Unvirtuous Women
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: Nicole Bonvisuto
Date Posted: 14th April 2014
Characters: Flita
Description: Flita is upset by Panitath?s flight and contemplates her future
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 12 of Turn 7
Notes: Coposts?
Once she left the supply closet, Flita wedged herself into a small
outcropping of rock. The stone was cold against her body and she felt safe.
The Weyr was supposed to be a refuge and take her away from all the
accusations. But here, the sky was a storm of metallic skin and the only
emotion she felt sharper than shame was the raging lust that came with the
Flight.
She hated the dragons in that instant. She hated- no, she was angry with
Xandris. He?d taken advantage of this. He was supposed to care about her,
she knew that, and it only fueled her wrath that he couldn?t even say it.
>From her seat, she could see the women waiting outside the flight caverns
and how they picked off the bronze and brownriders as dragons dropped out.
The realization sunk in her stomach like a heavy stone. She had not been
brought here to protect her from anything. She was brought here to be
amongst her own kind: to join a band of unvirtuous women for a crime of
which she was not guilty.
Flita stood up abruptly from her hiding place, paying no regard to how the
stone scratched her skin. She did not have to be here. This was not who she
was or who she had ever been. She knew how green dragons were, and what
their riders did. She could certainly see what golds could do.
Certainly, there must be some other choice? She had to think that.
Somewhere inside was the voice of the other boys in the cothold, telling
her how she was, soliciting her, thinking the only place left for her now
was in their beds. Flita clenched her fists. She did not belong to them.
She did not /belong/ to the Weyr. She belonged to no one besides herself
now and she would decide her own fate.
With one last glare at the dragons overhead, Flita turned and ran as fast
as her legs could carry her towards the ocean: away from the Weyr, away
from the Flight, and away from all the nightmares that came with it.
Last updated on the May 4th 2014