Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Oct 14, 2010 20:16:50 GMT -5
Everything was happening so fast. Ten had hugged Jazz back silently, basically just glad both of them were alive. After they broke apart, though, Ten sunk back into worry, mentally listing the people she didn't see. Plenty of names flitted through her head, Mi'rah's more often than not - and Ba'sun, although that wasn't worry for him so much as it was worry for her. At least he didn't appear to be in the smallish group of refugees. Rajnith was refusing to acknoweldge Her's varied concerns, instead focusing all of her attention into anger at Kierjaarth. Where was he when she needed rescuing, hmmmm? He had better have a pretty stellar excuse for his absense.
Attempting to worry properly while Rajnith's rage kept spilling over was enough to distract anyone, so Isori's 'Hi' made Ten jump more than a little. With a little nervous giggle, she put her hand to her mouth, then summoned a smile for the candidate. "Sorry, I did no see you there." Luckily, E'iah saved her further embarassment, explaining quite a bit more than even Ten knew. Once he was done offering the jacket, Ten gave Isori another smile. "And you can catch a ride on Rajnith if we do need to go. That's her, over there, with the... larger frame," she said, pointing. Rajnith was watching her human with slitted red eyes, about ten seconds away from a full-blown tantrum. "And I do be Ten," she added, offering a hand to shake. Isori looked about as scared as Ten felt, but this was the kind of situation in which the Greenrider shone - when she could take care of others and leave her own worries for later.
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T'mund straightened to his full 5'4 when C'oar approached, attempting his very best ice-cold glare. "I have everything under control here, Brownrider," he snapped, then with a glance for the older Blurdier, added, "And Jazzhera. The Weyrlingmaster has put us in charge, and we are organizing into fighting formation so that we do not simply scatter when we return to the deeper forest. Thank you for your expertise." To demonstrate this, he turned back to Jazz, clearly shutting the Rider out. "That sounds like a good plan. So: I'll take the head of the V, with Jazzhera as my right hand man - er - woman. Viveth to my left, Rajnith behind Viveth, Balath behind Dhavalth, and Amalath and Chandath to bring up the rear. Chandath behind Balath, Amalath behind Rajnith. Very good; dragons can get in formation, Riders should find any stray Weyrfolk and Candidates to pair up with Do not overload your dragons!"
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While His was busy, Futh called out to Jingth, knowing her better of the two dragons. My side is burned, if Yours or the other have any ointment with you. It isn't bad, so take care of those worse off first. Thank you!
M'kai straightened when Ka'rys turned his attention to the people remaining in the little huddle. How had he gotten himself talking to the Weyrsecond? That was something he'd never planned on doing. The question was easy enough, though. "Seven Weyrlings and their dragons, all appear to be whole and unhurt. None are healers as far as I know, at least none of them have been replacing chores with Healing. All of them should know basic first aid, however, assuming they were paying attention in lessons," he added. Weyrfolk and Candidates were beyond his scope - he'd seen a scattering, but most seemed to have come in with riders, not Weyrlings.
Luckily, Ka'rys seemed to have his role pretty much thought out. He nodded when the Weyrsecond assigned him a bit of a promotion, not much surprised. As a Miles wingmember, he was pretty useless, but as Weyrlingmaster he could be quite a bit of help. "I can. They're organizing already, I'll have them do ground drills if I have to to keep them busy. Let me know if there is anything else I can do to help - I can get a count of Weyrfolk, if you need it." And that was that. M'kai waited for a dismissal (or for Ka'rys to turn his attention away, that was good enough) before heading back to the Weyrlings, raising an eyebrow as he caught the end of T'mund's little speech. Kid didn't know how to share power, and he didn't seem like the most tactful person on earth, but at least Jagjith and Rajnith were moving, and that was a start. Not exactly a good start, but... a start.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Oct 14, 2010 21:08:02 GMT -5
Under different circumstances, Merridan might have been cranky at being sent away, but the day had hardly been normal. She sighed inwardly. She hated being useless and it wasn't her fault her wingleader was missing. Still, Ka'rys had at least acknowledged her and C'oar and giving them something to do, even if it wasn't much. Mer offered Meira and Nephele small waves before she trotted off to see what could be done. Weith and Mavenath are here, Chaoth reported. As is Triliranth. That's all? No Sel'n? Mer had hoped for more. No, Chaoth answered sadly. Most of the senior weyrlings are here and a few others.
Mer bit her lip, trying to think. They had enough to establish their own weyr if it came to that, but no where near the force they'd need to retake Selenitas. Either way, they couldn't stay here, it was too exposed. Hopefully Ka'rys and E'rro were working that. She had another task at the moment. Since C'oar was the senior rider, Mer didn't mind letting him talk first. Auran fluttered down to her shoulder as a silent lookout, while Chaoth kept Vikky busy counting how many dragons of each color were here. She kept loosing track, so it did wonders to keep her quiet.
