"Shalev! Shift it, they'll be fine!"
"I hear you." Came the girl, no young woman's, reply.
And that's all it was. A reply. Not an agreement. It was a good statement. She had heard, she just didn't agree or intend to comply. She had a pregnant bovine to get off the hillside and chances were whatever was going on at the Hold didn't need her anyway. The bovine on the other hand could give birth at any time and the chances of the newborn dying in its first day were more than doubled on the hill.
The other Grazier shook his head and headed for the Hold, having learned the futility of arguing with her on past occasions. Shalev for her part just went back to work, using her voice and the two finger width, chest high stick that was to her the most necessary instrument in her craft to move the nervous creature in wide switchbacks down the hill.
It took about twenty minutes but she eventually got it down and safely penned up. Today's most pressing job done she was willing to go see whatever was going on at the Hold. Hearing the murmur of voices coming from the large front gathering area she went that way, noting as she rounded the corner that many people were wearing their best clothes. Shalev on the other hand had practical light leather pants and shirt, both liberally stained with old blood, dirt and anything else that might come out of a bovine. All part of the job. Not even the dirt smeared across one cheek and in her short brown hair bothered her. Some people fussed and preened, other people worked. Shalev knew which she was.
The rest of the Holds inhabitants were immediately forgotten as she looked up and saw what had caused all the commotion to start with...
Dragonflight: An Alternative Pern (Old Guild)
A B/C Pern Roleplay
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