Shiny
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Post by Shiny on Jun 26, 2010 18:14:55 GMT -5
"Pfff!" Water sprayed from a pale mouth as J'ash coughed and gasped for breath, eyes squeezed shut, water dripping from his face. The thin-framed man was soaked to the bone. He was hunched over, his hands and knees submerged in ice-cold water. Some of his dark blonde hair stuck to his forehead haphazardly while some stuck to his neck. Coughs still raked his shivering body.
Craivaruth plummeted from above the jungle canopy to land in the shallow water next to his rider, who got soaked a second time from the wave his dragon created. J'ashmine! You must get out of the water. It's too cold, you'll catch hypothermia! How did this happen?
Still wheezing, J'ash crawled out of the water to sit on a somewhat muddy slope. Water dripped from the ends of his messy hair and the tip of his nose as he caught his breath for a moment. His soaked, cold clothes were glued to him, causing him to shiver violently. "T-the leaves and branches were in the way, so I didn't s-see that there was no ground past that point. I lost my footing and f-fell." He shook his head, water droplets flying in different directions. "My blanket got caught on a branch up there."
Craivaruth lifted his head to the height of the ledge, and found said item after a moment. The hand-made blanket was a gift J'ash received in Secret Santa. One side was teal and green (Craivaruth declared the craftsman who made it had good taste), and the other was beige. Grabbing it gently with his teeth, he dragged it from the branch and lowered it several meters to his rider. You need to get out of those clothes. If you stay in them, you might get frost bite, or something.
"I know. Don't look, then." With that, Craivaruth averted his worried yellow eyes to the scenery around him. It was the coldest winter Selenitas had ever seen: while smart people stayed inside, J'ash had insisted they go out exploring as "training". Frost glinted atop rocks, leaves, and branches. The sky was overcast but illuminated by Rukbat, which the clouds hid Pern from. A somewhat thin waterfall was running off a cliff thirty or so meters above ground, creating the small pond that J'ash had literally stumbled upon.
This is what you risked your hide for? A waterfall? Craivaruth looked back at his human, who was wrapped like a monk in the teal-and-green blanket. His wrung-out clothes were lying along the bank to dry.
"Not just a waterfall, a cave, too!" Indeed, there was a small cave somewhat hidden by the waterfall. "I caught a glimpse of it when we were playing tag with Feyrianth and Erilena in that rainstorm."
And? Let me guess. You want to explore it? You're afraid of the dark, J'ash. You'll faint as soon as you get in there. This isn't a good idea, especially considering the cold circumstances. I insist we go home. I'm worried about you.
"Come on, Craivaruth! We've come this far. I'm fine. This blanket is very warm - I'm not going to catch hypothermia!" As if on cue, he sneezed, then quickly tried to laugh it off. "I'll make a torch, or something. You're always telling me to get over my fears. Now's the perfect time."
Without waiting for a response, J'ash went to find the driest stick he could find.
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Slowly, J'ash climbed from Craivaruth's back onto the rocks only a meter or two away from the waterfall.
Don't be long, or I might have to call Paglieth and L'nu out to come looking for you. This is a VERY bad idea. I shouldn't be letting you do this.
"I know, but don't worry about me!" A loud squawk caused J'ash to nearly fall, but he was caught by Craivaruth. "Vomit!" The brown firelizard circled his human's head several times before deciding to perch on his shoulder. "There, see? Vomit will come with me." Stick in hand and blanket tied to cover him from the upper-waist down, he finished climbing the rest of the way to the small cave opening. If he extended his hand and leaned forward a bit, he could touch the falling water.
J'ash stepped into the cave entrance and gulped, nearly turning back right there. The darkness was almost tangible. He could feel himself starting to hyperventilate. Closing his eyes, he inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm down. "Gotta do this. I can do this." He reached underneath his blanket to the small cloth pack he had tied to his waist and pulled out all that was in there; several matches and some moth-eaten strips of cloth.
J'ash wrapped the strips of cloth around one end of the stick and struggled to get the match lit. The cloth instantly caught fire. The immediate area was lit up; he could breathe a little easier.
"Let's do this." A few steps in. "I can't do this." Vomit crooned next to his ear. "But it's scary!" J'ash whimpered, then slapped the side of his own face with his free hand. "Get a hold of yourself, man. You can do this. Maybe there's something worth finding in here."
Nervously singing to himself with Vomit croaking a random chorus, J'ash made his way into the cave. The entrance was behind them, out of sight.
The narrow, jagged passage opened into a cozy chamber. The rocks descended to the right of him like steps, then became submerged in water. Stalagmites rose from the water below, and stalactites dropped like fangs from the low roof of the cave overhead. To the left, the rocks formed a small precipice that hung over the pool of water and led to other rocky platforms that seemed to harbour more cave-like extensions.
J'ash stepped on something, recoiled, then calmed down. He had stepped on the remnants of some kind of human-made tool.
"Huh... Maybe this place was mined a long time ago. I wonder why they abandoned it? Maybe there wasn't anything precious in here."
Vomit crooned in response. Suddenly, the brown flit straightened to sit stiffly at attention on J'ash's shoulder. He screeched loudly, making J'ash cringe. "What is it?"
The firelizard launched from his shoulder and dove forward, betweening.
J'ash's pulse and breathing sped up, his grip became steel, his hand white-knuckled around the stick. Now, he was all alone in an otherwise pitch-black dark cave. If his torch went out, he would be doomed. The ancient miners probably died in here!
Suddenly, several fist-sized chunks of rock fell from the ceiling, causing J'ash to take several steps back. The debris fell onto a stalagmite on the same ledge as J'ash. The stalagmite was brittle, and its surface layer crumbled off when it was hit.
"Whoah...!"
A small bit of the stalagmite's core was revealed. J'ash slowly walked towards it, mesmerized.
Dark shades and tones of opaque purple-cobalt contained what looked to be defined, gentle wisps of pink. Glowing golden flakes resided within and around the pink wisps. Mouth slightly agape, J'ash ran his fingers down the smooth gem, his skin softly illuminated by the glow of the embedded flakes. "Wow... I've never seen anything like this before in the stalls. It reminds me of something... otherworldly. Something hidden in the night sky. Like what I picture when people talk about the ancient myths of galaxies and nebulae. I'll call it Galaxite. That seems appropriate!"
