<strong><span class="bbc_u">Sari with A'drew, A'drew's weyr.</span></strong><br/><br/>Sari turned and greeted A'drew with a smile. "Hey, yes." She handed the straps to A'drew.  Most of the leathers were fairly new looking and had minor use markings at the appropriate areas where they would meet stress from dragon and rider.  There was one difference, Where Sari would apply the most weight should she need to lean far to the port, there was a three inch gash.  While it was possible the gash had been made during frenzied practice flights by another dragon, neither Sari nor Roni thought so.  Neither remember that close a call;  had they done so, both A'drew and Zarenth would have given them a good reaming.<br/><br/>Sari struggled with how to say the next part.  A'drew was her best friend from home, but he still could look upon her as though she were a weyrling and not a fully grown woman.  Sari reached out and took A'drew's hand in her own.  And with a gentle voice began, "Like I said, I appreciate your help always.  But don't feel you have to take all of this on yourself.  This is my problem, and while I do need your help, I don't need you hurting yourself.  Besides,  there is more."    Sari told A'drew about the frightening letter she had received and that she intended to take it to the weyrwoman as soon as possible.  Worrying her thumbnail, Sari paced as she talked, "A'drew, I don't think it was Jessen that sent me that note.  You know Jessen, we were all weyrmates.  Do you honestly think it could have been him?"  Sari answered her own question with a shake of her head.<br/>"I won't run from this." She turned anger bright eyes to her friend.  "Being a daughter of Vax has taught me somethings."  Sari subconsciously ran her fingers over the knife strapped to her thigh.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>