To Fly Without Wings atten: any at stables/Sarati #attnany


Sarati loved to fly, even if on Kabelth it could never be for far or long. She loved the wind in her hair, the power of her lifemate underneath her, the knowledge she could go most anywhere on Pern (though more carefully than most). Riding a horse wasn't exactly the same, but it was close, and she still remembered and sometimes missed her life as a jockey. She knew that her husband's family didn't approve, so she was often stuck to boring, easy to ride runner when one was needed to go somewhere for ceremony or where Kabelth couldn't easily go, but every once in a while she snuck time to ride a less cooperative runner.

There was a temperamental mare that she liked to ride at the Weyr, a blood bay with the uninspired name of Flame. Sarati managed to secure some free time and headed for the stables.

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