Merridan glanced at T'mund with impatience. She didn't care who was in charge. It was no excuse for arguing and ignoring good advice. Mer thought C'oar was doing a decent job, but maybe some clarification would help. Meira had made some good points too that aught to be brought up. "Those who aren't injured need to spread out and use the trees for cover. Stay within sight of at least two other dragons at all times. Don't wander. Weyrfolk and Candidates should stay in the middle. Keep alert! The danger isn't over yet. Drills are fine, as long as they don't make you a target."
Mer wished she could tell them it was and they could relax, but even if the Wastelanders weren't following them, the mountains had other dangers. Mentally she was already counting those without dragons so they wouldn't be left behind. One, two, three...it looked like six total including Miguel. She was pretty sure she could trust K'lir to see the boy wasn't left behind, so that only left five to watch out for. Feeling the need to be moving, she started to walk around the edge of the group, taking stock of their surroundings. Do not go far, Chaoth reminded gently. I know, I can follow my own advice, thanks, Mer rolled her eyes, drawing her dirk just in case. She was fairly confident she could make it back to Chaoth quickly if she needed to.
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Hoayamae clung to her basket as she was dropped off in the clearing. Lucky for her, she'd been up before dawn making breakfast. Let no one claim older couldn't move when need struck. The moment the call to evacuate went out, Mae had shoved two dozen or so rolls into a basket and ran. Now she was free and clear and just about as far from her kitchen as it was possible to be. "Well," she muttered darkly. "S'rei said I should take a vacation."
It was hard not to think about what she'd left behind. Was everyone being fed alright? Had those Wastelanders ruined her good pots? Still, she couldn't deny that she had people here in need of food too. If only she had more to give them right now. What she wouldn't give for a fire and a few bags of flour. A fire was too dangerous though, and she didn't even having anything to cook with if she had flour. The rolls would have to do for now. She doubted anyone had had breakfast.
As Mae started around, passing out one roll a piece to everyone, Nhim was busy trying to get as far into her shirt as possible. She scowled at him, but had given up trying to get him out. The rush of the evacuation had scared the little fellow badly, and even the threat of being made pie couldn't get him to come out. His little, blue, butt waggles out of Mae's shirt as she walked. Everyone once in a while she gave him a pat, but it looked like it would be a while before he would leave his safe, comfy place.
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Nabrik jumped off his ride, without waiting, and starting looking around frantically. Path not here, Alph reminded him sadly. Nabrik's face was hot and fighting back tears. He was twelve turns old and a full candidate now. He shouldn't being crying like a little kid. "I know that," he hissed in reply, too angry to be nice even to Alph. Emoyan had been so quick to shove him to a waiting rider that no one had thought to grab his canine too. Nabrik rubbed his eyes and sniffed. "She must be lonely. If they hurt her, I'll..." he clenched his little fist meaningfully.
Path safe, Alph tried to assure his bonded. He circled the boy's neck, snuggling close. Path smart. Nabrik rubbed Alph's head and sighed. "I know, but," he swallowed so he wouldn't bring tears. "We never been separated before." Path had been with him from the beginning, willing to go anywhere with him. She'd followed him out on his mad walk to Selenitas and she's fought wild felines for him. What would she do now that he was gone? Would she think she'd abandoned him? Nabrik found a tree and slumped down, picking at the ground with a stick. "Shard it," he muttered.
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Post by rii on Oct 14, 2010 22:48:22 GMT -5
R'ven hesitated a moment, wondering if he should respond to the salamandyr's question or leave it unacknowledged. He really didn't think too highly of them – not that he hated them. To the smith they were simply pets, not individuals to engage into intelligent conversation. Least to say, R'ven got along better with the 'feed them and they love you' types. In the end he did give a response, because yes K'lir couldn't see him to recognize him (not that they knew each other well.. ) "It's R'ven."
He nodded to the request – quickly correcting the reaction. "Yeah. I will. Can you.. " The gaze wandered down to Miguel, hoping the child wasn't too shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. "..hold his hand." Because R'ven was trying to avoid feeling too awkward (the two didn't look to be keen on the idea of separating any time soon). "And follow me?"
R'ven pivoted a step, waiting to see if Miguel would comply or just.. stand there. Only Cr'oph was there, drawing the brownrider's gaze, the smith blinking a few times. It seemed he was not the only one that was trying to find something to do. Thankfully K'lir seemed to process the bulk of information quicker than he did, offering an answer and suggestion before R'ven could get his mind to wade through the words. He wasn't in any state of mind to say more than a few himself.
