Post by klinneah on Oct 16, 2010 19:10:05 GMT
Viril sighed as she swung her light pack onto her bed. There was little in the leather sack, only a few items of clothing and a comb, nothing personal. Sometimes she surprised even herself, but she never had anything personal at Horizon. 'I guess this is a sign that I really am getting a brand-new life.'
N'solm had dropped her off at the entrance to the Barracks, mumbling something about that crazy old Holder, and found somewhere else to be rather quickly. Dragonriders. She shook her head in amazement.
She found she wasn't alone in the Barracks, but she needed a little time to settle in before she started socializing. She lay down on the bed, folding her hands under her head and staring at the rough ceiling. 'I guess I'll have to sleep on my side,' she grumbled. 'Wouldn't want dust in my eyes. Or maybe I'll clean a little.' But the room was already immaculate. Maybe she'd explore later.
Glancing toward the door - or the opening that passed for a door, anyway - she thought she saw a touch of blue. Odd. She got up and was almost to the door of the Barracks when she almost stepped on the note. She pulled off the gaudy ribbon, unrolled the parchment and scanned the untidy scrawl. The Candidatemaster! Lessons! And it was almost noon! She hurriedly dropped the note, picked up her skirt, and ran.
N'solm had dropped her off at the entrance to the Barracks, mumbling something about that crazy old Holder, and found somewhere else to be rather quickly. Dragonriders. She shook her head in amazement.
She found she wasn't alone in the Barracks, but she needed a little time to settle in before she started socializing. She lay down on the bed, folding her hands under her head and staring at the rough ceiling. 'I guess I'll have to sleep on my side,' she grumbled. 'Wouldn't want dust in my eyes. Or maybe I'll clean a little.' But the room was already immaculate. Maybe she'd explore later.
Glancing toward the door - or the opening that passed for a door, anyway - she thought she saw a touch of blue. Odd. She got up and was almost to the door of the Barracks when she almost stepped on the note. She pulled off the gaudy ribbon, unrolled the parchment and scanned the untidy scrawl. The Candidatemaster! Lessons! And it was almost noon! She hurriedly dropped the note, picked up her skirt, and ran.
