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Post by Rei on Sept 2, 2011 17:23:45 GMT -5
Kairodeth was perched upon the rim of the hatching grounds, the large benden bronze’s head sweeping to and fro as he took in the camp in it’s entirety. His whirling eyes finally settled on the large golden Millieth. The Senior queen was due to clutch any day it was imperative that they get the hatching caverns cleaned out, though they were rapidly running out of time and manpower. The situation was far less ideal then it could be. R’kelmine. Feyrianth reports that they have stabilized who they can and have about run out of what supplies they had remaining. We shall have to send the whers back in tonight to see if they can uncover anything more. Romeoth says Millieth appears to be restless. Nothing we can do about that. I’ll let K’ian know.
With H’nes dead it fell upon the few remaining bronzers to keep the weyr intact. Or what was left of the weyr. The where in a pretty dire situation. If Fort or Benden found out about this... Well R’kel wasn’t really wanting to think about that currently. They had the whers and what able dragons they had left clearing out things as fast as possible but, with structural damage and the small quake they had had on top of it afterwards, it was very slow going and dangerous work.
A sudden warning from the watch dragon had Kairodeth’s head snapping up, a bugle of alarm leaving his throat. R’kelmine. Minth reports that there a small wing approaching from the south. A small wing? The bronzer had been conversing with the Goldhandler about going back in after healing supplies and with a final nod to Eikane he left the man. Starting in a fast clip for his dragon he cursed. Just what they needed now. Inform Romeoth and Kierjaarth. Tell Millieth and Nitrath to stay put and keep the rest calm. We need to find out who that is, what they want, and rally the wings for action if necessary. Of course. Even as he spoke the large bronze leapt from his perch to collect his bonded and sent out a sudden flurry of mental commands.
With R’kel mounted Kairodeth winged up and over the camp with the other bronzes to land on a rock outcropping a small distance from camp. As he waited for the other two bronzes and their riders to land he bespoke the single bronze in the incoming wing. Hold where you are. Your name, rank, and weyr please. Kairodeth’s tone while not welcoming was also carefully devoid of inflection. R’kel gave a glance to both K’ian and Mi’rah, signaling to K’ian to keep on his guard before turning his eyes back towards the wing in the sky.
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When the aftershock from the massive earthquake had even shaken Burimyu Elysia couldn’t help herself. She had stolen to Selenitas once again out of curiosity and seeing the damage had returned to brief the council.
Things had moved rapidly from there. Elysia hadn’t exactly asked to go on this little venture. No she had demanded to go on it. Thankfully S’rei hadn’t put up a fight at all. Which at first surprised her but then she just decided to go with it. He had his reasons she was sure. Ones that she was no always privy to. Onyth stayed in position behind and to the left of Salenth, flanking her mate and glancing every so often at the rest of her wing. Darya, Jazheera, Merridan, C’oar, and A’emi. An odd mix maybe but she trusted at least Azrath and perhaps Chaoth to an extent. Elysia herself had concern only for making sure S’rei stayed alive. Single minded her rider could be at times.
The call from the watch dragon was expected though the dark female took no notice of her. Instead merely waiting for the orders of her Wingleader (or with Azrath’s here as well Onyth supposed that was Wingleaders) in this venture. When the three enemy(?) bronzes approached the green slowed her forward progress, eyes whirling a bit faster as she carefully watched the milling about of dragons and riders below. Elysia stroked her dragon’s neck and glanced at first Darya and then S’rei’s back. She trusted the bronzerider at least knew what he was doing, but still they where just one wing against the rest of an entire weyr.
Hopefully Selenitas was desperate enough to listen. They sure looked pretty desperate.
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Things to Note
This thread takes place two days after the major earthquake hit. Aftershocks and another minor earthquake have since rocked the canyon further destroying the weyr and leaving clean up a seemingly impossible task.
Millieth is due to clutch any day now and the hatching grounds have been completely destroyed.
The remaining survivors of the weyr have built a base camp near the caved in hatching stadium. A sense of despair and hopelessness hangs heavy over the survivors. Over half of the population of Selenitas has been wiped out during the earthquake or shortly after. The injured are being treated round the clock by the small ragtag group of healers left alive. Not having the supplies or numbers to keep up with the massive demand placed upon their shoulders the death toll has been high despite best efforts.
