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Post by glamourie on Oct 12, 2010 3:07:53 GMT -5
He couldn’t leave without Miguel.
Ciceroth says His is still here.
He didn’t care. Where was Miguel? The biggest problem with being blind was finding someone when every sound he heard was chaos; dragons keening, roaring, what have you, nothing he recognized, his head hurt, and he was not going anywhere without Miguel and he needed to get Miguel out of there – if whoever these people were had the most remote idea of who and what Miguel was, they’d kill him and he couldn’t let that happen. He’d been taking care of him ever since the main hall was blown up and Miguel was his family; he wasn’t just someone that K’lir cared about anymore and he was so sick, so sick of losing his family. Kalierre would look after Kahrelir, but he had to find Miguel and Baoth couldn’t find S’rei which meant he was probably dead so Miguel had absolutely no one else. He had to find him.
A flash. Awkward burning. His firelizard gone. Tension in his chest and Showoff – Showoff – Bringing little, Showoff is. – Then he needed to get Baoth ready? He needed –
We are going after Ciceroth’s as soon as you have the hatchling. He will lead us to where the others went, and you are too upset to properly fly.
Just as long as going after Ka’rys didn’t get them killed. He didn’t like the idea of putting Miguel at risk – and Showoff’s insistence told him the boy was still alive so he was about five seconds from a full-blown hyperventilation. He needed to find him – needed to find him, needed to know he was okay, needed to touch him and just feel that he was safe because K’lir was a physical person on the path to a full-blown meltdown. He needed to know he was safe...
We are bringing Chaoth’s with us.
“I don’t CARE about ANY of them! Where is Miguel!?”
He’d eventually located a very clingy and obviously terrified Miguel. Baoth had insisted on betweening from her weyr directly onto Hepaticath’s couch; it was a risky move for a dragon so young and really, only the fact that she was jumping to an image given to her by Ciceroth took away some of the danger. She was in there a matter of two minutes – just long enough for Ciceroth’s to mount – before she shared their destination with Chaoth and insisted that he follow her maneuvers; going between from inside to stay alive and draw less attention to themselves. It was too risky to help anyone else, but she couldn’t just leave Chaoth and His (despite her disdain for all things female) behind. She just couldn’t do it. The dark green dragon didn’t want to embrace the idea of one of her clutchbrothers dying and Hers wasn’t thinking clearly enough to do that. Baoth wasn’t a sentimental entity, but she was a smart one. She appeared from between first, bespeaking Ciceroth and Chaoth at once; Land carefully and hide amongst the trees. We don’t want them to see us if they do an aerial sweep. And why was Ciceroth included? She couldn’t see him, but she assumed that he, like most of the dragons who had escaped, was hiding there. It was the only thing that made sense. So with an elegant twist of her wings, she glided down to the clearing, her eyes glinting with anger; red, red and more red. She gave her passengers a moment to dismount before sliding back among the trees – back out of sight. Her two and a half passengers wasted no time joining her out of sight... but the tallest (ironically) didn’t come up to her side. He moved swiftly and with purpose over to the pale brown she recognized as Ismaroth. E’rro wouldn’t be far. Where had Ka’rys gone when he left the infirmary? The answer was in the bag he carried at his side. Several rolled up parchments poked from the top and as he came up to E’rro’s side, he removed one and handed it over to him. Upon unfurling, it would reveal a map of the Southern continent – as detailed out as progression from Selenitas had gotten, anyway. Destination point two was one near Blossom hold – somewhere. Somewhere with trees. His nerves were rattled, and Ka’rys was also covered in blood. None of it was his own. Onyth, Ioth, Nuoth... can you ask Yours to please come to Ismaroth’s side? Ciceroth squirmed under the foliage that covered his dull-bronze hide (the shine still had yet to return) and nosed the leaves. He was glad His was okay, and he privately thanked Baoth for her help; he was also glad that Chaoth’s had gotten out safely. And Jingth, Futh - Yours as well, please?“I went back for maps.” It was the only explanation he offered, and Ka’rys only offered it to E’rro because he didn’t think the brownrider deserved to be shanghaied into leading without at least something of an explanation as to why. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t know the land around Selenitas that well from memory – and know the land around here even less.” Next to Baoth, K’lir knelt down and wrapped his arms around Miguel. He lifted one sleeve to rub at the little boy’s face, trying pointlessly to wipe away the blood that he could smell but not see. The salamandyr in his hair gave a quiet coo and frilled at Miguel, while K’lir ignored him. He was ignoring pretty much everything right at that moment, with his only focus being on the nearly-seven-turns-old child in front of him. “Are you okay?” He’d already asked that question before they left because as soon as he smelled the metallic tint of blood he’d wanted to shriek, scream and kill somebody. Just the same, he needed to insist on it. “Are you hurt? Is any of this yours? I can’t...” He couldn’t see to tell. He hadn’t asked, yet, what happened. He didn’t really know if he wanted to know; what his focus was on was making sure the nearly-mute child was okay. He’d seemed to terrified, clinging to him when they left and part of K’lir that he didn’t even know existed had reared its ugly head to roar in rage. One did not hurt Miguel or Kahrelir and get away with it. That was an unforgivable crime. They were unforgivable. “I think we’re safe for now...”
Okay, things worth noting. If your character EVACUATED SELENITAS, you would be in this thread. That means Legatus Wing minus M’ta should be here, the Senior Weyrlings, and anyone else who got out and isn’t in any of the other threads. As per the plot threads, after M’ta was captured, THIS IS WHERE EVERYONE WENT. If you’re unsure whether your character would have logically evacuated, forward question to Rei, Ember or Avu; one of them will help you.
The other plot threads should be wrapping up within the day. If you’re someone who needs to evacuate, but didn’t manage to post in those – just post here as if you did. Save us time. Thanks guys!
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Oct 12, 2010 8:54:24 GMT -5
He wasn't sure what was happening. The boy wasn't slow. He didn't talk much, granted, but he wasn't slow. Things were happening much too fast for him, though. Since Showoff led him back to K'lir Miguel only followed docilely. The confusing rush of events was okay as long as K'lir was there. Miguel hadn't let go of the greenrider even once since finding him. He recognized the man who joined them. All the blood made him shy away and bury his head in K'lir's chest. The boy couldn't help but wonder whose it was. He was equally certain that he didn't really want to know.
