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Post by cameo on Aug 19, 2009 14:23:26 GMT -5
Janik had been milling around the edge of the dance square, searching for a likely partner. He had only arrived at the Weyr a few days ago and he hardly knew anyone, so it wasn't an easy task. He wasn't shy, but it would be a little awkward to dance with someone he didn't know from Faranth. Then again, since he was wearing a masquerade mask, maybe he could try and act like he knew the person, they just didn't recognize him...He grinned behind his mask, delighted by the prospect of such a trick.
He started for a pretty young woman who was standing alone, but then the mood abruptly changed. The music ground to a halt, the melody replaced by a jarring, draconic screech. Janik froze, eyes widening as he looked skyward in time to see a swiftly fading bronze dragon disappear. He could feel despair descend like a physical thing as the dragons began to keen for their loss. Human screams and cries followed. Janik might have screamed himself, but he was too shocked to let out a sound. Absurdly, he was glad that the Gather was here, not at Blossom, so at least his father didn't have to hear the keening.
Now he was trapped in the crowd, and the only thing he could do was try not to get trampled by the panicked people and dragons. Janik jumped back as a blue raced towards his rider, but he managed not to get knocked down. Shaking his head, he put a hand on the knife at his belt, wondering if there was going to be a fight. This death didn't seem natural, and a panicked crowd would make an easy target for an attack.
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