Post by Katlyn on Nov 12, 2012 19:52:05 GMT -5
(Seleti Standalone; Part 2 of the Rebellion, Accusations, and Punishment storyline)
The green swung low towards the ocean as they got further away from the island that was their home. Seleti sat on her green angrily, furious at the bronzerider who had tried to ground her. As if there was something wrong with her not liking him for the way he treated others. She had tried to give him some benefit of the doubt, but the mood she'd been in lately had kept her from doing so. Instead, she'd left the island in a fit of anger, but only after shooting an arrow at him. At least she had intentionally missed.
It was already a few candlemarks after that, the flight straight to where they were going a somewhat long one. Her anger was starting to chill out a bit. In fact, that was the entire reason that Cheyenth had insisted on flying to their destination straight. She hoped a long flight without straps, in chilly weather would cool her rider's mood off. Now that her rider was starting to calm down, at least some, Cheyenth risked a question.
((Why did you shoot the Weyrleader?)) the green asked hesitantly. Seleti snorted softly. ((I didn't shoot him, Chey. I shot at him, there's a difference. And he's a big bully...He needs to learn that he has to earn respect, not demand it.)) The green crooned softly and fell silent then.
She did think about it then, though. The fact that she had shot at the weyrleader. If she hadn't been in trouble before, she surely was now. She knew that if...no, when they went back, she was definitly going to be grounded. Nevermind the whole situation with having to report to the healers. She'd probably be on extra duties for a long time too. But she wasn't going to go back that day. Maybe tomorrow, after she'd fully cooled off. Well...maybe not tomorrow. She would be fine on her own.
By sunfall, they had arrived at the island where her green had risen a few months prior, and into somewhat warmer weather. It was almost a shame that the island wasn't large enough to support the entire weyr, she though as her green landed. They curled up on the beach, going to sleep in the warmer air.
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A few days after their arrival to the island, and the day before the pair had been about to return back home, they'd been woken up with a surprise. Cheyenth had woken her rider up with an angry roar as a fishing net was tossed over her to keep her grounded. Her rider, who was dazed by the roar, had barely had time to put up a struggle before she found herself with her hands tied behind her back. It hadn't taken her long to figure out that their island (because she considered it THEIR island) had been invaded. It had only taken her slightly longer to realize that the invaders weren't your typical invaders. This was a rival raider clan. Not one, she thought, she had encountered before. She'd been about to attempt to fight them off when one of them, she didn't know which, struck her at the back of her head and knocked her out.
That had been that morning. Now, she was standing there, held by two of the raiders, as the clan leader stared at her. She glared back at him, and her green crooned nervously some distance away. They had been trying to question her to figure out where the weyr was, but she hadn't cooperated thus far, and she was going to have the bruises to show it.
Finally fed up with their questions, she glared and retorted, much in the defiant fashion she had taken on lately, "You know. The second the Weyr gets here, you'll have plenty of raiders to deal with, and a guardsmen who's the best sniper you've ever seen." The clan leader just chuckled at her defiance.
((To Part 3))
The green swung low towards the ocean as they got further away from the island that was their home. Seleti sat on her green angrily, furious at the bronzerider who had tried to ground her. As if there was something wrong with her not liking him for the way he treated others. She had tried to give him some benefit of the doubt, but the mood she'd been in lately had kept her from doing so. Instead, she'd left the island in a fit of anger, but only after shooting an arrow at him. At least she had intentionally missed.
It was already a few candlemarks after that, the flight straight to where they were going a somewhat long one. Her anger was starting to chill out a bit. In fact, that was the entire reason that Cheyenth had insisted on flying to their destination straight. She hoped a long flight without straps, in chilly weather would cool her rider's mood off. Now that her rider was starting to calm down, at least some, Cheyenth risked a question.
((Why did you shoot the Weyrleader?)) the green asked hesitantly. Seleti snorted softly. ((I didn't shoot him, Chey. I shot at him, there's a difference. And he's a big bully...He needs to learn that he has to earn respect, not demand it.)) The green crooned softly and fell silent then.
She did think about it then, though. The fact that she had shot at the weyrleader. If she hadn't been in trouble before, she surely was now. She knew that if...no, when they went back, she was definitly going to be grounded. Nevermind the whole situation with having to report to the healers. She'd probably be on extra duties for a long time too. But she wasn't going to go back that day. Maybe tomorrow, after she'd fully cooled off. Well...maybe not tomorrow. She would be fine on her own.
By sunfall, they had arrived at the island where her green had risen a few months prior, and into somewhat warmer weather. It was almost a shame that the island wasn't large enough to support the entire weyr, she though as her green landed. They curled up on the beach, going to sleep in the warmer air.
~~~~
A few days after their arrival to the island, and the day before the pair had been about to return back home, they'd been woken up with a surprise. Cheyenth had woken her rider up with an angry roar as a fishing net was tossed over her to keep her grounded. Her rider, who was dazed by the roar, had barely had time to put up a struggle before she found herself with her hands tied behind her back. It hadn't taken her long to figure out that their island (because she considered it THEIR island) had been invaded. It had only taken her slightly longer to realize that the invaders weren't your typical invaders. This was a rival raider clan. Not one, she thought, she had encountered before. She'd been about to attempt to fight them off when one of them, she didn't know which, struck her at the back of her head and knocked her out.
That had been that morning. Now, she was standing there, held by two of the raiders, as the clan leader stared at her. She glared back at him, and her green crooned nervously some distance away. They had been trying to question her to figure out where the weyr was, but she hadn't cooperated thus far, and she was going to have the bruises to show it.
Finally fed up with their questions, she glared and retorted, much in the defiant fashion she had taken on lately, "You know. The second the Weyr gets here, you'll have plenty of raiders to deal with, and a guardsmen who's the best sniper you've ever seen." The clan leader just chuckled at her defiance.
((To Part 3))
