Post by Zaxal on Apr 14, 2013 1:02:57 GMT -5
A Gather loomed on the horizon, undeniably drawing nearer as Riklith's clutch hardened on the Sands and Garronth's wing, with time, began to mend. Though he wouldn't have guessed it, not from the way the bronze complained, I cannot fly. This is a travesty. Only two Turns old, and I'm crippled. Thread falls, and I am stuck in my weyr. Until further notice. And when is that meant to be? When the Red Star passes from Pern's sky? I shall be flightless until the Pass is over.
You're only making it worse by trying to fly on an injured wing.[/i] Lyjas's hands didn't so much as stumble. The pattern he was working into the tunic was one he knew well, the fine thread forming intricate vines, leaves, flowers over the darker fabric, making it come alive. If you behave, you may be able to fly by the time the Gather's here. But you have to be patient.
Garronth didn't bother responding to it directly, huffing in the direction of his rider's quarters as he stretched out on his ledge. Lyjas continued to work, humming merrily as he threaded the needle through and back again, making the pattern come to life.
You're only making it worse by trying to fly on an injured wing.[/i] Lyjas's hands didn't so much as stumble. The pattern he was working into the tunic was one he knew well, the fine thread forming intricate vines, leaves, flowers over the darker fabric, making it come alive. If you behave, you may be able to fly by the time the Gather's here. But you have to be patient.
Garronth didn't bother responding to it directly, huffing in the direction of his rider's quarters as he stretched out on his ledge. Lyjas continued to work, humming merrily as he threaded the needle through and back again, making the pattern come to life.