Standing limply in front of K'lir as the greenrider rubbed at his face, the dark blues were focused on the shadows in the trees over the man's shoulder. There was little expression on his features but wide-eyed wariness. His head kept turning at faint sounds of moving dragons, one hand pressed to the collar of his shirt where Lord had so often clung. Lord was a phantom emptiness in Miguel's mind. The flitter had left his mark; though he was no longer around to upset with negative emotion, the boy still allowed himself only a state of nothingness. Learned behaviors were hard to unlearn. Lord had always panicked and made it worse when Miguel allowed himself to feel upset. Now he simply...didn't. It didn't prevent him from noting it in others, though, and on some level that wasn't feeling he even understood it a little. He did not like alone. Why should K'lir be any different? He was just regretful that he'd made the greenrider feel that way. And Shade...
"I'm sorry," the child told his caretaker in a small voice. For so many things. For scaring K'lir. For Shade. For not coming back right away. For the mess of his clothes. For...his cousins. Reiscia had reached for him. Trusted him. Even Silas had turned pleading eyes on him. Was he trembling? What an odd sensation. Miguel stared at his hands as if he was only just seeing them. The blood was there, too. He couldn't get away from it. It was everywhere.
Was he okay? No, Miguel thought that he wasn't. How could anyone be okay? He was old enough to know that this wasn't the right answer, though. When people asked, they expected you to say 'yes.' He couldn't lie, though. Without trying, he knew that the word would stick in his throat. Miguel asked a question instead. "Where is Daddy?" He wanted to touch him. With Mom, Reiscia and Silas gone, he needed to know Daddy hadn't left him, too. But K'lir had asked another question, and he sounded upset. Miguel knew from K'lir and Daddy what to do when voices sounded like that. They always did it for him.
The boy wrapped his arms around the greenrider's neck and pressed his cheek to K'lir's. "It's not mine," he told the blinded man. "It's..." But he couldn't quite say the names. "Not mine," he ended up repeating. "I'm not hurt." Not on the outside. No one could do anything about the inside.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Oct 12, 2010 9:29:45 GMT -5
Merridan's grip tightened on her dirk. She hadn't had time to grab anything but her weapons as she rushed to her door. They are in the air, Chaoth's words were tense, but controlled. He knew with his size he was far too slow to leave. They would cut him down in seconds. Merridan cursed in her head, daring a peek outside. The hallways seemed quiet, but that didn't mean it wasn't full of enemies. R'wign and M'ta? she asked shortly. Behruth's is taken, Chaoth answered sadly. Checkoth's I am unsure. Mer's grip on her blade tightened. If M'ta was in trouble she was going to help.
Millieth orders us to evacuate or surrender. Chaoth relayed urgently. Mer would often behave rashly when her friends were threatened. It was an effort for the brown to keep her calm. Orders be damned! Mer spat angrily. I'm getting M'ta! You will never reach him, Chaoth clamped down firmly. His tail snaked out to block the door. Do you think it wise to rush and get yourself and your friends killed, MerridanMine? he asked, his voice suddenly hard. Mer took a deep breath. She couldn't just do nothing. Shard it!
Baoth has sent coordinates, Chaoth went on, cocking his head to listen. We must leave. Now. It was go now, or stay and live under there rule. Chaoth didn't think Merridan would last long under these new "leaders." He hoped she wouldn't do anything foolish. Are you sure you can between from here? Mer asked him. Betweening inside was hard at the best of times and even harder for such a large dragon. I can, Chaoth assured her. He would, or die trying at least.
Mer slammed her dirk into her sheath in frustration. "Auran, Vikky, come," she whispered. Even her silly green knew to be quiet now. Mer threw Chaoth's straps on his back, no time to put them on, and grab her riding jacket. Then she climbed up to Chaoth's back with practiced ease, her two fire lizards taking places on his neck. Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about how dangerous what they were doing was and focus on the image Baoth had sent them. Let's go.
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They arrived in the air above the mountains and Chaoth landed quickly next to Baoth. The large brown did his best to hide among the trees, though at least his color blended in well enough. I thank you, Baoth, for helping us escape, Chaoth told his sister gratefully. They would have been captured or killed without her quick thinking. Merridan left Vikky and Auran with him and slid down to check on K'lir. She was glad he had gotten out as well. She didn't want to think what these invaders would do with a blind dragonrider.
Merridan could see Ka'rys and E'rro were here as well, and more dragons were coming. It looked like quite a few had made it out, but it was still far too few. How could they help the others with such a small force? K'lir and Miguel seemed alright at least, if a little upset. She couldn't blame them. Inside, she was burning with anger. Mer put a hand on the greenrider's shoulder as she passed. "Thanks," she forced out. It was hard be grateful when they were in such a mess, but he and his dragon had probably saved their lives.
Turning, she went to see what E'rro and Ka'rys were discussing. They hadn't called for her, but her wingleader was absent and she wasn't about to get left out of the loop. Chaoth tell me if you see any of our wingmates, Merridan asked, forcing herself to stay calm. They needed to know who else had made it out. Of course.
OOC: Hoayamae and Nabrik have also evacuated, I will add them to future posts since this one is already so long.
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Ruby
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Jr.Weyrwoman Caden Bronzehandler Piden Bluerider M'kai Bluerider T'ri Greenrider Tenlie Greenhandler Serissa
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Post by Ruby on Oct 12, 2010 13:31:09 GMT -5
M'kai and Futh were still in the clearing when Ciceroth's call came, waiting desperately for the missing Weyrlings. None had contacted them, but at least M'kai had made sure their dragons had their first set of coordinates. If they did make it, they wouldn't know where to go, but the WOULD know to ask him for the final location. That way, there was no way for the invaders to get it out of the Sr. Weyrlings they may have captured. Captured, not killed. M'kai couldn't bear to think about killed, not now.
But the call did come, and even with the 'please' it couldn't be ignored. M'kai mounted up, careful of the blistered hide on Futh's left shoulder, and transferred between. As the pair came in for a landing, he couldn't help but count the Senior Weyrlings again. Seven, if he hadn't missed anyone in the quiet chaos that had overtaken the clearing. Seven out of 13. At least this time, there was nothing else he could have done. The blue, meanwhile, had spotted a few of his own siblings, something that made him more than thrilled. At least some of them had gotten out!
It was only seconds before the Blue landed in a clear area, then burrowed away under the trees as his shirtless, poorly armed rider stalked towards the Weyrlings. He wasn't about to leave them instructionless, not in this chaos. Gesturing them over, he explained, "Since we don't have Rof'l with us, T'mund..." He didn't totally trust the Brownweyrling to lead, not on his own. Who was the oldest? "... and Jazzheera are in charge. I want all of your dragons in fighting formation under the trees, out of sight but ready to protect yourselves if need be. Don't move until you hear from me or the Weyrsecond." Without waiting to see if they complied, he headed off in Ka'rys' direction. He wasn't sure why he was included in that group - he had Weyrlings in his charge, thanks - but he wasn't about to cause a problem, not now. Even if it meant working with Elysia.