The core of the stalagmite was surprisingly brittle, and J'ash was able to separate a few smaller pieces of the crumbly Galaxite after a game of tug-of-war between himself and the rock.
He was so caught up in the beauty of the stone that he hadn't been paying attention to the little rocks falling from the roof around him.
Looking up sharply, his eyes widened as the rock shower grew more intense. A slight rumbling was starting to shake the ground, and it was growing. Bigger pieces were falling. A rather large rock hit J'ash, scraping the skin from his shoulder. Torch in one hand and Galaxite chunks in the other, he began to back away. It felt like an earthquake when part of the cavern's roof gave way, rocks the size of J'ash himself falling down. The hyperventilating man yelped, though the noise was drowned out, and sprinted back the way he came as more of the cave began to rain down on him.
Panting hard, he had sprinted a quarter of the way back when his torch went out.
A loud scream echoed throughout the cave. The smoking stick clattered to the cave floor as J'ash grabbed his head with both hands. He collapsed onto the ground, sobbing, immersed in complete darkness.
'HELP ME!'
The terrified call rang in Craivaruth's mind, making the dragon start. He roared, panicking. He tried to thrust his body into the cave entrance, but he was too large to fit. After several attempts, he backed up and launched his scraped self into the sky to draw attention to the area.
Somebody, help! My rider is in trapped in a cave, and I cannot help him![/color]
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Jun 26, 2010 19:33:40 GMT -5
He almost fell off of Kyrahth’s neck when the not-Kyrahth’s broadcasted call burst into his mind, saved himself only by latching onto her wing (which earned him a hiss of disapproval), and found himself eyeing the ground, where he would’ve toppled straight onto a very unimpressed-looking rock. “Hnn,” A’emi mused out loud, levering himself back onto Kyrahth and brushing his fingers across her wing in apology, “that was unexpected. And now I have a headache. I think someone needs to learn not to get lost in caves, I mean, ugh, really?” He sighed – because it was all J’ash’s fault for getting lost, of course – and then tilted his head speculatively up towards the sky.
And Craivaruth. A faint smirk twisted the corner of his lips, and Kyrahth rumbled in agreement to the thoughts that were yet to be formed fully.
Perhaps you should teach him, the green suggested, silkily. You know, maybe I should. Mm. A lesson of such an important nature is not to be skipped or forgotten. I’ll make sure he doesn’t forget it. Shall I take you there? If you would be such a darling?
Kyrahth made a sound that was definitely amusement, twisting into flight. She brushed past Craivaruth, dipping one wing to breeze past the younger blue, silently coiling downwards to land below him. A’emi peered up at Craivaruth, wiggled his fingers in a wave ‘hello’, and then pivoted. Cave, cave…where was a cave? A human-sized cave, too, preferably, because there was no way he was wiggling through a hole in a cliff face or anything as dramatic just for a few minutes of amusement. No. Definitely not. He brushed against Kyrahth’s mind, prodding, and the green lifted her head to search, too.
Sound. Hmm.
“Oh, look, cave!” A’emi announced brightly. “Tell the blue to make his pet Rider stay in one spot, yeah? Love you, sweetie, wish me luck.” Pressing a quick kiss against Kyrahth’s muzzle, A’emi clicked his tongue, the green obediently offering her neck as a ladder to access the cave in question. Even as A’emi slid from her neck onto the rocks, Kyrahth tilted her head upwards, eyeing Craivaruth, and bespoke him quietly – her ‘voice’ wasn’t nice by any standard, but the words were polite, even if they were cold. A’emi has gone to find Yours. He asks that you ask him not to move, continue to make sound of some kind, and not be stupid. He also asks that you do not do anything stupid.
Like attack her, once he figured out what A’emi was planning (which he undoubtedly would). Kyrahth wouldn’t mind shortening his muzzle a few inches for him, but she was fairly certain the Weyrleaders might object. And the Weyrlingmasters, probably. Kyrahth coiled around a nearby tree, head resting lightly on her forelegs and wings folded against her sides, waiting, anticipating.
Inside the cave, A’emi stopped, tilting his head to listen, staring into pitch blackness as he slid one hand down his boot, pulled out his stiletto. The blade would give him away, except there was no light to reflect anyways – he really did love his luck sometimes. Moving carefully, the greenrider followed the sounds of sobbing, shifting his feet slowly so he wouldn’t make any noise. Since he couldn’t see but five inches in front of him (not much to see anyway), he’d just assume that the same held true for whatever kid had gotten lost. Didn’t take too terribly long to follow the noise to its source. A’emi breathed as quietly as possible, kept walking until he was behind J’ash, and then slunk towards the boy.
Needed light. Ngh, irritating.
He made a soft noise in his throat, deliberately intended to catch attention – and okay, maybe that was overdramatic, but so what? Kyrahth’s cold amusement pressed against his mind as he squinted, thought he figured out where the kid was based on sound (mostly where his head was, but that was all he needed to know, really), hoped that the kid hadn’t managed to turn himself around or anything when he’d apparently flopped onto the ground, and literally pounced.
Took a moment to figure out where everything was, but in the end, he ended up straddling J’ash’s back, knees pinning his wrists down, stiletto pressed gently against the back of his neck. He hummed contentedly, trying to hold back the giggles that wanted to come out as he leaned forward to whisper quietly, “Hello.”
[[so this post is kinda powerplaying a little. =x if you need me to fix anything/edit/whatever, just poke me.]]
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Shiny
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Post by Shiny on Jun 28, 2010 0:26:22 GMT -5
((Sorry for the drama overdose, here. XD I am so ridiculous sometimes.))
Craivaruth circled near the cave above the treetops, hoping someone would come to help his rider. The blue-green mix stopped sharply and dove as he saw a Green and her rider glide toward him. His panic was somewhat relieved at the sight of someone coming to help; however, Craivaruth still hated having to rely on someone else. He didn't want to trust his rider's safety in the hands of a human being, especially one he didn't even know.
Craivaruth landed in the shallow part of the cold waters, near the muddy slope where J'ash's soaked clothes lay out to dry. Coldly, Craivaruth watched the Green and her rider land. The Green helped her rider onto the rocks that he had previously helped J'ash onto; untrusting yet concerned yellow eyes watched the short, thin-framed man disappear behind the waterfall.
