 Mianda sat on the front step of their home located in Lemos Hold. There hadn’t been anything to do as of late and she was beginning to wonder what it would be like at Benden Weyr right now. Mianda sighed. Her mother had sent her to become a journeyman a couple Turns ago but later found out that it was hopeless, her daughter was a born dragonrider. Her walls were covered in sketches of flaming, sleeping, flying, or standing dragons. In earlier Turns her older siblings used to tear them down, telling her that dragons were just a load of nonsense and that she’d never Impress anyway. Mianda was determined to prove them wrong, to prove them ALL wrong. However, no dragons have come to Search from Lemos in almost 7 turns, and then she was too young. The two blues on Search had told their riders that she was a likely candidate and that they should come back in later Turns, but that never happened. Mianda shook her head sadly. It was a curse to hear dragons but not to be with them. To hear dragons. Mianda breathed deeply. Yes what a privilege to hear them all but own none. No one knew of her power, not even her best friend Vernia. They would all know, when the time was right of course, yes when the time was right they would regret what they all said about her. Mianda stood up and was about to walk off when the oldest of the children walked out onto the step and looked down at her, an evil grin on his face. “Thinking about your dragons again Mianda, rider of dragons?” Mianda looked away, trying to hold in the strain of tears that was fighting to get out. “Oh I’m sorry goldrider, I didn’t know you were so sensitive about that subject,” Frentia taunted. “You know you’ll never Impress. No one in their right mind would want you to be a dragonrider at their Weyr. You might as well go back to the kitchen and help mother, she needs help washing dishes, and that’s all you’re going to be doing, as long as I can help it.” He turned and walked away, Mianda bursting into tears as soon as the door was closed. She walked down to the Lemos Stables where her runner, Bajur was kept. She walked up to the bay gelding slowly, extending her hand to give him a reassuring pat.  The runner snorted happily and rubbed his head on her shoulder. Mianda smiled sadly. “If only they would believe me Bajur,” she told him. In response the bay pulled his head up and let loose a whinny that bounced off the walls of the stable. Mianda laughed and patted him again before going into the tack room and bringing back his saddle and bridle.When she had tacked him up she led him outside into the large field behind the barn that they used for riding. She made him stand by the fence while she pulled herself into the saddle. When she had adjusted her stirrup length and checked her girth she asked her beloved gelding to walk on. He did almost as soon as her leg touched his side and walked off, circling the ring. When he was warmed up she asked him to trot, making him bending in and out, circle and half-pass down the length of the ring. As she tried to pull him back he snorted in defiance and surged forward. Mianda was about to rein him back shortly when she decided to just relax and enjoy the ride. Bajur finally started to wheeze so Mianda brought him back to a canter. This was when she noticed two men standing by the gate to the field. She cantered up to them and tipped her helmet politely. One man, taller then the other returned the hello while the other continued to look Bajur over. “Hello, I am Jervis and I’m looking for a horse that would do well on the runner tracks in Ruatha. As I watched your horse I saw the qualities I was looking for,” he said as he took a bag of coins out. “How much for this gelding?” Mianda must have looked appalled for the man said, “I assure you he will be well taken care of, brushed and turned out everyday as well as fed the finest grain in Pern.” Mianda shook her head. “I’m sorry sir but he’s not for sale. I would never even think of selling him. I have owned this gelding since I was 7 and I’m not about to put him on the tracks and see him run into the ground, no I’m sorry.” The man turned red in the face and stormed off onto the stable and out of sight. Mianda was about to trot off when the other man coughed softly. Mianda looked down at him and said, “No I’m not selling him to you either, now go away!” The man smiled and looked Mianda over. “Well I’m not here to look at your horse miss. Let me introduce myself. I’m P’mir, a bluerider at Dark Moon Weyr. I’ve been sent on Search and my dragon Siyeth believes that you will make a good candidate. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to bring your runner along. Will you be able to leave him with a family member?” Mianda just stared at P’mir. “I get the chance to be a dragonrider?” She asked excitedly. P’mir nodded, helping her from the saddle. “I… I would be honored to stand for a clutch. All my life my siblings have picked on me because I wanted to be a dragonrider more then anything,” She said this with a bit on anger in her voice, which faded as soon as she took the reins over Bajur’s head. “What’s your name girl?” P’mir asked. When Mianda told him he said, “Well now it is your time to show them that they are wrong, Mianda of Dark Moon.” | Journal | Search Story | Stats | |