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Still in his pajamas, a yawning T'mund slumped down to the ground, leaning against Jagjith's bulk hidden under the trees. The pair had naturally gravitated towards Tenlie and Rajnith, who had made it to the clearing first, and as the Greenweyrling had immediately gone in search of Jazzheera and Dhavalth, there was a bit of a Weyrling convention going on under the trees on the far side of the clearing from Ciceroth. Tenlie at least seemed pretty shaken, T'mund observed, and Jagjith snorted his disdain. Those who cannot master their fear will find themselves in a poor position come Threadfall, the Brown commented, but whatever he might have done about Tenlie's nerves was cut off by M'kai.
Jagjith got to his feet as soon as the Weyrlingmaster approached, prepared for anything. T'mund, who had been dumped to the ground by the sudden movement, struggled up and dusted off the seat of his pants before jerking his head up. No Rof'l, no T'by... the rest were greens and blues. He was in charge of something. Jagjith seemed about as pleased as he ever did: The Weyrlingmaster has made an intelligent decision. Dhavalth and I will work well together, and this way there is no color favoritism. Now, get them in order, T'mundmine! We must not waste even a moment.
T'mund just looked at Jazz helplessly, not sure what to do know. He was supposed to share responsibility? He wasn't even dressed yet! "I guess... V-formation?" he asked tentatively, glancing back at Jagjith. The brown just fixed His with a calmly whirling eye. Hurry up, T'mund~
((Ten saw Miguel and waved at him, too, if he happens to glance her direction. The rest of mine are back at the Weyr))
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Post by dragon on Oct 12, 2010 16:53:43 GMT -5
There was something to be said for being a muddy thunderstorm of brown and vaguely grey colors. Though not at all the most attractively colored dragon, Frosstyth was better off than most dragons when it came to hiding out in the forest. The big brown had some forest type stuff propped on him to mask his outline, but otherwise his dull, lackluster hide concealed him well enough naturally, without the further dulling of stress.
It had been a hell of a morning, and nothing less than confusing on top of the alarm. C'oar was nearby, mostly just checking on people and helping out where he could while he waited to see what happened next. The attack had come at an absurd hour of the morning for the Weyr ... which was probably why that time had been picked, in his estimation. Very few people had even been awake. C'oar had, but only barely. He'd had just enough time to dress and make his way to the forge to start the fires up for the day. His normal routine was to get the place warming up and leave it to be tended by one of the non-riding smiths that tinkered around there, before going to morning drills. He hadn't even managed to make it in the door before the attack had arrived.
Naturally, his first reaction was to do something about that ... but it had been so very swift and unlooked for. At the order to evacuate and the obvious nature of the overwhelming odds, it had been logical to do just that. Leave, regroup, and maybe at another time get to come back home. Frosstyth had been right there, as he'd been the one to take him to the forge in the first place, and they'd betweened right there under the canopy, barely airborne for the jump.
Now? Now, he just kept an eye out and waited for someone to come up with the next leg of the plan. Storm was hiding inside Frosstyth's mouth, of all places, rather stressed out at the sensation of so much death so fast raining down on his little mind. So many of these people weren't even dressed, much less had shoes on. Many more were covered in blood. Some their own, some not. He figured that he should probably find his wingleader and work from there what would be best done, but he'd yet to spot S'rei or S'kor anywhere. Next up would logically be Weyrleader ... except his Wingleader happened to be the Weyrleader, go figure.
Apparently, the chain was majorly busted. Not that this was at all surprising. Wait ... there went Ka'rys. Maybe that was a place to start from. C'oar watched the small man move about for a moment, before heading off in that direction himself. It irked him greatly that he had not had a chance to take down several of the invaders before having retreated. But at least he was fully dressed, armed as was his habit, and fully intact. He could help with this next stage, whatever it was. Stopping a short distance from the group that was gathering, he stood in utter silence and just watched and listened. Technically, he probably shouldn't even be there. But everything was upside down and backwards, not to mention busted. If they needed something, he was there. Just as placid as ever on the surface, though inside he was boiling with rage. If it took him dozens of turns, he'd take the head of every last one of those murdering bastards.
She was scared. Okay, that was an understatement. She was utterly terrified. Furthermore, Isori had not wanted to leave her new home at all. At least, not without Orena. All she knew was she'd been uncerimoniously dumped out of her bed by the Candidate Master bellowing like an enraged bull. Shards the man was scary when he wasn't being his normally pleasant self. At least he hadn't been mad at her, more getting everyone awake and moving. Something had happened. Emoyan had got them all started, though she already knew that not all of the Candidates had made it out. Not all of them ... and certainly not him, either. It had happened all so fast.
And she couldn't find Orena anywhere. At all. She'd hunted all over after getting carted out here on a random dragon she didn't remember which one. So, here she was. Alone in a crowd of strangers, her sister missing, even her Master was missing ... she didn't know anyone, and wouldn't know an enemy from a friend if they smacked her.
Understandably, the fear was making itself known on her rather mobile features, and the occasional tear was found to roll down her cheek though she wasn't actively sobbing. Confused, alarmed, and completely lost, Isori decided she needed to find someone to buddy up with. Just for starters. Especially since she'd been unable to find her sister. She sniffed, and rubbed her nose with the back of one hand to quell an itch. Looking around with huge chocolate eyes, she tried to find someone who wasn't actively doing something. She didn't even really have any skills to try and help out with ... she could make cloth from scratch? What sort of skill was that in a situation like this? She didn't even really understand what exactly had happened.
Spotting what looked like a group of youths that were all with some smaller than typical (maybe they were weyrlings?) dragons, Isori started over that way. Hoping upon hope that Orena was in there somewhere, with her chunky green. Her heart sank when she didn't see her sister anywhere. Fists balling up a handful of her nightshift, she bit her bottom lip and randomly picking someone to move toward. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. Maybe Orena would turn up, and she would have worried for nothing. She looked around a bit, and then edged a bit closer to her picked person, before looking at them with a deer-in-the-lamplight gaze. "Hi." She offered quietly, hoping that Tenlie would have some idea what was going on, before looking at some of the others in the vicinity. She had no clue who any of them were at all. Not one. But having young dragons, she was hoping that her assumption that they weren't enemy was a good one.