Thus when he finally made sense of the question directed at him, R'ven shook his head in silent response. Maybe he should have made the attempt to contact some of the others to between, but there had been enough orders and screaming happening that the brownrider just followed the orders he had been given. Probably not the best quality to have when taking lessons to lead wings.
Another worry he shoved to the back of his mind. R'ven turned his attention back to K'lir and Miguel. "It's not too far, just a small ways into the trees."
:: feel free to take them the rest of the way to the stream x:
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Rei
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Post by Rei on Oct 14, 2010 23:30:18 GMT -5
Elysia stayed silent through the whole series of interactions, taking in the information and processing it as it was given. Ka’rys spoke sense and she was more geared to following orders than questioning anything in them. Thus when he asked about numbers she have a short nod. “I’ll get on it.” Compiling a list of who was here and what they had was necessary if they where to get this group into any semblance of order. Dark eyes went to Nephele briefly before going back to Ka’rys. “Onyth does indeed have numerous supplies. The apprentice healers where very helpful.” Trailing off she mentally checked with Onyth. Love can you figure out how many dragons we have and who is who? Easily. I’ll report back with what we have.
A few long moments passed before the green dutifully reported back and Elysia repeated softly the names. Slowly so as not to overwhelm the bronzer. Twenty two dragons total and seven of them still weyrlings. As for Weyrfolk and the like there where only as many as the senior weyrlings had been able to carry. Not a unwieldy amount. One or two per dragon. No healers amongst them. Counting done the greenrider waited for another order. It was always easier to deal with things when you had orders to follow.
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Cr’oph gave a small smile to Miguel before speaking to K'lir. “No problem. I’ll just meet you there with them.” He gave a glance to his brown riding classmate in time to catch his head shake. R’ven looked a bit lost. At least this gave the guy something to do until the bronzer could clear his head. S’rei had been grooming them both for a role in wing management right? Time to put that training to the test. Cr'oph, at least, was confident.
“Shame. Guess we’re the only ones who where able to make it.” He tried not to think of that as a death sentence for his wingmates. But in truth that was hard since the red head had a bad habit of believing the worst scenario was the one that would likely be the truth. Rains it pours type of thing. Likely they where dead. If they are dead the invaders will pay. There was a firmness to Mavenath’s words and Cr’oph lightly shook his head as he started back to the bronze. We’ll see.
Riffling through the leather bags attached to the dragon’s harness Cr'oph bundled up a short sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts. Would be big on the kid, but there had to be a way to fix that. Hmmm. Also adding a skin of water and some jerky to his bundle he started back towards the river. Drawing closer to the little group he cleared his throat before showing the bundle to the mandyr and setting it on dry ground. “There’s a bit of fresh water and food for the kid there as well.”
Leaning against a nearby tree the man ran a hand through his hair. “Eventually they are going to have to organize us in some way.” He mumbled, mostly to himself. Blue grey eyes flicked to R’ven before moving back to watching the loose groupings of people. Mavenath wanted to keep Trilaranth close and the desire was starting to rub off which was annoying. The bronze had lost the rest of his siblings. The brown was the last link to them the bronze had, and although the bronzer kind of understood the sediment he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
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Post by Sheari on Oct 15, 2010 17:49:39 GMT -5
Can you feel Minth? R'men asked, sitting on his dragon's forepaws. It had taken a goodly amount of coaxing for the bronze to let the man down from his shoulder, and even then, Weith refused to let him out of sight. No.[/i] The deadpan words made R'men nervous and he fidgeted while he looked around "camp". The mind of his dragon was cut off to him as it was cut off to the world. He knew that Weith was trying his best to keep from reaching out to the weyr dragons. He knew that the dull, once shining bronze feared the most losing Minth. The large bronze felt very, very small.
He couldn't claim he was extremely close to the green. She was his clutch-sister, the one he knew would never detest him. She was bonded to the sister of His, and the bronze held a soft spot for her in a brotherly way. The void that might be there when he tried calling out to her...he didn't want to fathom it no matter how much it worried His. Will you try? R'men almost pleaded. The same dead 'no' was his answer.
R'men looked down and fidgeted with a stick. No one had told him anything since he and Weith had betweened and landed here. The keening had made the bronze fall within to himself, and in all sense of the word, R'men felt alone. There was a very small group and very few seemed unoccupied enough that maybe he could ask another rider to do what his dragon was too scared to. The man knew that Minth had risen recently, he knew that the bronze Mavenath flew her, Cr'oph's dragon. He looked up, casually looking for the man, scanning the wooded view of the clearing as if he wasn't looking for anything. Without finding him, the bronzer's gaze returned to the ground and the large forepaw beneath his hind-end. Would be up to asking Mavenath to see if he can feel Minth? I don't know how that would go, but he flew her so.... It was a poor excuse, but it was all he had to work with.
