Post by Spirithawk on Sept 20, 2009 14:18:13 GMT -5
Christae held a scroll of hide in her hand. It was a message from Caspian and it's attached Wher Hold. It was early morning and most of the Weyr had not stirred yet. She was at the High Table with a mug of klah and a few sweet rolls. A few slices of small redfruit were nearby. She was in her riding gear. Today she was supposed to lead a group out to forage for both needlethorn and redfruit. The Weyr was low on both.
She re-read the letter again, a feeling of foreboding chilling her bones.
There had been a murder and a rider was suspect. Which rider was suspected was not mentioned. The Wher Hold was requesting help from the Weyr to track down the murderer before he or she struck again.
"This is not good." She called her bronze flit Birinj to her. He blinked sleepily as she hurriedly wrote a response saying that she would be arriving at the Wher Hold within two hours to see what could be done.
Birinj took off and she waited for a response.
She re-read the letter again, a feeling of foreboding chilling her bones.
There had been a murder and a rider was suspect. Which rider was suspected was not mentioned. The Wher Hold was requesting help from the Weyr to track down the murderer before he or she struck again.
"This is not good." She called her bronze flit Birinj to her. He blinked sleepily as she hurriedly wrote a response saying that she would be arriving at the Wher Hold within two hours to see what could be done.
Birinj took off and she waited for a response.