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Post by rii on Oct 12, 2010 17:57:07 GMT -5
Under the shade of the trees sat the brownpair. Trilarth more ore less sprawled over the ground in childish defiance while Rven sat on his side, find the position near enough to a tree to use as back support. A stick twirling between his fingers as he watched the arrivals. As others came, and none of them more familiar than I know you in passing kind of way, R'ven took to examining the ground.
Trilaranth eased out a irritated sigh, Said it yourself, she's a healer so they'll want her in one piece, and he's ignored 'cause he's a handler. I worry about everyone. Some more than others. If you really want to go back– Don't even. We're not going back. Just offering.[/i]
R'ven snorted, sliding down the beast's side to be on his feet again. It was fortunate enough they had been heading out for an early morning walk when the keen sounded. M'ta being nearby to issue instructions. The hold-born smith didn't have a clue what was happening, he would freely admit it. At least he had mind enough to follow orders. So there he sat now, in the shadow looking over the glade, and couldn't stop feeling guilty that he had left..
.. and his dragon was sulking that they didn't stay behind to get a chance to sink a bit of claw and fang into the enemy.
The brownrider shook it off, moving off through the trees at a distance from the others. He wanted something to do, but a glance in the direction of bronze rider Ka'rys showed that the man only had interest in those of his wing. A vague wondering where S'rei was crossed his mind, but a quick mental answer of dead banished the thought. Another glance went to the younger weyrlings that looked to be.. doing formation. Busy work to take the mind off it all, R'ven guessed.
Eventually the brownrider found himself near K'lir and Miguel, eyes flicking over the bloody kid that didn't appear injured (all that blood and the lad was standing upright on his own suggested as much). He knew K'lir couldn't see, but R'ven glanced at the green dragon and bronze salamandyr before lazily pointing over his shoulder with a thumb anyway. "There's water over this way if you want to clean him up.. "
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Oct 12, 2010 18:20:31 GMT -5
There was no need to have Ciceroth tell Nuoth to have Hers join the others at Ismaroth, as it turned out. The green dutifully relayed the information but Nephele had already been moving towards the brown anyways. Once she had managed to properly compose herself behind a mask of indifference she had decided to check up on E'rro to find out anything more about the invasion...and perhaps anything he could tell her about Erilena. She had been on shift, hadn't she?
All the people left behind, all the people dead...no she shouldn't think about it. She took note of the other people hovering nearby. She wasn't sure Ka'rys had called for Merridan and that other man to be nearby but oh well. She could understand the desire to know what was going on. Merridan, K'lir, M'kai, Meira....a fair few from her weyrling class were present, not that she'd ever been close to any of them. She sighed to herself as she joined Ka'rys and E'rro.
She couldn't even really vent to Nuoth at that moment either. The green had become overwhelmed and retreated emotionally from everything. Kind of what she was doing, just it actually worked for the green. Even if only to mindmates, Nephele needed to get things out. Her firelizards were doing their best to comfort her and themselves. It would have to do until they could get somewhere safe.
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Ciceroth requests your presence at Ismaroth, Ioth told his quietly. He had snapped back to his usual personality after the imminent danger had passed. Short of doing sweeps for them, they shouldn't be found at their current spot for a bit. Time enough to figure out just where they would go now that they had escaped. Iskierka rather thought making sure the weyr was truly theirs would be a first priority. Squash out opposition later, as it were. No harm in being on guard, though.
"Of course he does," she said in response, moving towards the small knot of people forming near Ismaroth. There were those not of their wing hovering near the fringes as well...hmph. Iskierka ignored them for the most part. Her eyes snagged on the parchment and she was quietly thoughtful. It was a near suicidal mission to pick those up but they'd be necessary. While she did dislike some of Ka'rys' mannerisms she did respect him, to a degree.
That Ka'rys was covered in blood reminded her that she had some of the enemies blood on her too. She kept the disgust off her face but she certainly felt it. Lovely. At least she was properly dressed. Her gaze wandered to Nephele briefly. A night shift was hardly appropriate for running around in. For a brief moment she felt pity for the girl before she brushed it away and returned her focus to Ka'rys and E'rro.
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Jazz could do little to comfort Tenlie, save for a quick hug upon meeting up again and staying nearby. She wasn't in the best shape herself, though it was less fear and more worry. Worry for her friends, worry for her brother.... Behruth had told Dhavalth that M'ta would live but the fact that he wasn't with her meant that something had happened to him. "I hate them," she muttered softly to herself. She fully intended to let some of the invaders taste her blades eventually.
She would have preferred to stay behind and fight fro mthe inside but she'd be satisfied if sticking with the group that was present meant getting back at them in the future. No one got away with hurting her friends and family. Jazheera didn't even notice M'kai approach until he said her name and something about being in charge. Huh? Dhavalth helpfully filled her in before worming his way out of the awkward position he'd taken up in the trees. No dragon should have been able to get in such a position, nevermind be comfortable like that, but Dhavalth was a weird one.
Jazheera looked at T'mund and almost winced. Perhaps this was the reason why she had been told to help T'mund? As far as she could tell she was the oldest of the class. Tenlie might be the same age, or older, but she wasn't in any condition to lead anyone. Dhavalth was rather pleased with the situation though. "Yes, that works." As a girl approached she nodded a greeting to her before quietly adding, "And maybe have the weyrfolk and candidates who evacuated mount up as well."
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Tashe
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"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Oct 12, 2010 20:23:00 GMT -5
Stitching your own leg wasn't a very fun process and under normal circumstances he would have asked Meira to do it, but he had the supplies right there and he'd put the Goldrider through enough already. She would probably be needed else where soon enough. He had just succeeded in wrapping the wound in dressings when his Wingleader decided to make an appearance. Using Ismaroth's side as support he lifted himself off of the ground, although he primarily put his weight on his right leg. Before shouldering his medical bag, he cleaned most of the blood off his hands, wordlessly accepting the document given to him. "Hmm." It turned out to be a map. A very nicely detailed one at that. E'rro nodded once as Ka'rys gave him an explanation, he'd known the Bronzerider long enough to trust the short and simple. But all in all, he was more than relieved to see that 'Rys wasn't dead or seriously injured.