A soft rumble vibrated in the throat of the bronze. He didn't want to ask for help. He didn't want to seem weak or cowardly. He knew that Mavenath was fine, and he knew that there was still a chance that his greensister was still alive. Could he bring himself, though, to ask another to feel for a dragon that might not be there? He could come to no good reason as to why not. Tentatively, he mustered his courage, reached with his mind to send words...Mavenath...can you feel Minth?[/i] His words were smooth and emotionless; nothing there to imply that he hadn't tried himself, nothing to let the younger bronze know how much of a coward he felt himself to be. After all, it was just a question.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Oct 15, 2010 18:58:48 GMT -5
He nodded ever so slightly into the hand cupping his chin. The boy was completely silent in response to the words about his father. "The woman said he left," Miguel stated, a lift to the end of the words turning it into a faintly hopeful almost-question. She hadn't said to where, but he'd been gone this morning. Maybe he was okay. Maybe he'd...find them? The boy thought he must. Daddy was never here when things were scary, but he always came back after, and then he'd hold him and tell him it was okay. It would happen again just like that. Only, would he be mad?
Miguel's eyes slid up and up and up at the approach of the very tall man. For a moment the height alone made him think his father had come back, after all, but no. It wasn't him. He stayed silent at the exchange of words, and then when a new person walked up, pressing closer to K'lir. Miguel wasn't usually shy but he didn't want all the strangers right now. Blood. He shivered and dragged his fingers, curled into claws, down his sides, gripping at the fabric. Wanted it off. All of it off. If Daddy came back right now and saw he'd know and he'd be mad.
The boy was barely listening to all the talking going on, now, finally yanking off his shirt and rubbing his palms vigorously over himself, trying to get the blood to go away. It was only the feeling of eyes on him that made him stop. He flushed. Did they all have to look? Glancing up at the rider, his eyes went to K'lir questioningly, but of course the blind man wouldn't see the question in them. He didn't seem to be upset at what the big man was saying, so...Miguel nodded. He wiped his palm off over his stomach. It still wouldn't go away, but K'lir had already touched him and the big man was waiting. He slid his hand into the greenrider's and followed after, feeling like people were watching. He'd seen a woman wave at him. Miguel shivered.
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Post by Ember on Oct 16, 2010 21:41:17 GMT -5
Nephele, despite fully intending to listen, had drifted back into her mind just enough that being called by name made her blink and glance at Ka'rys. Well, even assuming she had been paying full attention she would have been surprised. She wasn't entirely sure what most of the other Legatus members - though Iskierka made her opinion known often enough - thought of her but she felt very unsuited to the wing. She had never gathered the courage to ask Ka'rys why he tagged her for it.
The young woman appreciated the sentiment though she wasn't exactly self-conscious about being in her night shift. It just wasn't very practical. All the same...she nodded gratefully at Ka'rys; she wasn't up to even fake smiles yet. She muttered a soft "thank you" for E'rro as he handed over the blanket. She draped it around herself and found herself a little more at ease. It was comforting to be enveloped in something, anything at that point. Well, something other than death and chaos.
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Iskierka digested what Ka'rys said, shoving any emotion out roughly. She had always been quite good at focusing on anything but her emotions so it wasn't too hard to do. The lack of anything for her to do, however, was a bit of a problem. Numbers were already being processed by Elysia and there was simply nothing left for her to do. The only thing she did have wasn't of much importance at the moment. It did nothing for her to offer up the information while they were planning what she assumed would be their next move.
That she was relieved of her duty to the Weyrlings received...mixed emotions from her. Relief and...annoyance. She growled mentally and shoved all thought of them out of her mind. She needed something to do.
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Jazheera was decidedly unhappy with T'mund's reaction to the intrusion of a brownrider. While it was true that they were relatively under control the advice was not to be dismissed so roughly. Jazz wasn't one for sugar coating things or keeping quiet so she spoke the moment her fellow weyrling finished. While he organized the weyrlings into the formation she shot a discreet apologetic look to C'oar. He was a pain, yes, but they only had each other now.
"T'mund, that's great and all, but stop acting like a spoiled child trying to keep a new toy all to themself. If - I'm sorry, I don't know your name - this brownrider has input we should listen. We may be 'in charge' but that doesn't mean we know best. That said, we don't really have the time to argue about this either. I suggest you go and see if any un injured weyrfolk need a ride; that's what I'm going to do," Jazz said sharply. She walked briskly in the direction of someone she knew didn't have a dragon while Dhavalth got into position.
She approached Hoayamae and attempted a smile that was more like a show of teeth. "Hoayamae. Ah, I see you got some food out with you. That will help settle some people.If you could continue to hand what you have out and then come to Dhavalth? He's the almost white dragon over there," Jazz told the woman, waving vaguely in the direction of the weyrling dragons. "We want to be prepared to take off at any moment in case they find us."
