Hope Rides on Dragon's Wings
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Len
Date Posted: 7th November 2014
Characters: L'fael
Description: Introducing the newest Hears All Dragons for Triads, a male one at that!
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 9, day 2 of Turn 7
Lafael looked around him. The setting for this Hold was nice, there were plenty of forest about, plenty of places to get lost if a drudge didn't want to work. And there was the sea, something this child of the deep woods found fascinating. But there were bad people about, a lot of bad people. Not that the boy had ever been around many good people, but even so.
He picked at the scab that was forming over the cut along his arm, the result of not looking at where he was going, the other day. It had been a patch of flowers that had distracted him, the way they were blowing in the sea breeze and the way their colours made them look as though they were dancing. He never saw the booted foot that had jutted out from where the guards were sitting, until it had been too late. Even then the fall wouldn't have been so bad had there not been the edge of that table in the way.
Lafael's ears went pink thinking about the cruel way the men had laughed, when he was trying to pick himself up. It wasn't like he wasn't used to cruelty, he was. It was just this particular edge of it he found intimidating.
If only he hadn't broken his ankle last turn, if only. Then he'd still be traveling with the caravan deep in the heart of the Southern Continent with Tereel and his family. And the runner beasts, Lafael found he missed working with them most of all. And the family's flits. He never did get his own egg, as they had once promised him.
But then again, a lot of promises thrown Lafael's way never got fulfilled. His uncle had promised his father to take care of him, but had thrown him Tereel's way once the boy had turned 12. And Tereel and his wife had promised he would stay with them, but they had left him here the very first time he hurt himself. Of course they had also promised to return for him next season, but Lafael knew that was only a white lie to give him hope. They would never return, anymore than his uncle would find him, or the father he never knew would get him and return him back to the place he had been born.
No, he had to do what he always did, he would make do and find glimpses of beauty where ever he could. Already the tang of the salt air was luring him away from his tasks, encouraging him to put down the mop and bucket and wander along the path that only he knew about, to the secret little cove that faced the settling sun. No one would find him, here. And as far as the dirty floor went, the mop leaning against the wall alongside the dirty bucket of water, well, that was a job for another day.
There was always a job for another day.
Last updated on the November 20th 2014