"These will be invaluable." Eyes traced the map as he uncomfortably shifted to a better position. "We're rather in the middle of no-where, aren't we?" The Wingsecond paused, noticing the blood on the Bronzerider's clothing. He lifted an eyebrow questioningly. "Need treatment?" Feather chirped while crawling onto his shoulder, once settled she began preening the hair behind his ear. Rummaging around in his personal medical bag, the E'rro pulled out a flask of liquid before offering it to the Bronzer. He could tell that the man was a walking pile of nerves right now. "Here. Its a herb mixture, it'll settle you out a little." Later he would memorize the map, right now they needed to sort out what the hell they were all going to do. As the others gathered around, he shifted so he was standing next to Ka'rys rather than across from him, allowing his fellow Riders to join their grouping of two. He nodded to everyone as they arrived, the map still held in one of his hands.
Shuffling his wings Ismaroth counted everyone who entered their hide away, making sure that no one unwelcome had managed to hitch a ride. When most of his Wing had bunkered down, he left the watching to them and tapped the end of his tail against the ground. To all the Dragons present he asked, Is anyone injured? Please speak up now if you, Yours or the people you have brought need medical attention. Ismaroth crossed his front legs at his wrist joints and sighed heavily, this was going to turn out to be a hardship for everyone.
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(E'iah is with the other Weyrlings, I just dun have anything creative to say about him other than he's scared and missing Rishin. Oh and obviously, he's dealing with Viveth who is flipping out with paranoia and repeatedly saying 'I told you so.' o___o)
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Post by Rei on Oct 12, 2010 21:43:02 GMT -5
Onyth was anxious. The green shifted back and forth in her standing position, Elysia still upon her back. “Would you stop fidgeting? It isn’t helping anything. Easy love.” The green obediently stilled although her tail still thrashed back and forth. Sighing the greenrider tapped a foot against one of the bags of medical supplies her dragon was loaded with. There was way too much moving. Not enough organization. Too much time for people to fall to pieces. Any type of work helped at this point. Her dark dragon suddenly swung her head around towards Ismaroth. Ciceroth wants you to meet his and a few others near Ismaroth. He says please. The benden woman nodded and slid off Onyth to start in that direction.
As Elysia walked she absently brushed at the blood stains on her shirt. Pity she couldn’t have killed more of the bastards. Drawing up to the little group she gave Ka’rys and E’rro a respectful nod and then took a position beside Iskierka. The maps caught her attention but she remained silent. There wasn’t anything she could offer currently. Besides, despite her intense dislike for bronzeriders in general, she both respected and trusted Ka’rys enough to believe they where called there for something important.
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Cr’oph absently wandered through the camp his eyes taking in anything and everything. Who from our wing made it? Did Sel’n. He and Kaaoloth have not appeared. Thus I assume no. The only one’s present are R'men and Weith, Merridan and Chaoth, R'ven and Trilaranth, and your twin. The rest do not seem to have made it. There was palatable emotion in his bronze’s tone and the red head frowned upon hearing it. Mavenath hardly showed emotion most of the time. His only soft spot remained his siblings. Especially those with mutations. It actually hurt the bronze to have had to leave them behind. Hurt and at the same time angered him.
Thoughts of his dragon where pushed to the back of his mind as he caught sight of R’ven. No he had no love for the other man. But nor did he hate him. Spent enough time with him during the lessons with S’rei and in wing drills to have at least a tolerance, if not a tad bit of respect, for the larger brownrider. So it was that small group Cr’oph approached. Miguel was given a quick glance, a bit of sympathy in it, before he spoke. S’rei’s kid. He remembered him, at least a little. Seen the young boy before at the very least. “Don’t know if it will help any but I’ve got some supplies back where Mave is. Not much but I have a change of clothes, water, maybe even some dried food. My clothes would be huge on him but we can rig something up I’m sure. Better than being covered in blood.” Food and water might help the kid to.
Shrugging the bronzer trailed off and nodded to R’ven. “Not many from the wing showed up. Just you, me, Merridan, R’men and M’kai. I don’t know if you where able to contact anyone from the wing before you and Trilaranth betweened?” Probably not but didn’t hurt to ask. Besides with Sel’n gone someone had to make sense of it, and R’men seemed less than inclined to take that step.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Oct 13, 2010 15:09:54 GMT -5
They’ll be fine, soft and urgently soothing, half-heartedly hidden anxiety vibrating in the undertones, All of them. They /will/ be. The hatchling and Dsoleth’s and all of the Weyrlings and Millieth’s and her hatchling—all of them. It had the touch of a promise, an emptiness behind the words giving away the lie. The gold dragon was coiled quietly at one end of the clearing, tail tapping an agitated rap against the soil, sending up puffs of soft gray dust every second, eyes a bright shade of anxious yellow. Even Weith’s presence could not bring red into Jingth’s gaze—she was just ignoring him.
Thank Faranth for small mercies.
“You don’t know that.” Leaning against the dragon’s side, Meira didn’t bother trying to keep the misery out of her voice—“They could be dead.” Mimic squirmed in her pocket, the Salamandyr’s eyes dimming into depressed whites. He’d woken right before they went between the second time, and the knowledge that Lilitu and Doppelganger weren’t within a five minute run anymore, mate or eggbrother, and his favorite hatchling wasn’t with them either—he didn’t have the energy to try and cheer anybody up. Just wanted to find them all…
Meira pushed her fingers down the seam on the medical emergency supply bag on her shoulder, traced the bumps of the stitching. “I just want to know,” she said quietly, helpless and hating it. She’d always been able to do something before, felt like—things as casual as waking up to soothe one of Riaren’s nightmares; she’d always known. And now she didn’t, and it was sickeningly terrifying. Jingth pushed her muzzle against her stomach lightly, huffing out a warm breath, comfortingly.
Ciceroth requests you approach Ismaroth, she murmured, Presumably His has instructions of some description, or ideas. Can you, dearest?
“Yeah,” blinking in slight confusion in the direction indicated, “I guess, yeah…” Wasn’t used to being called for much, really. Kaegan and Savitri had always done that—but Kaegan wasn’t here and Savitri never would be, so she supposed that did leave her. She pressed a quick kiss to Jingth’s muzzle before she peeled herself off of the dragon’s side to make her way down to Ismaroth and the group there, ending up right next to Ismaroth. She folded her arms loosely across her stomach, glancing between Ka’rys and E’rro silently—one of them would start, wouldn’t they…
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Post by glamourie on Oct 13, 2010 20:34:45 GMT -5
Invaluable, yes – hopefully. Ka’rys’s face was guarded, which was really not that unusual for him; he didn’t typically waste words. His gaze lingered on the parchment, and he wanted to ask – wanted to ask if E’rro was at least okay. He was obviously hurt but everyone was hurt and his head was all over the place. His weyrmate was gone. That was bad enough; she took with her Ciceroth’s mate and his bronze was miserable and upset. Upset Ciceroth was usually enough to destroy Ka’rys’s ability to think clearly. But this – this was worse because Keravi – he’d seen – his stomach was in knots. The question of whether he needed treatment made him actually jolt out of the crushing wave of melancholy and he shook his head slowly, as though coming out of a trance. In a way, he was. “The blood isn’t mine.” He wasn’t injured. Some of it was from the guard who stayed at Savitri’s weyr; there was only one, probably for a lookout. The rest of the blood, the amount that covered his arms and chest, was from Savitri herself. He’d gone there because he had to know and it was a safer place for Ciceroth (Baoth instead, it turned out) to pick him up and he’d seen –
There was nothing worse than the stone cold, undeniable truth that your child was gone forever. Savitri dying was hard enough; he’d never get a chance to even try to fix things with them. But Keravi too – that was –
Nerve tonic. Was he that obvious?