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Post by Requiem on Sept 2, 2011 17:41:59 GMT -5
Hold the path, Salenth told the other dragons calmly, at the challenge of the bronzes. He saw no reason to act the supplicant. Not when he came with an entirely different purpose in mind.
The devastation was mind-boggling. S'rei looked upon his home with something like shock, even having heard the reports from Elysia along with the other two members of Burimyu's Council. Logically an earthquake that had produced such aftershocks as to even reach the mountains beyond Blossom Lake must have been something terribly large, it could not have prepared him to see the ruins and the wretched stretch of humanity and dragons arrayed outside the collapsed Hatching Grounds. There was little enough time to sit here with thought in abeyance, however; those bronzes were twitching. As well they should be. Had it been anyone else, they would be arranging their last stand or surrender.
Rather than addressing only those who challenged, Salenth's voice touched all there. We, Salenth and Azrath, members of the Burimyu Council come with others from Burimyu Weyr to offer sanctuary and aid to the survivors of Selenitas. The command was then given for the wing to land in an open area some distance from the destruction, unsure ground and clutter of the homeless. Come, let us discuss matters, Salenth requested of these bronzes. There was no doubt in the minds of dragon or rider that there was nothing to fear from these but perhaps sharp words and pricked pride.
S'rei dismounted without waiting to see how they might respond, sweeping off helmet and leaning against Salenth's leg.
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Post by Zephyr on Sept 2, 2011 18:05:46 GMT -5
It had been…difficult, to say the least, dealing with the aftermath of the earthquakes. K’ian had been Wingsecond for the Weyrleaders basically since he had been at Selenitas. First Ja’kin and then H’nes, but he hadn’t actively participated in a leader position. He had always had a weyrleader for that. Now, with H’nes’ death, he had been thrust right into the middle of the decisions. As a ranking Wasteland bronzer, he was looked to to make a lot of the decisions in lieu of a Weyrleader. He now knew why H’nes never slept.
When he was told that there was nothing they could do to make Millieth more comfortable, K’ian was visibly frustrated. She was ready to lay her clutch, and with no hatching sands, how was that going to happen? And with all the deaths that had resulted from the earthquake, they needed new riders now more than ever. The gold’s last clutch had been less than impressive, and there were what, four…five weyrlings left from that clutch? The man sighed, sagging on his dragon’s leg. Romeoth tried to soothe his rider’s mind with comforting energy. It was helping a little…that was, until they were informed of strange dragons coming from the south.
Head jerked towards the sky. I guess out job will never be done. Not until Millieth rises, at least. A snort from the man as he smoothly mounted his dragon. Who knows when that will be? Romeoth took off without another word, winging towards where the Burimyu riders were. Catching R’kel’s notice to be on guard, K’ian did not dismount from his dragon. Eyeing the bronzerider from the exiles, K’ian prompted Romeoth to land near Kairodeth.
Romeoth rumbled K'ian's suspicions. Tell me. Why would you offer us aid now? After we were just all at each other's throats over that tithe theft... K'ian's eyes never left the form of the exile bronzerider.
You don’t give the person you shot in the gut a Band-Aid.
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Post by Rowana on Sept 2, 2011 18:43:20 GMT -5
Merridan tensed as they emerged over the ruins of her former home. Elysia had said the damage was extensive, but she'd never imagined this. It was hard to even see where some of the weyrs and structures had once been. Even the Hatching Sands were barely recognizable. How would Selenitas ever recover from this? Mer shook her head. She was here to guard S'rei and Darya against Wasteland treachery. Though she itched for a fight after the incident with the tithe, she couldn't help hoping they would agree to the discussion. She missed her old friends, if any of them still lived, and this being divided only made both Weyrs weaker.
Chaoth flew calmly in formation behind Salenth and the others. Though a brown, he could easily match the bronzes in size if it came to it and Frosstyth was no light weight either. Not that Chaoth wanted to fight. He much preferred working with his fellow dragons. He landed firmly in place as Salenth commanded, and Mer watched S'rei for orders. She was a bit nervous about him dismounting so soon, but maybe he was right. Even the Wastelanders didn't look like they had much fight in them anymore. Checking that her dirk and daggers were in easy reach in their sheaths, Mer slide down Chaoth's side to moved to stand ready at Salenth's side. Chaoth could pick her up if things got bad and at least this way S'rei wouldn't be facing a potential enemy alone.
