Weyrling Tia and sky-blue Setinth pay a visit to a certain blind green rider...
“Thrice between, at the end of time and space.”
Tia blinked. “W-what?”
Elderly green rider Kisha smirked. “Go on, answer it!”
Tia stared at her, speechless. This was the last riddle, and she had solved one and failed the second. And if she failed this last riddle the old biddy would refuse to take her medicine. It was only blind luck that she had solved all three of Kisha’s riddles last time, on Hatching Day. If only Master Isnan hadn’t caught her on the way to lunch today and asked her to talk to Kisha again, as if she were some miracle worker.
Between time and space, she thought frantically as her stomach growled. Why was she spending her lunch break playing word games with stubborn old ladies? Shard it – she was a Healer apprentice, not a mind reader!
You are also my rider, and much too kind to give up on others!
Tia mentally reached out to the sky-blue dragonet currently sunning himself outside the weyrling barracks. Thank you, Setinth, she replied mildly, but these riddles are really too much!
Between time and space. She’d rather shove these riddles between time and space. Or at least take the medicine draught, mix it with fellis juice, and shove that down Kisha’s throat…
Tia. That’s not nice.
I know, Setinth. Good bedside manner and all…
Tia returned to the riddle at hand, and after envisioning the words in her mind, realized the answer.