Chandath’s is here, Ciceroth informed him silkily; the words actually took the edge off some of Ka’rys’s anxiety. No doubt that was why he told him. She has the littler hatchling. SavitriCath’s and Yours. The Samling. The bronze fidgeted from his spot; he was not directly next to Ismaroth, instead choosing to curl around Chandath who was (for once) quiet. His tail was also wound around Hers, with a possessiveness that most dragons reserved only for Theirs. Right at that moment, all Ciceroth was able to feel was the upset that Ka’rys was feeling and the worry and the need to know that at least these two were okay... because Samera’s twin would never be coming back.
“Thanks,” Ka’rys whispered, taking a drink from the flask. Anyone else he’d have refused. He trusted E’rro not to poison him. He wasn’t sure that he trusted anyone else on Pern anymore. He handed the flask back without a word, for right at that moment others were starting to arrive – some of whom were people he hadn’t called for. That was... frustrating. Very frustrating.
“Merridan and... C’oar, is it?” The bronzerider cocked his head slightly and then glanced around before turning back to them. “If you two would be so kind as to help with the weyrlings and the weyrfolk... some of them are likely confused, and some are also likely hurt. I would be immensely grateful if both of you could take the time to gather all injured parties together – anyone who responds to Ismaroth’s call,” he glanced at Ismaroth gratefully; he’d been just about to ask Ciceroth to do the very same thing, “and get them into the same place for our healers to look over them. Less scattered would be good in the case of the riders.” It was a very thinly disguised way of saying Go away but Ka’rys wasn’t trying to be rude. Everyone was stressed, and even he was terrified and jumpy. The last thing he needed was everyone wanting him to give them explanations immediately when he didn’t have any explanations. That was why he called Legatus, Meira and the Weyrlingmaster first. They were the ones most likely to be able to answer his questions.
As his wing arrived, Ka’rys turned and frowned – almost sympathetically – to Nephele. He’d have offered her his riding jacket but it was completely covered in blood. He was betting that would not be well-received. “E’rro, do you have a blanket that Nephele can wrap herself in?” He didn’t want her to catch a chill. Nudity didn’t bother him (weyrbred, after all) but he was betting she wouldn’t be terribly comfortable in front of a group wearing that. He didn’t know her very well though – possible he was wrong. Either way, it was intended to be considerate. His gaze fell on Meira next and he put one hand on her shoulder; it was the closest thing to a sympathetic gesture that Ka’rys could muster. “You’re not hurt, are you, goldrider?” She didn’t seem to be – physically. He could sympathize with her, though – Ciceroth had informed him that Checkoth’s was left behind; it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. “I’m going to need your help. I’m told you’re an exceptional healer and right now, that’s what we need. E’rro’s specialization is dragonhealing, and I don’t think we have any other healers with us. Can you handle taking care of any injured humans?” Giving her something to take her mind off things might help. “Onyth and Ioth should have supplies that we sniped from the infirmary. Hopefully there’s whatever you need.”
Turning to the other people summoned, Ka’rys asked softly, “I need to know numbers. How many do we have with us? How many weyrlings, how many weyrfolk, dragonriders? Do we have any other healers?” To M’kai he said specifically, “You’re defacto Weyrlingmaster; I need Iskierka’s time right now, and my understanding is that your class mostly got out. Can you keep your students calm? Right now would be a very bad time for panic.”
They needed to get rid of the blood. They were going to attract felines that way...
You and Yours are welcome. Baoth’s response, while curt, was actually ‘warmer’ than most of her responses to people as a rule. She was cold – a cold, cold dragon. It took something drastic to change that – something like being uprooted from her home. She didn’t croon because any noise might draw attention, and she’d been taught better than that. She settled for nosing at the ground, eyeing Chaoth’s as she approached Hers – she didn’t like females and she especially didn’t like them near Hers, but for once, Baoth made no comment. She settled for turning to nuzzle the hatchling’s back affectionately. They were there. No need to be scared anymore; they were there.
Mer’s touch made K’lir nod mutely; he didn’t point out that if it were up to him, they’d have grabbed Miguel and ran. He wasn’t a cruel individual but his priorities were to the boy who was practically his son before anyone else. He didn’t feel that he owed Mer anything, and he didn’t feel terribly sentimental about her. Baoth may have but that was Baoth’s problem. He was just glad that Miguel was okay – the boy’s words made him look down to narrowly avoid crying and clinging to him; he’d been so scared it hurt, so scared. The apology made him shake his head and he lifted one hand to cup Miguel’s chin; he couldn’t see his face, couldn’t see the upset that he knew was there, the words You’ve seen way too much springing to his mind. He didn’t like that slight tone in his voice; no child ever deserved to have that tone in their voice. It made him angry again, but not at Miguel – at the people who did that to him.
“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” His voice was as serious as he could muster when it was more in his nature to hiss insults and shriek profanities. K’lir wasn’t good at being a grown up but he was definitely trying. The question about S’rei made him pale and K’lir said, “I don’t know, Miguel.” He couldn’t tell him that S’rei was probably dead – that would crush him. And he couldn’t lie. So he settled for as much honesty as he could. “Baoth can’t reach Salenth, but we are very far away from home right now. I promise if she can, I’ll tell you first thing. Or I’ll make her tell you.” It made sense that Miguel wondered – so did K’lir; the thought of the Weyrleader being gone made him want to throw up, he was so upset – but he didn’t know anything. He was hoping against all odds that S’rei was okay. He was a survivor... right? He’d survived worse than their Weyrwoman surrendering to invaders (what in Faranth’s name was Kaegan thinking!?)