A deeper hue of orange swirled into Craivaruth's golden eyes in response to Kyrahth's nonchalant statement. Nostrils flaring threateningly, two long pillars of condensed steam shot from his muzzle, disappearing into the cold air. Craivaruth trusted no one except J'ash, and absolutely did not want this Green here, but he had no choice but to accept her company. Something was definitely fishy.
The Blue watched Kyrahth with drilling, unblinking eyes, his form nearly mistaken for a statue. His abnormally long wings flared out before coming to rest, folded, against his back. Cold water lapped against his paws and underbelly. His single-tipped tail slithered silently in the water like a snake.
Tell your rider not to do anything stupid, or you will pay the consequences. J'ash is not here to restrain my aggressiveness, so be mindful of your actions.
J'ashmine, stay where you are. A rider is on his way.
Inhaling in broken gasps, J'ash wailed, head still clamped between his hands. The terrified man did not comprehend what his dragon had said, but had only heard his voice.
"Craivaruth... Craivaruth..!" He choked, hot tears streaming out of squeezed-shut eyes. "Craivaruth, help me!"
J'ash lay curled on his side, occasionally hit by a small rock loosed from the cave's low ceiling. He sobbed loudly, feeling utterly nauseous with fear. The only other time he had been this terrified was the very event that had caused his achluophobia in the first place. His small form shook violently.
A soft noise came from behind him, scaring the twenty-year-old silent. Frozen, J'ash's gray eyes opened wide, tear stains growing colder against his face. His entire chest pounded with the wild beating of his heart. For a split second, silence ensued.
J'ash leaped from his curled position, but was pounced on by something. Knocked backwards, J'ash yelled, trying to push the other figure off. He was shaking too badly to do much of anything, though, and ended up sprawled, chest-first, wrists pinned to the cave floor. A weight on his back kept him from moving and made breathing difficult.
J'ash squeezed his eyes shut as he began to shake even worse at the sharp coldness pressed against the back of his neck. The figure whispered a sadistic greeting into his ear.
J'ash's reality began to blend with hallucinations. He was borderline with the darkness alone, but the figure jumping on him with seemingly murderous intent pushed him over the deep end.
The figure's voice echoed in his head, mangling together with a feline's growl that sounded all too real to him. He could feel blood dripping onto his back, he could see the glinting, bloody teeth ready to rip his throat out, he could hear the beast growling into his ear.
"W-why..." J'ash sobbed, his voice heartbreaking and incoherent. He struggled weakly, trying to break free from his captor, with no avail. Fat tears ran down his pretty (though dirt-caked) face. "Mother, father, I promise I'll never go out at d-dark again," wail, struggle, "please, I-I'll listen to you n-next time, please, bring Kisaen back," loud wail at the mention of the name, a more powerful struggle, "K-Kisaen! Please don't die..."
A scream that sounded as though it had come from a torture victim resounded through the cave; his jaw clenched shut hard, as if trying to fight back enormous pain. Panting, J'ash's continued nonsensically, voice growing more venomous.
"You..." His bloodshot eyes flew open. "You killed my little brother... You t-tore him to shreds, left him with me to die." He shivered underneath his captor for a moment, breath quickly hissing in and out between clenched teeth.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" J'ash screamed. Mustering all his strength, his strong legs bent, sharply kicking at his captor's vulnerable back as hard as he could.
Craivaruth's eyes instantly turned a bloody shade of red, his lip curled to show his teeth menacingly. The beast's wings flared, and in no time, he was launched into the air, flying straight at Kyrahth, black and white claws posed to strike deep. J'ash was the only thing that had held Craivaruth back from his aggressive tenancies in the past, but his rider's current insanity promoted them. Her rider was hurting his. Kyrahth was going to have one hell of a fight on her paws unless they came to a cease-fire.
I'LL KILL YOU! He roared, closing in on the Green fast.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Jun 28, 2010 12:03:53 GMT -5
So easy. Far too easy.
A’emi bent forward, free hand resting lightly on J’ash’s shoulder, his fingers lined up with the boy’s pressure point just in case. Another low, amused hum left his throat at the boy’s pleading. Not with him, amusingly enough. Past scars? Probably so. He shifted a little more forward, trying to hear, remaining silent. The stiletto’s pressure was relieved, just a little, from J’ash’s neck, just in case the kid thrashed or did anything stupid – he didn’t really mean to hurt him. Terrifying him, fine. Absolutely okay, really. The very fact that he could make the younger man break down like this was…thrilling. He might’ve actually said something else, but J’ash was terrifying himself as it was, so…
Heh. He brushed against Kyrahth’s mind, felt the green’s flash of condescending amusement – at J’ash, at Craivaruth. Fools, she stated dismissively, and touched affection to his mind. Been far too long…
J’ash’s voice turning darker was faintly unexpected, but…exciting. A’emi leaned forward until his mouth was practically right next to J’ash’s ear, listening. At the attempt to kick, the greenrider’s hand closed on his shoulder, lightly, in warning, certainly not enough to cause pain, although the foot that had almost caught his lower spine wasn’t entirely pleasant. He shifted forward a little more, just to put himself out of reach further, and sighed quietly. “You’ll kill me?” he inquired, politely, as if he weren’t pinning J’ash to the floor of a cave. “Hey, kid, I thought I was supposed to be rescuing you. This is the part where you faint and I take on all of the monsters, remember? Fairytales.”
He scoffed, the hand that was holding the stiletto twitching faintly. It hadn’t gotten to taste blood since his arrival at Selenitas – not except for sparring, and that wasn’t enough. A’emi blinked rapidly into the darkness, huffed out his breath, and then shoved hard on J’ash’s shoulders, rolling off of the blueweyrling. It wasn’t hard picking out the direction that the entrance was – he could feel Kyrahth waiting, and it was basically the direction he’d been facing while he was on top of J’ash anyway. He tilted his head, murmured, not bothering to conceal his position – why should he, after all? People didn’t fight well when delusional – “Call off your blue. He’s only gonna get hurt.”
