Lexus sat astride the Drone uncomfortably. Certainly the height of the Low-Birthed afforded greater visibility than the customary gait of a Walker, but walking did not evoke a distaste of extremely hairy shoulders. She looked back from the direction she had come and saw in the distance the crown of the Majestic Centre gradually disappearing beneath the horizon, the spray of the Waters of Life obscuring the city as they fell from the edge of the plateau. She remembered the waters cascading past the Centre and sighed, before returning her focus to needing to direct the lumbering beast forward.
Without glancing down at the head and neck of the Drone (lest she have an involuntary reaction to the creature and offend its extremely limited sensibilities), she cast her vision to the distance and pressured its back, inducing motion. It coughed, drew breath, stood, and lurched forward. Despite initial alarm at the realisation she had been directed from within the Transept itself to mount a Drone, and the subsequent shock of the brutes odour, Lexus had quickly become accustomed to the rocking, swaying motion as it walked, and even found time on occasion to sleep.
The Transept. All Walkers were familiar with The higher levels of the Accord, but direct contact with either the Watchers or the Wane was known to be extremely rare. Certainly many of the Castes were used to the experience of a High-Birthed sharing the experiences of one of their order, but to be spoken to was considered to be akin to gaining the favour of even a Cherubim.
As she looked out onto the Commons from her saddle atop the Drone Lexus could feel the individuals of the Transept drawing on her vision, listening to her hearing as though her senses were theirs. It was not an uncomfortable sensation, but rather the opposite. The knowledge of the weight of the Transept's interested individuals bathing in her experience provided certainty that despite the ever-growing distance from her Adjunct and home she would be safe. She wondered if her obedience to the Transept would be rewarded, perhaps with a glimpse of the high Accord's mysteries, a glimmer of the ancient knowledge the High-Birthed held? She smiled.
She dismissed the thought. How improper she realised, for a Walker to aspire to be more than a tender to the needs of the Commons. She reached up and drew her long hair back into a tight handful, and tied it there out of her face, adjusted her robes to better protect herself from the bright light, and returned her thoughts to the matter at hand. She must make good time, to be in the Lesser Centre within three days, lest she raise the ire of her High-Birthed sponsor.
She goaded the Drone forward with greater pressure in its back.