At least the blood wasn’t his. If he was hurt, K’lir wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep from screaming in rage and beating a tree to a pulp or something.
Words – words –
Who you? Showoff, not cursing? Yeah. Miracle. Cannot see, mine. Lead us; little needs cleaned.
“Hi,” K’lir said without turning from where he was trying to clean Miguel up with his sleeve. Not like he’d see him if he turned around anyway so why bother? “Thanks – um – can you lead us to it and help us out a little...?” He wasn’t above asking for help, even from a stranger. It was a voice he vaguely recognized and Baoth trusted him, so he was assuming this was not someone who was dangerous. Probably naive, but he needed to believe that he wasn’t surrounded by enemies on all sides, even if that meant being somewhat ridiculously trusting right then. “I can’t... see... and I don’t want to get us lost. Sorry if that’s kind of an inconvenience, but I’d appreciate it.” He was even being polite; see, see, he was capable of that. The other one speaking made K’lir incline his head and then he tacked on, “If you’ve got a change of clothes that will fit Miguel at least moderately, I’d appreciate that too.” He didn’t know who this one was – something about wings; didn’t care at all right then – as long as Miguel was okay. “I think this guy – sorry; I don’t know your name – can help us get clean, but I don’t have any clothes or anything, I’ve just got some blankets for riding... um...”
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Post by dragon on Oct 13, 2010 23:10:40 GMT -5
C'oar only nodded at the instruction that Ka'rys offered. Basically ... the same stuff he'd already been doing. Sigh. And still no real clue what was actually going on. What a mess. But he did act upon what he was told, moving off away from the group that was assembling with alarming speed. C'oar was not sure if this was because they'd been called, or if Ka'rys had developed a gravity well by being the only wingleader in sight.
Oh well. So ... weyrlings and weyrfolk. He wasn't sure what he could do for either. He didn't see a whole lot in the way of weyrfolk, really. Weyrlings were easier to spot, for sure. So in that direction he went, pretty sure he could keep them calm if nothing else. Simply because, at least externally, he was calm. Being a full fledged rider also helped a lot, he was sure.
They seemed to be gathering, and on a level based on what they'd just gone through that might be a good thing. But given what might yet be coming down the pipe ... not a good thing. "Are any of you injured?" he started, figuring basics was best when addressing the motley group. "Any injured need to report to the healers to be tended. Anyone not hurt, remain where you are for the moment. Soon, you need to disperse a little better, clustering up is only going to make you more noticeable should a scout happen across this location."
That was ... probably ... more words than the mountain of a smith had spoken all week. For the moment he left it at that. Pretty clear, yes? Give them a chance to sort themselves out before requiring more of them. "Anyone need help getting moved?" always that chance someone was immobile due to injury ... pretty high chance, all things considered.
Isori blinked, there were so many strangers around. She had no idea who any of them were. But one of the girls nearby seemed to be taking charge. Or at least partial charge. Whatever was going on, at least they seemed to have a direction. Sortof. Chaos reigned champion over all, though. No sooner did a gal suggest something about mounting up again than someone else came over and said something about wounded and not clumping together like they were.
"Mounting up? Again?" Isori asked, balking. Where were they gonna go now? Riding a dragon just to get here had been more than she'd planned on for this day! "Do we even know what is going on? Does anyone know where my sister is? She has a dragon, a green." Okay, now she was just babbling ... likely no one was listening to her. Trauma, that or shock. Probably shock. Isori blinked again. Now she was diagnosing herself!! What in the world was the world coming to?
She had to be out of it. That was the only explanation. Isori twitched, and then reflexively ran her fingers through her hair, fighting the natural snarls in the chocolate whorls. It was something to do. Something to think about. Something not-stressful. Or ... well ... under normal circumstances a head full of snarls could be quite stressful. But now it was more of a nerve soothing action. Something familliar, the tug of hair on her scalp, fingers running through and twitching the knots loose.
Isori chewed her lip. Best not start talking again. She might not shut up, and then she might lose it entirely. She didn't need to lose her wits. She needed to find her sister. Where was Orena??? It didn't help in the least she had no idea who was friend, who was not ... or who all these people were.
All of a sudden she wished fervently that she was home again, and the most stressing thing she had to face was Father irate, or a mis-woven stretch of tapestry that had to be pulled out before the rest could be woven.
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Oct 13, 2010 23:32:34 GMT -5
"You're welcome." Corking the flask, E'rro tucked it back into his bag before belting the top down. Although for a moment he was tempted to take it out again. Everyone could have used a swig from it, but he had a feeling it was the only one they had among all of the medical supplies... and it would probably need to last. His other hand now free again, the Brownrider began studying the map again as his Wingleader set to handing out temporary tasks to those who had not been called. Frowning, he traced a finger along a thin river until it simply just ended. Obviously the sweeps hadn't been able to go any farther than that given time constraints and other happenstances. It really was quite annoying, seeing that it could possibly turn out to be the largest source of water. They'd have to explore and complete the river, they could even... the young man looked up when his name was said. "... yes I do. Excuse me."
Withdrawing from the circle E'rro limped the few steps over to Ismaroth's neck and used the straps from his harness to maneuver himself up onto the Brown's leg. Unlashing the extra blanket from its position, the Wingsecond clamped the edges between his teeth and slid down. He winced as pain flared in the tissue the numbweed hadn't temporarily deadened. Mine? Finefine, I've had worse. Returning to the circle he offered the Greenrider the blanket and continued to hold it out until she took it. He retrieved the map from his bag as the Bronzerider finished up speaking to their Weyrwoman. Hopefully Meira knew if she ever needed help that she just needed to ask him.
"All of Legatus minus M'ta are here." Ka'rys could probably see that, but it didn't hurt to mention it. "Isma says we have three adult Bronzes and four adult Browns. He had to divert his attention elsewhere before he finished counting the mature Blues and Greens. I can ask him to gather a full count..." He inclined his head slightly. "And as far as I've seen, other than Meira and I, no one else from any of the Infirmary shifts has evacuated. I have double Healer status, so I'm able to help deal with the humans as well if needed." Well, it was rather more of a "when" than "if", but he felt pessimism was probably not the right tone at the moment. E'rro made a closing motion with his hand, signaling that he was done contributing.
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Stroking Leifa as he waited, E'iah glanced down from the back of his Dragon. His initial horror had disappated into shock, although he could bear it more easily because of Viveth's need to be soothed. It forced the boy to take the lead and calm them both out, he really wished he knew what had happened exactly. There had been an attack. But by who? Although more importantly, where were they? Perhaps it was better if they didn't know. Perching his flitter on his shoulder, E'iah swung down from Viveth's neck and approached a frightened looking girl. Hadn't she been a candidate for the last hatching? Well who ever she was, she had to be a bit cold in that nightgown of hers. Leifa hopped into the air as he removed his riding jacket, slinging it over his arm he put a hand gently on Issori's shoulder.