The greenrider started back towards the outside of the cave, this time making no effort to conceal his footsteps – but he was listening for J’ash. Not stupid enough not to, really – he was sure the kid would try to attack him. Well, that was okay. His stiletto was still out, and he couldn’t be blamed it if it was self-defense.
Will you, Kyrahth hissed. The blue was an idiot. What he could he really hope to do? The green uncoiled from the tree, shoving straight into the air. Her wings snapped open, carrying her in a rapid upward spiral, above Craivaruth. Being on top was always the safest bet – made it easy to drop and pin the other, made everything so much simpler. Her wings flared in preparation of a dive, stalled as A’emi touched her mind in warning. Snarling in frustration, Kyrahth turned on her wingtip, slid farther upwards. How well can you fight when you’re angry, /weyrling/? Have you even any proper training?
So she couldn’t kill him. Fine. That didn’t mean she couldn’t taunt him into trying to hurt her – and, like A’emi – she couldn’t be blamed for self-defense, could she? Especially when nobody else was around to see it.
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Post by Shiny on Jun 28, 2010 14:32:00 GMT -5
"Hnh!" Thrashing below A'emi, J'ash winced when the older man put a hand on his shoulder. Earlier, a decent-sized rock had fallen on J'ash, leaving a decent-sized scrape on his shoulder. The newly-applied pressure, though it was light, still caused him to whimper; he stopped thrashing and just panted. A bit of blood must have gotten on A'emi's fingers, though the sadist would surely be thrilled about that.
The pressure unknowingly applied to his wound was like a cold slap to the face of a drunk, and J'ash was momentarily calmer. "You... You are supposed to be r-rescuing me?" Quietly, J'ash began to laugh, his form shaking underneath his captor. It grew until he was hysterical, clearly not in the right mind. "Fight off the monsters!" He repeated with a voice warn out from all of his screaming. "You are the monster, murderer!"
Face scrunched in pain, he groaned as A'emi pushed hard on his shoulders to roll off of him. Wait, something about his Blue... Teeth still clenched with the throbbing pain in his shoulder, he weakly brushed the mind of His.
Craivaruth roared a second time, tail flicking like a whip behind him. He flapped his wings so that he moved backwards a meter or two; the Green had darted into the air above him, gaining the advantage in position. Snarling nastily at Kyrahth, he replied, Yes, I will. And not having gone through training will make the taste of your blood even sweeter.
J'ash's weak mind brushed against his, giving Craivaruth the impression that he was hurt. Yes, he was - not because of A'emi, though the Blue believed it to be. 'Craivaruth, please... Don't fight. She'll kill you, just like she killed Kisaen!' Pain traveled through their mind link and flared in Craivaruth's head. It didn't make sense to him - Kisaen had died long before J'ash was even interested in dragons. How was it possible that A'emi and Kyrahth had caused his death?
True or not, Craivaruth had never felt J'ash in such a state before, and could not contain his rage anymore. Nostrils flaring, Craivaruth's long, deep-ocean-coloured wings powerfully sliced through the air, sending the blue-green shooting in an upward semi-circle, momentarily keeping distance from the Green. It would be wise to be at the same level or higher than her. He darted quickly around, coming up from behind, though slightly below her. Claws spread at the ready, Craivaruth lunged powerfully with jaws at the ready, ready to strike. The other rider's footsteps were suddenly audible; they seemed to be walking away from him. Although he couldn't see, the world was still swirling around him, and J'ash found it hard to even stand up, never mind follow the footsteps. It felt like a hand was around his throat, squeezing, making it hard for him to breathe. His hand was throbbing - he had forgotten all about the bits of Galaxite in his palm, and had been squeezing them throughout the entire encounter. Imprints of the small, jagged gems were embedded in his skin. Numbly, he put them in the pouch tucked underneath the cloth tied around him, nearly missing the pouch altogether.
The darkness seemed to cough to catch his attention once more. J'ash stumbled forward, hardly even hearing the footsteps ahead through the rapid pulsing in his ears. Something wooden touched his foot; oh yes, the torch. Eyes flicking around wildly, J'ash fell to his knees and tried to grab the knobby stick. It took him a few tries, but with the stick in his hands, he used the remainder of his energy to get up.
He raised the stick above his head and quickly stumbled forward in the vague direction of the other rider. "You're dead!" He cried with a hoarse voice, bringing down the stick.
The stick limply came down; if it hit A'emi at all, it wouldn't have hurt in the least. J'ash's knees had given out; the thin-framed man collapsed, crumpling to the floor unconsciously. A little blood dribbled from his lower lip, as a tooth accidentally punctured it when he had fallen. Face damp from the tears he had cried, his expression was serene in his unconscious state.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Jun 28, 2010 15:16:59 GMT -5
"Oi!" A strong, female voiced called from the cave entrance. "You guys better be playing nice in there!" Merridan scowled at the darkness. What in Faranth's name was going on? Why were they shouting about killing each other. This was just supposed to be a quick rescue, in answer to Craivaruth's call. They might have gotten here sooner, but Chaoth was hardly a small dragon. First, they had to find somewhere large enough for him to land. Then Mer had to run all the way to the waterfall. Then she had to risk her neck climbing up this sharding cliff. If this turned out to be some kind of prank, someone was going to get whacked.
With a sigh, Mer flicked a hand at Auran and Vikky. "Stay outside." Auran looked offending and glowered at Vikky like it was her fault he was stuck babysitting her. Vikky just fluttered to the waterfall to play with the water, chirping merrily. Mer slipped into the cave with practiced ease. She hadn't drawn her knife yet, but just let some stranger tried to catch her unawares, they would get more then they bargained for. She thought she could sense two people in the dark. It must be A'emi and J'ash since Chaoth said their dragons were outside. Mer didn't know them that well, but as far as she knew they shouldn't have a reason to kill each other.
She kept going until she heard footsteps, then faster ones running towards her. Instinctively, Mer sidestepped as J'ash fell forward. Mer drew her blade defensively. Something weird was going on and she didn't like it. Next time she was going to light every time she went out. Experience was probably the only reason she didn't just lash out at the darkness. It was pointless and last time she'd done something like that, she'd injured the wrong person. Nudging J'ash with her foot, she tried to decide whether he was alright or not without kneeling to look. Last thing she wanted was to give a potential enemy an opening. And where the shards was A'emi?