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Post by Lotty on Sept 2, 2011 19:30:33 GMT -5
Ok, so he was miserable, but he tried his best not to let it show, he had no room to display any emotion that could be construed too somber or too cheerful. Instead he was simply a presence, keeping in the back of his mind the toll the earthquake had taken, both universally and personally, as to instead help organize those displaced from their homes and visit those that were injured as his sympathies for those rendered crippled or at least gimpy were well founded. It was a precarious task considering his stutter did not make for swift communication, but nobody could doubt that his heart was in the right place. Plus what harm did a little bit of public relations do? In the wake of H'nes' death - one tally mark that did make Kierjaarth smile if not himself - it was good to remind the Selenites that he was still alive.
Sadly he mused, this might actually be a sign that he was in fact immortal. How many bronzers made it as long as he did in this place that seemed to be the kiss of death? It was all the makings of a Greek tragedy. It was with this sort of hopelessness running through his brain that he wasn't even struck a bit surprised by his dragon cutting in and letting him know of the dragons that were approaching and waiting for sorts such as themselves. Kairodeth is all up in arms about some wing coming to exterminate us or something. As if living beings could defeat us... pfft Pern itself failed to... Ah, so that was where the rider was getting the dark thoughts on ever lasting life.
Still, the pair had to go, Mi'rah excusing himself from his task before joining Kierjaarth and taking off to join the other two bronzes. Landing and seeing S'rei with a band of exiles left an unexpected bittersweet taste in his mouth, he didn't know why but he suspected it was something of an inkling of dependency that bothered him so. Here he had been trying so hard to solve the problem of the Wastelanders by himself, but instead here he stood as a lame duck, expecting mercy from S'rei again. It was a defeating feeling to be sure, and for that reason he was slow to dismount, wanting for a moment to feel significant before descending down to that lowly level of the ground. K'ian might now be joining him, but what did he matter? He was just a prideful kid.
"S'rei," the name came out neutral and thankfully without the mark of a stutter.
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Post by Avu on Sept 2, 2011 19:59:03 GMT -5
Are you worried? Kyrahth’s voice was carefully devoid of inflection, the smallest of her brand-new wingmates twisting in a loose swooping arc, her eyes bright and alert. For all that she was still technically in her position of the wing, though, there was a definite tension to the curve of her wings and the outward line of her body that spoke all too clearly of her mistrust for those on her wing. A’emi didn’t blame her at all—he just figured he was better at hiding it, since he couldn’t quite understand why he’d gotten a spot on the wing either; Burimyu was kind of short on experienced riders, sure, but surely they had some, and surely he was too new to be trusted just like that.
Or not trusted.
(Frankly, if he’d been a little more self-centered or paranoid he’d think it was a test, and quite honestly he hadn’t completely ruled out that possibility yet—nor had he ruled out the option of running back North. Not fleeing—it would be a strategic retreat.)
A little, he answered neutrally, pressing his gloved knuckles against Kyrahth’s neck in a brief reassurance. Go on, land like Salenth says.
The green’s head tilted in consideration before she flipped her wings up, corkscrewed into a tight controlled landing, and finally tucked her wings with a near-defiant flick back against her flanks again, trying to conceal the drag of her breathing. She hadn’t trained for a while and maybe it wasn’t blatantly obvious, but her performance had still suffered, slacked off a little. Whatever, A’emi soothed her mentally, she could still outfly any of the fat ones here. He rubbed his palm lightly up her neck, and then swung off of the dragon, landing lightly and rocked on the balls of his feet.
He’d brought his bow and a quiver of arrows, for some variety if nothing else. (And the whole long-range bonus, but mostly variety—they’d look downright strange if everyone was just waving around daggers like Neanderthals.) Looping his thumb casually under the padded wood of the bow, he lingered near Kyrahth. He had an entirely unimpressive, slightly bent dagger he’d found marinating in dust strapped to his hip, too, and his stiletto in its customary place tucked neatly in his boot, and was just anxious enough to be considering himself under-armed. He’d have to ask Els about a whip sometime.
Not that that would matter now. A’emi slouched casually, watching the arrival of the Selenitas bronzes with truly impressive suspicion. He didn’t really differentiate between Wasteland and Selenitas anymore—he didn’t see why he should. They’d clearly been living together for long enough that they were, for all intents and purposes, one.
