if I take shelter?" K'roohan asked.
"We're all in this together." Lester grinned.
K'roohan nodded and made himself as comfortable as he could. He'd been out
without his dragon, Brown Takanth and had neglected to look at the weather
forecast. After all, as a dragonrider, he was used to winking straight where
he needed to be when the weather turned bad. To make matters worse, he still
needed to return to Dragonhope
Weyr and go look for candidates for the future clutches. There were
several planned for the near future and the Weyr needed a steady supply of
candidates to make sure the hatchlings had plenty to choose from.
Suddenly he had an idea. All people in the room were young and seemed
promising enough. He had but to ask and then his work would be done for the
day. An enticing thought.
"So I have a proposition for you all..." he started.
STORY: Roads Entwined - Dragonhope
Hatchings - Weyrling Training - Flights
STATS: Averna, Diete, Lester,
Kantin, Waver, Zulma
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