Chaoth took to the skies again, intending on following Merridan as she ran along the ground. Instead, he found something a bit more surprising. Merridan, he called passively. Kyrahth and Craivaruth are fighting. He circled above them slowly and curiously, not yet ready to get involved in what might be a personal affair. Why? came Mer's irritated voice. I do not know, Chaoth admitted. But I will keep them from harming each other. Be careful. You too, Mer agreed.
Normally, Chaoth wouldn't really have a good chance against such small dragons. Last time he'd tried to fight greens and blues, he'd just been a large target. These were friends though, and he only needed to stop them. With a rush of air and wings, Chaoth imposed his huge, bulk between young Craivaruth and his target. He wasn't really worried about the blue hurting him and a few marks would be fine if it got them calmed down. Calm down, Chaoth ordered firmly. We fly together, not apart. Why are you fighting?
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Jun 28, 2010 15:43:47 GMT -5
“Monster. Heh. That’s a new one,” A’emi observed quietly, and continued to walk, the hand without the stiletto ghosting against the walls of the cave to keep him in one direction. Because, yeah, running face-first into rock: Not really all that fun. The sound of footsteps behind him was all too expected. There was also a call from the mouth of the cave. Incentive not to stab the kid, he supposed, pivoting and crouching in the same movement to slide his stiletto back into his boot, quieting his breathing to listen to J’ash. Just ignore whoever else was coming. They weren’t important – short of also being hysterically frightened and delusional, that was, but at least they didn’t sound it. So that was good.
He brushed against Kyrahth’s mind, quiet and inquiring, warning, and suddenly, a clatter of wood in front of him, and the sound of J’ash collapsing, but not near him. Oh, had he tried to go for whoever else it was…? Heh. Kind of funny, really. He drew his stiletto again, touching Kyrahth’s mind a little more firmly – he wasn’t particularly worried about distracting her. It was just some half-grown blue. She’d be fine.
Some idiot brown’s, Kyrahth informed him, and the green’s voice crackled on the edge of bitter frustration. She so wanted to shred some insolent brat to pieces, and the intrusion was less than welcome. Also on the Not to be Killed list, I expect. If they touch you, their dragons /will/ die and I can even say I panicked like the stupid one because someone /touched/ you. Her disdain was icy-cold, and A’emi might’ve been upset if he wasn’t perfectly accustomed to it. He padded forward slowly in the darkness until his foot hit something soft, and he exhaled quietly.
“Hey, you’re the brownrider?” he inquired to the person breathing on the other side of J’ash, and knelt down next to the weyrlingrider. His fingers skimmed across his body, pausing momentarily on the stickiness of blood on the kid’s shoulder, and slid upwards till he could feel J’ash’s pulse. Not quite steady, but hey. Kid was alive. “Don’t stab me. Or him, really, because I think his dragon may or may not be completely out of his mind and Kyr’s totally bitching him out to me right now, it’s pretty much distracting…” He was just rambling now, voice steady and more cheerful than anything else – force of habit, he supposed.
He slipped his stiletto back into his boot, felt down the blueweyrling until he figured out how he had fallen. Sliding one arm under J’ash’s knees and tucking the other around his back, A’emi huffed out his breath and wobbled upright, using his knee to push the weyrlingrider’s body into a position that put a little less strain on his shoulders. “Faranth. Kid needs to lay off the red meat, ugh. Okay, huh, hopefully I won’t trip, least I’ve got a pillow. Move forward, please,” he added to Merridan, reaching out to nudge her with one hand before retracting it rapidly to keep J’ash from rolling right out of his grasp. “Might wanna get a Healer. Or a Mindhealer. Or both. Preferably both.”
Ichor, darling, Kyrahth responded to Craivaruth, and backwinged to spiral lazily on an ever-upwards path. Ichor, which is, unlike blood, something of an acquired taste. Her tone was sibilant with fury, and Chaoth’s intrusion brought him close enough to her that she snapped at him, teeth deliberately clipping empty air, and then pushed herself higher, out from behind the brown. His desire to hurt /me/ due to his Rider’s desire to hurt /Mine/ is quite…fascinating. I’m /interested/ to see how this will end, brown.
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Post by Shiny on Jun 28, 2010 23:39:09 GMT -5
Readied claws scratched the wrong hide. Craivaruth flapped his wings hard, trying to slow down so that he wouldn't crash full-throttle into the Brown that had appeared between him and his target. A deep growl came from the snarling Blue at being interrupted. The Brown wasn't one he had particularly encountered before; he would have preferred him and his rider to have answered the rescue call first. He didn't think they were sadists.
I only wish to stand over your corpse because your rider threatened my rider's life. If your rider hadn't committed such stupidity, we would not be in this situation. Craivaruth left out the part that if he hadn't let J'ash go out exploring, they wouldn't be in this situation, either. But that was beside the point.
Even if ichor is an acquired taste, yours will be delicious on the first go. The Blue snarled, voice menacing with rage as Kyrahth snapped her jaws at him. Following her sharply with his blazing red eyes, Craivaruth extended himself as much as possible - an animal instinct to look threatening. Fury boiled in his blood ichor as he pumped his wings, rising quickly above the Brown.
Craivaruth had no idea that A'emi hadn't hurt J'ash at all. The absence of J'ash's mind set the Blue in a permanent rage. I am sorry Chaoth; Kyrahth's rider has hurt mine. She will pay.
A quiet groan escaped the young adult as he began to emerge into a semi-conscious state once more. Why was his neck bent so much? Something was hooked underneath his knees and around his back. It took him a few moments, as his hazy brain slowly processed what was going on. Was he being carried? He couldn't see anything - maybe his eyes were still closed? He was too tired to tell if they were open or not.
"Hnn..." Forming sentences was near impossible - it felt like his tongue was made of lead. Too hard to move. Not enough energy. The taste of iron made his face twitch somewhat. J'ash hardly registered it as the taste of blood. Right now, it didn't matter, really. His face twitched again in a very weak grimace as he became faintly aware of the throbbing in his shoulder. It wasn't the worst he'd been through, really; it was just a scratch, but it was still annoying.