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Post by glamourie on Oct 17, 2010 11:32:56 GMT -5
Well, that was easy enough. It didn’t seem like either of the two brownriders were expressly happy at being dismissed, but it wasn’t personal. Ka’rys had a healthy amount of respect for Merridan just as he did Nephele; if not for the fact that his wing was brownrider heavy, he probably would’ve insisted the girl be on it. Not because he thought her an incredibly competent fighter but because she’d proven her loyalty to Selenitas when she helped defend the very clutch that she Impressed from and Ka’rys would remember that forever. Ciceroth remembered it too. And C’oar was… huge. Ka’rys didn’t intimidate easily, but people that more resembled inanimate objects in size than they did people tended to be individuals that he didn’t want to piss off without a very good reason. He was pretty sure that he could take him in a fight if somehow it came to that but uhhh, he’d rather not. He’d been trying to give them something to do – something that would take their minds off of things and not have them lingering around while he tried to talk to Legatus. He just hoped that his decision wasn’t a bad one because as he watched C’oar depart, he was quite unnerved by the boy’s inability to properly express what he was trying to say. Hopefully Merridan could temper him…
“Don’t let them make too much noise,” Ka’rys said to M’kai; it was the only thing he could think of that might be a problem with ground drills. Dragons flying high above might not hear them but if they were doing lower flying sweeps for any reason, they would. He didn’t know if the invaders would come after them or not, and he didn’t want to put anyone at risk. “If you can get a count of weyrfolk, that would be great. Thank you.”
Back to E’rro Ka’rys turned, a slight frown. He didn’t really like that his wingsecond was hurt. The number of people that Ka’rys cared about in the world was small and rapidly dwindling, but E’rro was his. It was very much like the way dragons claimed people as theirs; E’rro was someone he would gladly suffer to keep from harm. Not that he’d ever say it, but the brownrider – so much younger – had long ago earned Ka’rys’s trust, and he’d kept it over the turns. One didn’t earn Ka’rys’s trust easily, especially being from Benden when he was from Fort, but… E’rro had managed it. He had his complete and unfailing trust. Which was also why he didn’t ask if he was okay, why he didn’t insist he get treatment… E’rro was a healer; if he didn’t think he needed treatment immediately, he would respect the brownrider’s judgment. Even if it did make him a little antsy to see him hurting, injured that way – right.
Meira’s departure made Ka’rys narrow his eyes slightly and then he inclined his head toward his bronze. The dragon uncurled slightly in response.
Jingth? The one-word name was very soft; Ciceroth had barely ever interacted with Jingth and he really knew very little about the smallest gold at Selenitas. It wasn’t personal; he was Hepaticath’s, and she was the only gold that he needed to spend time with. What he did know was that she didn’t seem to like bronzes much and… he didn’t really know how she would react to his words. Hopefully not unfavorably; he didn’t really feel up to drama. If you believe that it will help stir Yours from this state of shock, I have Chandath’s here and the Samerahatchling. Mine would be most appreciative if Yours would help look after her; if you do not believe it would help, you need not repeat it, though. He seems to think it might.
Ka’rys himself couldn’t look over at Ciceroth for long. With Kalerary over there, if he so much as saw her, his resolve would just shatter and he’d have to go over there, have to touch her and Sammy, have to know they were okay because he knew Keravi wasn’t. The thought made his stomach hurt again. Shards. Fortunately, Elysia was talking and Ka’rys turned toward her. Her numbers made him nod slowly.
“Thank you, Elysia.” He turned toward Nephele, speaking softly, “I need you to go with Meira and help her with anyone injured. Anyone you see with bloody clothes has to change, and the bloody clothes themselves are going to have to be disposed of somewhere far from where we are. We don’t want to attract felines. You will probably have to ask around to find out who has changes of clothes on them. Some riders carry spare clothes, some just have spare jackets – anything not bloody is needed right now. Ciceroth doesn’t have anything but a change of clothes for me and…” He looked down at his clothes, then added, “And I’m going to need them, so I guess start asking the weyrlings, and the weyrfolk, see who brought anything. Have Nuoth tell Azrath that Darya is to help you.”
From her, he turned to Elysia and Iskierka. “You two are the ones I would trust to handle yourselves best in the air right now. We need people to scope the perimeter. We can’t just stay here indefinitely, so I need you guys to between out and look around. Separately. There are wild felines in this territory and they hunt in packs, so don’t stay anywhere too long. Those maps will help.” He indicated the ones that he gave to E’rro. “We should be right about here.” One hand lifted to point at just southeast of Blossom Hold. “For now, just try to find some kind of shelter big enough to hold the dragons – somewhere that we can get people out from open space. Be careful because they might be flying Sweeps and I don’t want either of you caught like M’ta was. Understand?”