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Post by Ember on Sept 2, 2011 20:36:59 GMT -5
Jazz had her...reservations about going to check out Selenitas. Sure she was concerned about her old home and her brother, but at the same time they had killed R'fuin and injured many of the others in the tithe theft. Plus most of her friends had made it out of Selenitas with her in the beginning of it all. So, aside from her brother and Terilyn she didn't particularly care about Selenitas anymore. It was the blunt truth, Jazz's specialty. The bluerider came out of between with the random wing and let Dhavalth do most of the listening in for orders on his own while she surveyed the damage.
It was sad to say that, while the destruction was shocking and undeniably sad, it didn't disturb her that the land itself was nearly unrecognizable to her. Jazheera had travelled so much that physical landscape mattered little as a 'home' to her. Besides, Selenitas had been home to her for less than two turns. It certainly wasn't long enough for her to form an attachement to the land itself. There were many other waterfalls in the world; Burimyu was an excellent example of that. They had multiple waterfalls in one weyr. Far more than Selenitas' grand waterfall.
We are to land, all in a band, Dhavalth informed her, rhyming as always. With a stifled sigh - why oh why couldn't this be as interesting as the tithe theft? - she directed Dhavalth down with the other dragons, having him strategically close to the brown dragons. He could undoubtedly launch faster and cover them should Selenitas go hostile on their asses. Jazheera was equal parts doubtful they would attack and paranoid they would. She dismounted warily, throwing knives slipping gracefully and quickly from one hand to the other and back again.
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Post by dragon on Sept 3, 2011 14:47:44 GMT -5
Things had taken a very strangely interesting turn of late. Whether that was for the worse or better, C'oar still hadn't yet decided. He didn't know enough about the situation to make any such calls. So for the moment he rolled with the punches, and followed orders. Even when they sometimes didn't quite make much sense. For now, he just had to trust that these people knew what they were doing, that they had more of the puzzle pieces than he did so far.
So he flew, Frosstyth taking up quite a spot in the wing that had been rather abruptly thrown together. As they appeared near Selenitas and drew closer, he trusted the burly thunderstorm to fly true as he leaned over the Brown's muscular shoulder to take in the sight. Shards, but the place was a mess. It would take a whole crew of stonemasons absolutely months to get that straightened out - with dragon and wher muscle to aid them. If not a solid Turn. In silence he surveyed the extent of the damage that he could see, only speculating at what he couldn't see. The active population that he could see above ground was not nearly as high as it should have ... or could have been. It made him wonder just how many people hadn't made it out of the wreckage.
That was a horrible way to die. To be trapped, in pain, and knowing you were to die only to linger for hours until relief finally came in expiration.
Swiftly, they were spotted by a watch dragon - expected for sure. But at that moment was when tension rose, for now there was no going back. Everyone here was committed to this venture, for better or worse. Even Frosstyth's lines tensed up as he continued to hold his position in the wing, following Salenth's lead as three Bronzes rose to meet them.
Only three? Now that was an interesting fact, too. Only three.
Frosstyth was still good in the air, but when it came to landing he was more careful than flourishing. Mostly because his hind leg still hurt, even if it was healing swiftly. More for bravado and keeping a strong facade than anything else he landed square, as if the leg didn't have a thing wrong with it. The twinge ripped through his consciousness however, and C'oar was aware of it. They would have to work it once they got home again. But in that moment, he succeeded in landing as if he was all power with no gimp.
Unclipping from his harness, C'oar threw a leg over Frosstyth's neck and dropped to the ground. He was armed to the nines as he usually was, moving to a position forward of where Frosstyth was standing but not directly in front of, he was ready for just about anything at this point. Crowding around the two Council wasn't the plan - he would be far more effective with a touch of distance to begin with, to watch everything that could happen before it did. He and his blades - long or short - were not the only thing he had to his name however. For why he gave the Brown as much room as he did was because he knew that if things turned sour fast, Frosstyth was actually going to be a far better protection for the Council than he could ever be.
There was something to be said for several tons of thinking, taloned muscle.
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Post by Rei on Sept 4, 2011 11:34:01 GMT -5
They are not stopping. I can see that. R’kel responded with but the barest trace of frustration in his tone. Kairodeth shifted his positioning and low hiss left his throat as Salenth bespoke not only him but them all. The level of mental chatter going on behind him tripled as the survivors looked on in shock, some even being as bold to croon or call greetings to the approaching wing. The bronzer took this all in with an unreadable expression.