One complete thought formed in his head in his consciousness transition state. If his neck was bent so much, it meant his head was hanging from something, which meant his bangs and hair were falling away from his face. He'd always successfully hidden the long scar that went half way across his forehead and down along part of his right cheek, but now, it was exposed. He'd gotten it one night where he and his brother had been attacked. He was lucky to live with some scars, but his brother was not so lucky.
J'ash's expression became one of struggle when he tried to raise his head to put it on A'emi's chest, but gave up quickly, letting his head fall backwards again. Not enough energy to hide it.
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Post by Rowana on Jun 29, 2010 18:36:07 GMT -5
He claims Kyrahth's hurt His, Chaoth reported mildly. He wasn't sure what to make of all this. He didn't know either dragon well enough to be certain. True that Kyrahth had once flown against them, but not anymore. Surely Craivaruth knew that. Chaoth was not prone to violence or quick decisions. His best idea was still to keep them from hurting each other and try to learn more.
Merridan frowned in the darkness. From what she had heard, J'ash had been trying to attack A'emi, not the other way around. Mer jerked at the man's voice, but relaxed when she realized who it must be. Growling her annoyance, she sheathed her blade. "Crazy people," she muttered. "Just my luck." More towards A'emi, she went on, "Yeah, I'm Mer. I'll have Chaoth call for someone." The man seemed to have his burden under control, so Mer trotted back towards the entrance. It was a relief to be in light again.
Chaoth, call Checkoth, Mer ordered as she waved Auran over. We need a healer and probably Raebeli. The fire lizard alighted on her shoulder as Mer scribbled a note on a scrap of hide. R'wign could probably find Raebeli on his own, but this would save time since she wasn't a rider. Mer handed the note to Auran, who clutched it in his mouth. "Take this to Raebeli," she instructed. Auran cocked her head and gave her a blurry picture of a girl with a large darter. "That's her. Stay with her 'till she gets here." Auran chirped eagerly. Finally a task worthy of his talents! He would not fail the Mistress. With a flutter of wings, he vanished between. "So, what happened?" Mer asked, turning back to A'emi.
Please Craivaruth, Chaoth insisted. My Merridan is with Yours as well. No harm will come to him. Mer would never let harm come to the boy, he was certain. Chaoth jumped a little at Kyrahth's snap, but he knew if she'd truly meant it, she wouldn't have missed. He wasn't one to take it personally under the circumstances. Chaoth flapped hard, trying to rise between the two a second time, but they were pretty fast. He was going to be hard pressed to keep them apart at this rate.
Pausing only briefly, Chaoth sought out Checkoth's mind. Big-brother! he called urgently. We need a healer and the Raebeli girl who heals minds. Something is wrong with Craivaruth's!
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Post by Lotty on Jun 29, 2010 20:23:38 GMT -5
Raebeli got excited about things very easily, although it did help that she was greeted by a firelizard and it was just so dang cute. She relieved the note from Auran's mouth after a moment of contemplation. She knew this 'lizard she did, but from where? Oh...oh! It belonged to Mer! With that extra bit of knowledge in mind, she hastily unfolded the note, curious as to what the message could probably contain. Frankly she hadn't even a clue, and so she was taken by quite the surprise when the message called for her to head out into the jungle. Eeep. She had nothing against adventure, but the little quest out into the forest did not sound like a fun little frolic at all, and besides, it was coooolllldddd outside, even in the jungle.
"I have to get my hat....and my scarf...and my mittens! Oh goodness..." she broke into a bubbily mess as she scurried around the weyr and grabbed for her wintertime apparel...Cap'n looked at his person and the blue firelizard in wonder. What the shards was going on here? He flickered his wings and fluffed his wings with irritation. There goes another nice and quiet day at the weyr! Picking up on his agitation the mindhealer was quick to reassure the darter and as she emptied out her trunk in search for pants - yes, the girl was going to wear full fledged pants, and boots at that too - she turned to the perch she expected to find the eagle at and told him, "You don't have to come Cap'n my dear, you are probably better staying in and close this time anyway sweets..."
She didn't pause to think about how funny it was that every time disaster struck, someone always called for her. Even the eternal optimist Raebeli had never expected anything more from her Selenitas existence than learning a few things about a culture of a very different people and taking those experiences back with her to the healer hall. How starkly different things turned out to be! Here she was rushing off into the unknown to...to...well she didn't know what was going on, she just knew she was needed and being particularly duty bound, she would be sure to respond to the call.
Swinging her blue scarf around her neck marked the completion of her preparations and she whirled around the apartment again in search of Auran, "You have to help lead the way my friend..." Next thing she knew she was hiking her way all the way through the jungle to a very intimidating and rocky looking waterfall. Moments like this must have been why dragons were so convenient because she hadn't a clue how she was supposed to join the others she supposed were all the way up there behind the large flow of water. Clinging to a rocky outcrop that just was begging to be held onto she begun the climb. Not in her job description, and had she been the griping type she would have been sure to let the world know about it. As it was, she shook the negative notions off with a smile and called up, "Hellloooo? Yodellay he whooo?"
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Post by Avu on Jun 29, 2010 21:15:44 GMT -5
A’emi has hurt nobody, Kyrahth responded, though she managed to make the words a sneering hiss rather than words of consolation or comfort – it went to show how naïve, how simple, weyrlings were. It is neither my fault nor A’emi’s if your Rider is delusional and cannot cope on his own. /Your/ problems are not ours. She twirled upwards, effortless, always ready if the blue actually came at her. The green’s eyes were whirling rapidly, the fury quickly bleeding down into ice-cold amusement; in the end, Kyrahth had always liked fighting more than she should and it was almost entertainment, seeing how riled the blue was getting.
Pretty words, weyrling, and yet I’m no closer to bleeding out now than I was this morning, she crooned. Do you expect me to fall out of the sky on my own? Deliberately, perhaps, she had left Chaoth out of that set of comments, instead opting to keep them private between herself and Craivaruth. No loose ends; whatever the blue said couldn’t be proven, especially given that His was unconscious, or very close to it. Kyrahth almost tacked a ‘why don’t you come and get me’ on the end, but left it off, still keeping upwards – why did the brown keep interfering?