Someone had to have seen something – but for the moment, he’d wait until Iskierka and Elysia were off checking before he asked. E’rro probably knew. If not him, the Weyrlingmaster. He hadn’t seen where the ones who attacked were from. He could guess, but… confirmation would be nice… And where was S’rei? Ciceroth couldn’t reach Salenth. That didn’t bode well – didn’t bode well at all.
Hi Ven. Showoff is. K’lir mine. Guelhatchling. Helps is thanked. For Showoff to be polite was a sign of the end of the world – or some might say. As it were, he was only being that way because K’lir needed this one’s help and he knew if he ran him off, DungheadHis would flay him. That and Showoff was… upset. He’d seen too much – felt too much – His was very scared, and the salamandyr was a lot of things but snotty under fire was not one of them. He usually handled K’lir’s moods by behaving like something akin to a saint. Thus the manners. He’d never really bother with this one after this – unless His beckoned it. But for now he was acceptable because he was helping His. Showoff flared his little red frill for a moment and then slithered off Miguel and onto K’lir’s neck, rubbing affectionately against the greenrider’s jaw. His. Calm down, His.
K’lir reached down and wrapped his fingers with Miguel’s lightly. The closeness made him frown and he wondered, for a second, whether these two had anything to do with Miguel’s upset – or if it was just backwash. Baoth insisted it was the latter and K’lir trusted her judgment where he himself couldn’t. He tightened his grip enough on Miguel’s hand to be reassuring and he nodded mutely (hoping that the other individual would be able to see it, since he had no clue where he really was). The greenrider remained silent until he heard the sound of a stream and a hint of relief filled him; fresh water was good, fresh water was very good.
“Thanks for your help.” More movement behind them. The other man? Sure enough, it was. “You, too. We both appreciate it. Here Miguel – let’s get you out of those clothes, changed into something clean and get you something to drink, huh?” He swatted around at the bundle that Showoff informed him the location of and the salamandyr leapt from his shoulder to rest on the skin and chirp, almost firelizard-like, to Miguel; this one, this one. Drink this one.
His head tilted to the side at the comment of organization, but K’lir elected not to address it; he did not think it was directed to him. These two obviously knew one another and Baoth commented that their dragons were clutchsiblings, as she and Chaoth were. Made sense. His focus was on getting Miguel cleaned up, getting some water in him and then taking him back to Baoth. The boy was probably exhausted, scared and upset; he’d curl up underneath Baoth’s wings and hold him until he slept and the rest of them could just sod off. As far as K’lir was concerned, the most important thing right at that moment was making sure his little companion didn’t have a nervous breakdown. “I think I’ve got some blankets back with Baoth, we can wrap up when we get back if you feel cold from trying to be cleaned off. How does that sound?”
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Post by Tashe on Oct 17, 2010 14:33:26 GMT -5
Although he tried to be the picture of calm, standing at ease with his hands clasped behind his back, the lull in orders directed at him let his mind wonder. He thought of the people he had left behind. All of his nightshift apprentices and the few morning shift ones who'd come in early. Were they okay? Obviously none of the injured had escaped, nor any of his helpers. He just hoped that the invaders had treated them decently, that none of them were hurt. When he caught sight of Meira in the distance, E'rro's mind immediately jumped to T'san. That annoying, over enthusiastic, insatiable fool. Unfortunately, he was one of the few people who was closest to him probably even be called a friend by most people. How was he fairing? What about Dorava and her little Blue Salamandyr? The Wingsecond shook his head as if he was trying to clear these thoughts away. He was worried. More so than he had ever been before in an attack. Being exiled was not something he had ever expected to happen, but here they were, with no possible (safe) contact with the Weyr.
When Ka'rys was done with Nephele, he turned to her with a lowered voice so as not to disrupt the Bronzerider as he gave out other orders. "Neph, I have a shirt and a jacket I can spare, though I will have to keep my pants. If you want to get them now, the jacket is lashed to the back of Ismaroth's harness and the shirt is in the right harness bag. There is also a medical bag strapped onto the left. If you wish to take it to Meira." He nodded and started to turn away, but paused. "If you do go and get them now, would you just toss the pants near Isma's head? If not I can always get them later when you do need the shirt." This time he smiled then completed his attention shift.
Rolling his map up as the rest of his Wing were given scouting orders, E'rro listened quietly to the directions. Offering his own map to Elysia (she was the closest to him) the Wingsecond nodded to her when he was relieved of his map. And then, there were two. Everyone who had gathered had been dismissed to preform other tasks. First the two Brownriders, then M'kai and Meira. Soon after Nephele, now Elysia and Iskeirka. Idly tapping his fingers on the palm of his hand as he adjusted their position onto his lower back, he turned to face his Wingleader fully. "... Sir?"
