Post by Mik on Jan 26, 2011 10:29:34 GMT -5
After a long while of longing and hoping that Ranelli would come back on her own terms, Tardol decided that it was time that he went to her. After all, Elli had returned with a few messages from his betrothed and he had heard from Crooked River Hold that she had been Searched the very day that her parents had gone to collect her. Since she had obviously accepted Candidacy at the Weyr, he figured that he aught to make the trip himself, unaware of how close to the Hatching he was cutting it. He had come by runnerback, not wanting to bother with the quicker trip via dragon’s wings, but also having wanted to have the extra time to think about just how he would try to persuade Ranelli to come back with him. He was even willing to hold off the wedding for several turns if that was what she wanted. Yet, this trip to the Weyr would turn his unusual world even further off kilter. Within a candlemark of arriving and leaving his steed in the trusty care of the stablehands, the Holder’s Heir had encountered something that he had kept hidden deep within ever since his fourteenth turn when he watched the first Search dragon pick a few Candidates from his Hold. The young man had always dreamed of dragonflight, but he had politely kept his distance from every Search dragon that came to Nova Hold to honor his status as Heir when his father retired.
The exciting moment happened in the form of a charming blue dragon and Tardol suppressed every hope and desire that flowed through the confines of his internal wishes to politely refuse the Search. He, the young man that did not want such a high status in life, had been picked by a dragon that sought out dragonrider qualities in young folk everywhere. The thought was exhilarating, but he was unable to accept. How could he? He had a duty that he had been trained for since he could choose a Craft. He could not possibly do that to his father. None of his brothers had been trained in the keepings of a Hold, so he could not accept. One thing the Heir did accept before leaving the blue’s presence and that of his rider was the token granted to anyone who had been Searched. Tucking the wooden coin safely into a pocket, Tardol continued on to find his beloved Ranelli, deciding that a brief stop at the Hatching Grounds would not hurt his mission.
Trying his hardest to conceal the joy of a dragon’s choices as he stepped near the Sands, he looked around for Lady Cybele to inquire if he could gaze at the eggs for a few moments. Finally seeing her, he sent Elli off to fetch her, not wanting to disturb the peace of the grounds and the two dragons guarding their nests by shouting across the vicinity to gain the Weyrwoman’s attention. Elli flitted over to the woman she was sent for and cheeped softly and politely at Cybele, the dainty little green sending feelings of question and the image of her Pet to the Weyrwoman as she hovered at about eye level and a respectable distance from the woman.
The exciting moment happened in the form of a charming blue dragon and Tardol suppressed every hope and desire that flowed through the confines of his internal wishes to politely refuse the Search. He, the young man that did not want such a high status in life, had been picked by a dragon that sought out dragonrider qualities in young folk everywhere. The thought was exhilarating, but he was unable to accept. How could he? He had a duty that he had been trained for since he could choose a Craft. He could not possibly do that to his father. None of his brothers had been trained in the keepings of a Hold, so he could not accept. One thing the Heir did accept before leaving the blue’s presence and that of his rider was the token granted to anyone who had been Searched. Tucking the wooden coin safely into a pocket, Tardol continued on to find his beloved Ranelli, deciding that a brief stop at the Hatching Grounds would not hurt his mission.
Trying his hardest to conceal the joy of a dragon’s choices as he stepped near the Sands, he looked around for Lady Cybele to inquire if he could gaze at the eggs for a few moments. Finally seeing her, he sent Elli off to fetch her, not wanting to disturb the peace of the grounds and the two dragons guarding their nests by shouting across the vicinity to gain the Weyrwoman’s attention. Elli flitted over to the woman she was sent for and cheeped softly and politely at Cybele, the dainty little green sending feelings of question and the image of her Pet to the Weyrwoman as she hovered at about eye level and a respectable distance from the woman.