“Crazy dragons,” A’emi corrected Mer automatically. “Crazy ‘person’ could be argued, but I’d like to think I’m mildly sane, at least. Mer. Awesome name.” He tilted his head, looking down at J’ash, saw nothing in the darkness, and huffed out his breath, wobbling after the sound of Merridan’s footsteps. Under no circumstances could A’emi be described as strong. Lugging around bags of firestone, when full, was a challenge; the greenrider very much depended on flexibility and speed and this…kind of really sucked.
He felt the tension along J’ash’s body as the weyrling half-woke? Woke? Automatically, he looked down; at least now he could partially see due to the small amount of sunlight that spilled into the cave. “Hey, kid? You should probably wake up now,” he whispered, ignoring Merridan for the moment. Her question would require time to answer (and he was definitely lying) and could probably wait for the Mindhealer or whatever to get to the scene. Talking too much made his mouth dry and yeah, no, did not want. “I’m not a Healer and y’know, I’ll probably just throw water on your face to make you wake up. Or, y’know, stick your head under the waterfall. Since it’s nice and handy…”
Blink, blink – person?
Mindhealer, probably. Takes one to know one, and all of that, and Mindhealers kind of did work with crazy people. A’emi moved into the little space that was lit up by sunlight and water, half-setting and half-dumping J’ash onto the ground, and then knelt, leaned over him curiously. “Huh,” he commented idly, tracing the scar without really thinking. Scars weren’t really something he cared one way or another about, but that someone he’d taken to be Southern-bred had such an obvious one was a little surprising. “Okay, so,” he added, looking up at Mer again, and deliberately pitching his voice so Raebeli could hear, “Your question, before? What happened?”
He settled back onto his heels, hands resting loosely on his knees. “So the blue out there trying to eat Kyr’s face scared me half to death with his panic attack,” he began, the calmness in his tone at total odds with the words. “So we came over to see what was up. Went in, tried not to make too much noise in case there was, I don’t know, a crazy spy or something hiding in here. Heard him,” one hand gestured absently downwards at J’ash, “so I got my knife out and accidentally scared him half to death. He uh, I don’t know. Completely freaked out, so I figured, maybe once we got back outside it’d be better? So I started back out, thought he’d follow the sound of my footsteps.”
A’emi shrugged. “Then you came, and I guess he got the whole footsteps thing confused. I don’t know.” The greenrider rubbed his palms against his pants, peered down at J’ash again. “’S he gonna wake up?” The story wasn’t actually that much of a lie – just the intentions he’d offered, and really, it wasn’t like they could read his mind. And Kyrahth was hardly going to rat him out.
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Post by Shiny on Jun 30, 2010 0:14:33 GMT -5
Craivaruth snorted angrily, replying to Chaoth. What good is Yours' protection if mine is already hurt? It was very frustrating how Kyrahth was playing innocent, even though he knew she knew what A'emi had done. She was trying to get him to attack her, make him seem like the bad guy. No matter how badly he wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh, he would not give her the satisfaction of a fight. Even if he did use all of his strength, he hated to admit that she would probably win. He was not yet fully grown, and she already had combat training.
As tempted as he was to just launch himself at the Green, he suppressed his violent impulses. He stopped beating his wings, successfully slowing his ascension to a stop, and then let himself drop back down, opening his wings near the ground to catch himself. He flew to hover over the shallow waters of the waterfall, waiting to take his Rider home. Another person had come; by now, Craivaruth did not trust a single one of them (not that he ever really did, much), especially not after A'emi.
J'ash's mental images made no sense to him. Why would there be something beast-like attacking him in the cave? He doubted anything lived in there - it was too hard to get to. And that was after A'emi had gone in to "rescue" J'ash. It was logical to assume A'emi was the cause of J'ash's pain, but that didn't explain the weird images he had received. Along with being furious, the Blue was worried. Something wasn't right with his Rider... He had a strong suspicion at least part of it had to do with the darkness. He knew that J'ash's torch had gone out, from that image of complete darkness he had received. But after that, it just made no sense.
Craivaruth flew closer to the waterfall, trying to follow Raebeli with his crimson eyes. Forget about Kyrahth, that's what he was forcing himself to do, although he did want to turn around and fight. But J'ash was more important.
As A'emi carried him, J'ash was slowly trying to bring himself out of the fog of unconsciousness. As he was plunked down (in a rather uncaring fashion), J'ash was starting to get some of his physical senses back - he was starting to hear things again, feel things again. The metal tag of his necklace (which had "Kisaen" engraved into it - it obviously had once belonged to the deceased boy) was cold against the moist skin on his chest. He felt something brush along the ridge of the scar on his face, causing his face to twitch slightly in response. It was too hard to do anything... He needed a bit more time to be able to function properly. He had yet to remember the other, smaller scars that marred his skin here and there that were visible due to the lack of a shirt.
He heard clips of what A'emi was saying to the others. His eyes opened with a start, but he stared blankly from them at the roof of the cave, not really registering it in his mind. He looked positively awful; he was dusted with rock powder from his earlier excursion in the mine. Sweat beads decorated his neck, some residing on the sides of his face. He looked paler than normal. Eyes bloodshot from the crying and insanity, the lids underneath them were slightly puffy, giving him a tired look. With a spot of drying blood on his cracked lip and the blood on his throbbing shoulder, he was certainly a sight to behold. He was still a pretty boy, just... covered in dirt, blood, and sweat. And crazy - at least, momentarily.
Slowly, he turned his head to look at A'emi. He didn't know him, nor did he understand what he had just said. He had come to rescue him? No, that didn't happen. Something attacked him, tried to kill him. A beast. In the dark. The darkness...
J'ash sharply inhaled air in response to remembering what had happened - or what he thought had happened - before he passed out. He was shivering from the cold (he was only wrapped in a blanket from the upper-waist down), but his shivering grew worse. He wasn't really seeing the people as humans anymore. His eyes began half-blinking, quickly but randomly. The bright gray of his irises were smoldered by the bit of water starting to build up in front of them. "Don't.. hurt me," He whispered hoarsely. Speech was still an issue, it seemed. He needed a moment longer; not that he really had anything else to say but beg for his life against something that was entirely in his head.