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Since Ten seemed to have Isori covered in terms of Ride and attention, he excused himself quietly and looked around for Weyrfolk in need of a Ride. His eyes settled on a lone boy at the trunk of a nearby tree. Leifa chirped encouragingly. Walking over E'iah had a vague recollection of the boy, and then he remembered. It was the candidate with the dog. E'iah remembered when they were only Junior Weyrlings, the boy had snuck into the lesson with his dog. He nearly faltered. Rishin. His own dog was back at his Weyr, he hoped beyond hope that when they did get back, she would remember him. They had after all, spent all of her life together. Thinking about it now almost had him tear up, fortunately Leifa was there to rub against his chin with her simple, uncomplicated gestures of love.
Covering the rest of the distance he crouched by the boy and offered him a small smile. "Nabrik... right? Oh and hello to you, little Salamandyr friend." He offered his hand in case the boy felt like shaking it. "E'iah of Viveth. This is Leifa." He gestured at the lovely Green on his shoulder. "You had to leave your best friend behind, didn't you? As did I. But Rishin is a smart one and I'm sure that your Canine is too. I'd bet they'd even find each other and make a two dog pack. They'll be safe. If anyone can get scraps and not have others find out about it, its Rishin." The Weyrling rung his hands together before using them to stand. "Weyrlings and Weyrfolk are supposed to pair up in case we need to leave. Would you like to be my partner for now? You'll need to find a Rider anyway." A weary smile was offered, whether Nabrik wanted to be his charge or not didn't bother E'iah, so long as the Candidate found somebody. But dog handlers should stick together, at least thats what the Weyrling thought.
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Post by dragon on Oct 17, 2010 22:51:52 GMT -5
One thick eyebrow arched upwards at the biting answer that was received from one of the Weyrlings. After the youth turned around and started issuing orders, C'oar waited a moment. Just a moment to allow him to stop talking. Once the flow of words stopped, C'oar dropped a hand on T'mund's shoulder to get his attention again. "I am sorry if this seems to you like treading on your newfound leadership, Weyrling. But I have orders from the Weyrsecond to get this straightened out. So do forgive an perceived slights. Your Weyrlingmaster is also receiving his orders from Ka'rys, as it were. I trust you to handle things well enough when the time comes. But for now ... first priority is locating the wounded, getting them to the Healers, and then we need a solid headcount. Once that is done, as Meridan has said, you need to scatter. Formation can wait until we're secure. We are not secure here in the least. I would suggest placing the dragons all facing outward, on watch for predators. I'll leave it to you to place them, how is that? Try to keep riders close to dragons, if you can." C'oar suggested, trying to get everything sorted out and not upset the youth any more than strictly had to be done. There was enough stress going around without making it worse by infighting. Getting people's backs up about stuff was no way to go about getting anything productive done. He did offer a slight nod to the young lady that also spoke up. She seemed to have a better grasp on the situation. He'd have to get her name later and recommend her ... not that his word counted for much among the other riders.
"I do not know for sure yet, but I think everyone is fixing to move again. This is not our final resting place. So be ready to move at a moment's notice. Stay in contact, but stay hidden." C'oar said finally, before patting T'mund's shoulder lightly and offering a very small nod. "Take care of them." Removing his hand from the youth's shoulder he took stock of the weyrlings he could see. So far he wasn't seeing any gouting spurts of bleeding ... so far so good.
Wait ... was that Doby? Or... well ... he knew that wasn't her name. He forgot what her name really was. But he did remember telling her once that he might start calling her that... Not seeing anything better to do at the moment since no one he could see needed carting over to the Healers, he took a few steps over toward where Tenlie was standing just in time to catch the part where she said "I do be Ten."
"Ten whats? Ten fingered?" C'oar offered, in a rare effort to lift the rather dull mood that had settled on everyone. "Hi. How are you holding up?" He asked, with more seriousness.
But the sound of another voice at his elbow made him pause. Huh-? He turned and looked down at Meira. Hn. She looked familiar. Her question lent the spark that led to recognition. "Weyrwoman." He greeted. Shards, she looked different when stressed. "I hear you. I ..." he paused, and then sighed. "I told them to not clump up, but maybe I did word that wrong... I'll take care of it, lady. And no, I haven't seen anyone in dire need of tending."
She looked like she was freezing to death. He would have offered her his jacket, like a lot of people had already handed off theirs. Except ... not only was it a large one to fit him, but it was extra long, too. Meira could probably make a whole tent out of his jacket. Probably only someone like S'rei could have put C'oar's jacket on and not gotten swamped ... and even then it would have been seriously baggy on the Weyrleader.
Isori squeaked when she suddenly got attention for a direction she hadn't been expecting in the least. But maybe she should have expected something from someone, considering how she was acting like she'd lost every wit she'd ever owned all over the poor girl in front of her. Just exactly where were her wits anyway?