Well played S’rei of Salenth. The former Selenitas Weyrleader was supposed to be dead. That was what information Wasteland had offered the Selenitas population when they took over the weyr at the onset. That their beloved leaders had been killed, destroyed. When searches for S’rei had turned up futile they had given up, mostly believing even amongst themselves that it was true. Especially when he hadn’t been spotted with the exiles at the gather or the interrupted tithe raid. A mistake on someone’s part. S’rei had been well loved and respected by his weyr. It seemed from the discussions going on behind him that that had not changed much. Damn. Your orders. R’kel wearily rubbed at his jaw. We don’t have much of a choice. Lets see what they have to say. Rumbling deeply in his chest Kairodeth lifted off with Romeoth and Kierjarrth and made his way to where this Burimyu wing had settled themselves.
When his bronze had settled R’kel paused astride his dragon like the others his eyes going first not to S’rei but to the other bronzer's wing. Mostly female, even the male greenrider had a quite feminine air to him. The only males in the wing were the large brownrider and S’rei himself. Interesting. Was he trying to appear nonthreatening then? The rider's eyes flicked to his own comrades. K’ian seemed to be in no hurry to dismount. He didn’t blame the youth. The Benden bronzer himself waited until Mi’rah had dismounted before following suit.
Moving to stand in front of his bronze R’kel’s eyes flicked briefly to Mi’rah when he spoke a single word. The emotion behind the other man’s tone was hard to pin down. Hmm. Interesting that he hadn’t immediately greeted S’rei like a comrade. Finally his attention turned back to S’rei himself. “Kairodeth informs me that your Salenth offers for us to discuss matters. What aid have you and your ‘wing’ come of offer us then?” And at what cost? The unspoken addition to that sentence he kept to himself.
Kairodeth himself raised his head and kept it high as he glanced across the distance to Salenth, though he let Romeoth do the talking. For the moment.
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Onyth kept her forward momentum steady even if she did pull slightly back from Salenth to give the large bronze more room. Elysia snorted. Why was she surprised that they weren’t giving into their demand for a halt? Dark eyes regarded the bronzerider as their wing started their descent. In all reality though why should they back down? Benden or Fort wouldn’t.
Elysia leaned back as her green back winged to a landing and settled herself at Salenth’s left flank. Onyth moved up closer to the bronze, not close enough to crowd or hinder his take off if needed but close enough to certainly meet anything coming at him. Elysia hesitated upon her dragon’s back as everyone else started to dismount. Really? It would be silly for her to be the only one staying mounted and so she deftly unclipped herself and swung off Onyth. Her dark eyes regarded the other bronzers with distrust and an underlying curiosity. It was going to be interesting to see how this played out.
The greenrider left her hands visible and away from any weapons, even if she did shift to keep S’rei in her sights. In all reality she wanted to move closer to him, to better protect the bronzer, but Elysia settled for staying relatively close and quiet. For now. The greenrider’s eyes fixed themselves more on K’ian then anyone else. The boy was the last one astride a dragon. Hmm. Was he afraid or just trying to act like a hard ass?
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Post by Requiem on Sept 4, 2011 12:21:29 GMT -5
It was a most odd question that Romeoth posed. Salenth's head swiveled toward the young bronze, and yes, there was the faintest sign of amusement in the hue of eyes and tone of voice. An odd question indeed. Because now is when you need it. He regarded these three bronzes - two more well-known to him than the last - and added, Don't you think it is time that Yours dismounted to join the rest of Ours? Or is he frightened of what the women might do to him?
So much formality and tension. S'rei found it just as stifling as he always had, and rather than waiting for Mi'rah to warm up and the three to venture from their dragons and stop playing the part of mousey cowards, he pushed up off Salenth and crossed the distance between them with no regard for the danger presented by their dragons. Or seemingly none. It wasn't exactly an accident that it was under Kierjaarth's shadow that he strode. The man enfolded Mi'rah in a hearty embrace. "I have missed my friends," he told the man, in a normal tone that was unlikely to carry to the ears of the others, though he didn't care if it did or not. "Nothing has managed to get you yet, Mi'rah. I fear we suffer from the same malady," he added after releasing the man, a wry smile playing on his lips.