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Post by glamourie on Jul 3, 2010 9:48:29 GMT -5
Hello, Chaothling. I have asked R’wignmine to come down to help you, but he says that if the mindhealer is coming, that another healer is not needed. He asks me to tell you to have Yours explain to the mindhealer any and everything that happened, and if it’s decided that a more specialized healer come, he will send someone. Will you please keep me up to date, Chaothlittle?
Checkoth’s response to Chaoth’s frantic worries was almost too calm. One thing people seemed to forget, according to His: Raebeli was a healer in her own right. Yes, her specialization was mindhealing, but one did not get to Journeywoman status without being a trained healer, at least enough to deal with every day injuries. R’wign was particularly fond of scoffing at mindhealers, finding their side of the craft worthless, but he did trust Raebeli well enough to believe she could diagnose basic injuries and whether a more extensive healer was needed. If she was there, wasting time sending an apprentice was really not worth it. She could easily tell them whether or not the injured rider (weyrling, apparently?) needed to be brought to the infirmary. It wasn’t like they could treat them wherever they were anyway. But mostly? Mostly R’wign just didn’t like sending multiple healers out (usually alone). They were running low on them again, in his opinion. People dying left and right, and Savitri was so busy of late that she was almost nonexistent too.
And R’wign himself did not leave the infirmary during the day unless M’ta was involved, usually sweaty and/or unclothed. Yes, it did take that kind of bribery to get him to bother. He was pathological in his obsessive control of the infirmary and absolutely shameless about it. His infirmary. He needed to make sure that it stayed spotless.
The two-tailed brown in question was perching on the ledge of the infirmary, looking down at the water of the river absently. It was a good thing that he was friendly enough to talk to just about anyone, or R’wign’s next request might have irritated him. Some dragons hated talking to anyone not Theirs. Checkoth was just very outgoing. Raebelihealer. R’wignmine asks for you to please assess the injuries and let Chaoth’s know whether or not you need help from a more specialized healer, or if you can keep things under control. He does not want to send an apprentice if you’re already going out there. If it occurred to him that talking to her directly might surprise Raebeli, Checkoth didn’t acknowledge it. He always assumed people just were used to him by then. Sometimes to his detriment, heh.
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Post by Rowana on Jul 3, 2010 18:35:38 GMT -5
Merridan shrugged dismissively. She didn't really care who was sane either way, as long as they weren't killing each other. Raebeli could see to the rest. Once Auran was off, Mer reluctantly trotted back into the dark. This wasn't going down as one of her favorite places. Nighttime was one thing, but not being able to see her hand in front of her face was not comforting. "A'emi, right?" she called, trying to confirm the man's name. "Someone should be coming. Need a hand?"
Chaoth circled warily, staying level. With Kyrahth above him and Craivaruth below, it seemed like they were calming down a little. At least they weren't trying to fly around him anymore, whether they were insulting each other was another matter. Words would pass though, and Chaoth was just relieved that at least they wouldn't need any dragon healers today. Merridan and I have sent for help, Chaoth tried to assure Craivaruth, but let Kyrahth listen too. It was information they might all need to know. I am sure all will be clear once Yours is well, Craivaruth. Please be patient.
Speaking of help, Mer turned when she heard Raebeli's voice at the entrance. She smirked mildly in surprise. It looked like the mind healer could move faster than she thought. Chaoth relayed Checkoth's message and she nodded absently. She had nearly forgotten that Rae could do regular healing too. It was a rather silly thing to forget, but no harm done. A'emi was already doing a pretty good job of explaining, so Mer didn't really have much to add. "Yeah, when I got here he tried to jump me." Mer jerked a thumb at J'ash. "Then he must have fainted. Craivaruth is pretty upset. Chaoth can't get much out of him."
Mer glanced at J'ash as he spoke. Was he waking up? If he was, it wasn't helping things outside much from what she was getting from Chaoth. At least the out right duel seemed to have ended. Still, now that Raebeli was here maybe she could shed some light. Mer shrugged off her flight jacket and tossed in on top of J'ash. It would help more if he put it on, but she didn't think he would like her to help him with that.
Thank you, brother Checkoth, Chaoth sent with relief. The situation has calmed a little and the mindhealer is here. I will tell you if anything happens.
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Post by Lotty on Jul 5, 2010 10:40:16 GMT -5
Finally poking her head into the cave - the climb up into the crevasse was not in her plans today - she heard not only the voices, but a touch of something she had not known before, or at very least from someone she hadn't before exchanged words with. The dragons, they spoke to her on occasion in the Fort infirmary, usually the older ones as she would become accustomed with and friendly with their injured riders. In Selenitas though, the voices had come to her much more rarely, and had never from Checkoth, though in all accounts he was described as a very sweet brown. To be spoken to mentally though was something she had long missed, and though she was quite taken back both feet were by now on something solid, and she at least wouldn't fall down from excitement. Even though she was well aware that her voice or mind would never carry back to the creature, she sort of chirruped to herself an affirmative, "I will Checkoth..."
It was dark in here though. The kind of dark that made her realize that just her smile couldn't light up an entire room - though her eyes and teeth and the oddball bit of sparkle on her clothes did stick out from the blackness - and she would much rather get everyoe out to the open. Problem was, if it was as easily said as it was done then she was sure the others talking up ahead would have already achieved that. Nothing could be easy now could it?
Listening in on A'emi's thankfully loud sermon on the situation, Rae was at least able to pick out the important parts amongst the echo and reverb that the cave supplied. If she was hearing right, the boy aka the messy black lump that was jittery and scared cried for help and the guy aka the black form with the bright blonde head scared him with a knife and then the girl aka Merridan came along too and further scared him until they got to where they were now. Knowing how this chain of events of unfolding Rae had good reason to believe that her presence was going to somehow scare the weyrling too, and so when she had caught up with the group, she didn't venture to step any closer to the huddled mass than Mer or A'emi already dared.
She could however talk to him, and giving the other two nods, she made her first task to simply talk some sense into the boy before things got anymore out of hand, "Now dearest..." her words were covered in a sweetness that was sugary even for her, "What makes you think that we're going to hurt you?" The mindhealer took a hesitant step forward, "Do you think little ol' me could hurt you? With all that training with those dragons I very well think you could beat me up. Now let me take a look at you?"
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