"Hello. Are you a candidate?" His green landed back on his shoulder with a chirp before curling into his neck. She crooned quietly at the girl. "I am Werling E'iah of Viveth." He pointed a finger over his shoulder. "That bright Blue guy over there." He offered Issori a smile, even though he was just about as off kilter as she seemed. "We will mount up again in case we need to leave. As to whats going on, we were attacked. Probably by the North again. We'll know soon enough when the Weyrsecond, Bronzerider Ka'rys, gets everything in order." Poor girl, he remembered her now. "Your sister, she's one of the new Weyrlings right?"
He didn't know whether telling her the truth would be harmful or not, so he ended up hesitating for a few moments. "The Jr. Weyrlings weren't able to evacuate, but I'm sure that your sister is okay. They'd want them unhurt, wouldn't they? They have baby dragons just waiting to grow up." The last part... well, to be honest he didn't know whether it was the truth or not. He was only fifteen and holdbred after all, he wasn't exactly the epitomy of knowledge on war. E'iah listened to C'oar as he spoke, but seeing as he was neither hurt nor knew of anyone who was he didn't say anything. Holding out his jacket tentatively to her, he smiled wanly. "It looks like we're going to be moving around a little, if you're cold, you can wear my jacket until it warms up."
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Oct 14, 2010 14:57:59 GMT -5
Well this is chaotic. Darya observed from her lofty perch on Azrath, which she hadn’t actually bothered to leave yet, and likely wouldn’t until a clear course of action was decided or she got ordered to do something else. This was partly to keep out the chaos going on around her, but mostly because from up here she had an advantage in studying the crowd for people she wanted to see. Unfortunately none of them were appearing, and while Emoyan, and even young Mortanyal, might behard to spot in the crowd she felt sure she’d know if X’rx was there, Eveyth was distinctive enough, to her at least.
She is not here Darya.[/color] Azrath followed the line of his rider’s thoughts as easily as breathing, especially when she was fretting like this. I do not see the young one or your harper either. Nor the bronzehandler.[/color] The blue flared and resettled his wings in agitation, if he’d been able to point out even one of the people she was looking for it might have stopped her obsessing over the rest for a minute or two. It might even have gotten her on the ground.
Darya jumped slightly at the mention of Darmori, she hadn’t been consciously looking for him but Imp’s emotions were spilling over onto her again, and currently the bronze salamandyr was trying with all the eloquence at his command to get Bit to take him to his mate. The green firelizard however remained practically glued to Darya’s shoulder, which was just fine with the bluerider since she didn’t have to try and keep track of the silent green in this mess.
Balath was not happy for once in her short life, and neither was Jubilee. Both greens had a similar stance, head and wings drooping as if they simply couldn’t be bothered to raise them, and duller hides than normal. K’fuzzi was putting all his attention into trying to comfort the pair of greens, holding the firelizard close to his chest and pressing as much of his body as possible against Balath’s foreleg and shoulder, all the while keeping himself calm. He didn’t really think he could speak words of comfort to the two of them right now. At least they would soon forget why they were so upset, K’fuzzi didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget having his sleep interrupted by dragons keening.
R’fuin leaned against his dragon’s side in a deceptively casual pose, the normal air of carefree boyishness the bluerider wore had evaporated though. Rather than displaying his usual friendly grin R’fuin wore a suspicious, measuring look which he levelled at anyone who was speaking within earshot of him as if he could exract more information that way. It was probably beginning to annoy people around him.
Ylonth lounged, apparently at his ease, on the ground, though like his rider the pale blue’s pose was deceptive. His positioning was such that he could get to his feet swiftly, and without squashing anyone nearby. He, too listened, though not as intently as R’fuin, Ylonth tactic was more to keep a casual tag on all the dragon conversation he could hear without looking at anyone in particular. That way if anything interesting should come up he’d be able to relay it right away.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Oct 14, 2010 19:14:47 GMT -5
She stayed quiet while Ka’rys addressed Merridan and C’oar—familiar with Mer, she was, if only because of Jingth and Chaoth being from the same clutch, but not familiar enough to act on that familiarity. Meira dropped her head slightly, tucking her chin. Jerked her gaze up to Ka’rys at the touch to her shoulder, startled by the attention—being special was still definitely strange. The goldrider nodded mutely at the question, because she was sure that was what was expected of her; she hadn’t been hurt. Physically, she was perfectly fine. Just…she didn’t feel anywhere close to fine, but that was entirely mental. She’d cope. They’d all have to.
“Yeah…” Her voice felt strange, probably from the shift away from stunned muteness, but Meira didn’t linger on it. She took a step back from the group, flicking a quick glance at E’rro, before she turned to move towards the other group. The bag she had tucked over her shoulder should carry them through most of the superficial wounds—Meira was pretty sure that nobody who’d been badly injured would be able to get out. Between was pretty much horrible for wounds, though, if they’d tried to get out anyway—they’d see. The sound of someone calling for order had Meira turning automatically, quizzically brushing against Jingth’s mind.
Recap, please? The gold’s consciousness was warm, earning a physical shiver from the goldrider, as if the contrast between voice and air had finally sunk in, Frosstyth’s said that the injured need to report to Healers, is all. I believe that’s you and Ismaroth’s only for now. The apprentices mostly didn’t make it. Says anyone not injured should remain where they are—but that we need to disperse? Vaguely puzzled, the gold crooned, before she added, You should advise them against moving far; there are felines and we should wait for Ciceroth’s to make a decision. Finding the lost will only serve to take more time.
Didn’t want to raise her voice—something about the headache pressing against her temples, the sick sinking feeling still in the pit of her stomach—so Meira made her way over to C’oar, arms still wrapped around herself for the illusion of warmth, “Make sure none of them go far. I don’t think it’ll take long to come up with something,” glancing up at the brownrider, a little nervously, because really—tall people were tall, “Was anyone injured, did you see…?” She didn’t expect C’oar to know if everyone was all right—but still, better than wandering around haplessly, right?
Jingth had no such problems. And shouting would not be an issue, either: Any injured, Mine is available to treat any wounds.. The instructions were clearly broadcast, crisp—if having orders would help people break out of that numbness (it worked for Hers, didn’t it) then why not.
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