From there he turned toward R'kel. There was a slight narrowing of his eyes at sight of the man. Friendly though S'rei tended to be, it didn't mean he forgot people. R'kel was someone he'd known a long time, back from his Benden days. Something of a leech really. Lurking in shadows and jumping on any opportunity to steal power in a vaccuum. Ja'kin and H'nes were dead or otherwise indisposed then. Likely dead; he hadn't seen their bronzes. What he wouldn't forget R'kel for was the Gather and the incident with the tithes, however. Yet the expression disappeared in the blink of an eye to be replaced by his usual calm and mildly smiling face.
He crossed the distance and grasped the man's hand, the other going to his forearm. "No need to sound so sour. They're more of an escort for Darya and myself." S'rei nodded back in the direction of the woman still lingering near her blue. "We also brought some food and medical supplies with us. Not a lot, but enough perhaps to ease the need." His eyes flicked over R'kel's face. "Ja'kin and H'nes didn't make it, it would seem." Releasing the man's hand, he paid little to no attention to the third of the Selenitas/Wasteland party.
"It's really an obvious matter. You have a gold days away from clutching and we have nothing at all going for us apart from more than enough space to accomodate all of your survivors and a hatching grounds for Millieth's clutch. As far as I can see your choices stand at attempting to deal with Fort and Benden, staying here and hoping everything works out okay, which it won't, or accepting our offer to reunite both Weyrs."
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Post by Lotty on Sept 4, 2011 21:28:44 GMT -5
Must not... must not.... It was some kind of strange mantra prayed in a rote rhythm. That higher power he sent his graces to did not appreciate the monotony however, and the expression cracked. Mi'rah could not help but appreciate the kind gestures of the approaching bronzerider and received the hug in a gracious fraternal manner, even so much as to pat S'rei's back in return briefly before pulling away. It was too hard to feel any bitterness towards the other man, and for such trivial things at that. Still he remained mostly quiet, adding only, "Aren't we so lucky?" A question that Kierjaarth took it upon himself to answer, He is. Not you. Salenth's doesn't age, you however are turning into a cranky old man.
Am not.
Speaking of which, the bronze turned his head to Salenth - by now finding himself bored by the human pow wow and choosing to lazily lay down in his sphinx like fashion - and greeted the familiar sight of the long lost wingmate. Yes, two turns may have been a long time, but it wasn't anything compared to the many turns that separated greetings in the past. So it was that he remembered that while any of his own color were not high on his list of favorites, Salenth was a considerable distance up from the now passed Quarth and of course the rest of the dragons gathered here, so it was to him and him alone he chose to commune with, sarcastically chiding, You're late. What took you so long..... I lost my bet with mine, we expected your triumphant return much sooner... He paused before flicking his tail, Don't mind the other two... dreadfully boring.
Ignorant of the rabble rousing his bonded was stirring up, Mi'rah turned to watch S'rei approach R'kel and in turn stepped in as not to miss any of the exchange. As much as the Wasteland riders liked to posit themselves as the ones in charge, unilateral power was something of a messy thing with the Weyr in complete disarray. Even if the stutterer didn't have a thing to say in the negotiations, he most definitely was going to listen... and listen in he did, pondering the logistics of the whole exchange. An empty hatching ground for Millieth was all well and fine, but egg heavy golds were not privy to moving around a whole lot much less getting off the ground and all the way to their hideaway. Then of course there was the matter of keeping the Wastelanders from using this new place as a headquarters for their campaigns, though this concern was muted as their leadership had dwindled down to the two standing beside him. It was obvious to what answer Mi'rah was leaning.
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Post by dragon on Sept 5, 2011 1:06:08 GMT -5
It was disturbing. What was S'rei thinking? What was the point in a whole sharding wing to safe guard two Council members, if said people walked straight into the jaws of the enemy dragons? Where the Bronzerider was currently standing, there was no way anyone could rescue him if things went south... he was also putting a lot of trust in a Selenitas dragon that ... well ... frankly? Who knew what that pair had been through, where their allegiances lay anymore.
But then, after all that had happened, C'oar was hardly a trusting soul anymore. Being a guard only, he was pretty sure that he would not exactly be welcomed to walk up to that little pow wow going on. He was no leader, he was no ranker. But shardit! There was nothing for it. He nudged Frosstyth's mind, and then stepped forward. Everyone else was still staying by the wing ... someone needed to be with S'rei. Someone. Stepping forward, he walked with a calm self assurance to his stride as he approached the Bronzeriders that were on the ground. He didn't stop until he was close enough to be a presence, but not so close as to be butting in. Because, obviously, he was not here to be part of the negotiation or discussion.
He was there to protect S'rei and Darya. That, he would do. So in silence he stood there, aware of every twitch of the people and dragons in the area. Behind him, Frosstyth also shifted his position. He was now nervous for His, too, on top of his duty to protect. He turned and walked around behind Salenth to take up a position on the other side, subtly closer to the opposing Bronzes. More specifically, the Wasteland Bronzes. For whatever reason he wasn't sure, Frosstyth had picked up on that S'rei and C'oar were both less concerned about Kierjarth than the other two. So, that bumped the other two up as more threatening in Frosstyth's mind, and thus needing more watching.
Be careful mine. Frosstyth mentioned, getting only a soothing nudge in response.
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Post by Rowana on Sept 5, 2011 8:16:18 GMT -5
Merridan resisted the urge to roll her eyes at S'rei. Honestly, had he brought them all for protection or show? She would have kept at least some distance, personally. It was too easy for someone to stab you when hugging, what was he thinking? Still, that was why she was guarding and he was talking, she supposed. Diplomacy was not something she had much practice with. While it was true Wasteland/Selenitas was certainly in a tight spot, that didn't mean they could instantly be friends again. As much as Mer would like everything to go back to normal, she knew both sides held too much distrust. Especially after the Hyphen gather and the tithe thefts.
Mer spared a glance for C'oar as he moved closer to S'rei. Elysia would probably have things well covered too, giving her greater experience with such things. Mer took a few steps towards Darya, keeping a close eye on the surroundings in case more than the three in front of them showed themselves. Darya could probably handle herself, but that was no reason to leave her completely unguarded just because S'rei wanted to take risks. So far no one had done anything violent, and they were here to keep it that way.
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Post by Avu on Sept 5, 2011 11:15:49 GMT -5
Faranth, preserve them from stupidity.
A’emi almost rolled his eyes, making a short, disgruntled sound in the back of his throat, wrapping his fingers more securely around the grip of the bow and casually reaching behind his back to draw an arrow, just in case. At least it wasn’t quite as blatantly transparent as the mountain of brownrider flesh marching on forward, and A’emi liked to think that an arrow would fly faster (and likely truer) than a mountain could move, but anyway, he wasn’t particularly focused on the not-Mi’rah bronzer that S’rei was getting all buddy-buddy with; it was mostly the one still on his dragon, because what?
Was that supposed to be some sneaky subliminal message about not lowering himself to their level?
If it was just straight-up paranoia, it wouldn’t get him very far, because unless his dragon was trained to go between off the ground, then the chances of A’emi getting an arrow into him and possibly Jazz adding a throwing knife were fairly high. So ha.
Those are not very diplomatic thoughts.
What can I say, A’emi answered, gaze flickering keenly from S’rei to Darya and then back to the mounted bronzer kid when it became apparent that S’rei and Darya were both still in one piece, Diplomacy, me, never the twain shall meet. Kyrahth’s subtle, uneasy amusement flickered through his mind briefly, the green sidling closer to Azrath. Not that she actually knew or liked him better than any of the others, but he was blue and therefore probably faster than most of the others—and also didn’t speak in annoying rhymes like the other blue did.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Sept 5, 2011 15:54:29 GMT -5
Darya had been unhappy with this whole idea from the outset. Not helping the trapped Selenitas folk mind you, they were still friends, but the part where they blithely invited the invaders into Burimyu was really grating on her nerves. She would like nothing more than to decaminate the bronze population here a little more, or at least reduce it by two thirds anyway since it seemed that two bronzes was all the wastelanders had left. Or at least only three bronzepairs arrived, and one was Mi’rah and Kierjaarth, if they were still allies.
Oh doomsayer, will you leave my side or not today?[/color] Azrath broke into the thoughts he’d been tracing with the ease of long practice, causing his rider to snort sardonically, though she didn’t take her eyes off the three bronzeriders. I’d rather not as it happens, I’d rather not be on the ground with those two. By those two she meant the two wastelanders, even though one was still mounted. Still our shiny rider mentioned me, best step forth. Maybe I can head off a dick shaking contest.
Darya was nowhere near as open in stepping forward as S’rei, rather she stalked to the front of the group and stood there like a defiantly solid ghost. S’rei seemed to have mentioned all the salient points by himself, so she remained silent for the moment and allowed her hands to rest near her weapons, pointed distrust.
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