"Ummmm." She offered at first, before falling silent again as the youth was talking. She looked at him with wide eyes for a moment, before sucking in a breath and looking in the direction he indicated. "Yeah, I'm a Candidate. Or, I was ... before all this happened. I didn't want to leave before I found my sister, but the Master made me. I didn't have a choice in it..." She trailed off and fell silent again as the words registered in her brain that her sister's class was still back there in the middle of the chaos. Captured. A hand leapt to her mouth at that realization, and a high squeak escaped her before she got it clamped down. At least it hadn't morphed into a full out wail.
Without even really thinking about it she turned toward him. She didn't have the first clue who he was, but he was the first real person to actually talk to her, try to help ... and be nice. A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek as she leaned through the jacket he offered to lean on him too, tugging the edge of the jacket over her shoulder as she hid her face in his shoulder. She didn't seem to notice or even care that the person she was leaning on was younger than she was.
Not that it lasted long. He wandered off, and Isori stumbled a step, before blinking and looking at the jacket she was left with. Inhaling slowly, she turned wide eyes on Tenlie. For a moment she just stood there, before wiggling the jacket around and slipping her arms into the armholes proper-like. "Um ... ?" She rubbed her nose with a finger, and suddenly felt very self conscious.
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Post by Avu on Oct 18, 2010 18:27:38 GMT -5
My love, Futh says that his side was burned. It was not severe, but I am sure he is uncomfortable and would appreciate aide. Her voice was kept formal and informative on purpose, Jingth hoping vaguely that it would distract Meira from Riaren’s absence. What shall I tell him? The gold squirmed, directing an absent croon at Futh from her spot half in the trees, reluctant to completely immerse herself under the foliage in case she needed to move quickly again. If anything, she mostly just wanted to curl up around Meira—or on her, even though she knew she wasn’t small enough to do that.
Tell him—tell him I’ll be over as soon as possible. I just—I need to make sure everyone else is okay, stable, for the moment, make sure nobody needs care right away. I’m sorry, I—
You have /nothing/ to apologize for. Now the words were final, but Jingth’s mind brushed tenderly against Meira’s anyway to soften the firm insistence in her ‘voice’. Only when she was sure Meira wasn’t going to argue with that did she turn her mind back to Futh, brushing warmth against the blue’s mind reassuringly—Mine will be over as soon as she makes sure there are no others who need immediate care. Thank you very much for letting us know. At least he wasn’t stupid like some people were, wasn’t trying to play the martyr and suffer in silence.
Meira nodded at C’oar’s words, though she was starting to hate the title Weyrwoman. It seemed she was only ever called that when something was wrong, and everything was wrong. And she really didn’t need a reminder. She didn’t comment, though. It wasn’t C’oar’s fault; the brownrider was just trying to be polite, if anything. At any other time, she would’ve told him that it wasn’t necessary, that she wasn’t even used to responding to Weyrwoman and that her name was fine, but there wasn’t time for that, not now. “Thank you,” she said quietly, tossing a quick glance at the Weyrlings. At least they were okay, even if Jingth’s weren’t, even if their mother had died…“Let Jingth know if anyone needs us, yeah?”
She didn’t really wait for a reply, instead setting off for Futh, bowing her head to poke through the medical bag to look for what she did and didn’t have. A small jar of aloe would be okay for the burns, though hopefully it was a relatively small burn—didn’t want to use too much if their supplies were going to be limited right off the start. Reaching the blue’s side, she touched his flank lightly with one hand, tentatively—it was easier to feel comfortable around human patients. “Futh?” she inquired timidly, “I’m going to put aloe on your burns, is that okay? You’re not allergic or anything?”
Meanwhile, Jingth twitched her tail in surprise, head turning towards Ciceroth. How kind of the bronze’s to think of Hers…Thank you. I’ll ask her as soon as she finishes with Futh. Please thank Yours for me, too. And tell him that not many seem to be injured. Futh’s injury is fairly superficial, I think, and he is the only one that has spoken up for treatment.
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Post by heisokufire9 on Oct 19, 2010 11:44:00 GMT -5
Sorry for the lateness....))
Connor watched the goings on with sad eyes. He was worried about his brother. Y'kiro was still back in the weyr and Connor didn't know whether he was alive or not. And that bothered the teen. The brothers had not been apart since they had left the hold after their parents died over a turn ago.
It may have seemed a little odd to others but they were all they had. The raven-haired teen sighed running a hand through his hair.
Great faranth keep Y'kiro safe. he thought glancing around. It seemed that the riders were getting things organized. He looked down at his own outfit. It was torn and dirty but not bloody. He had a spare change of clothes with him having managed to grab it. He went up to Merridian.
"I have a change of clothes if anyone needs them." he said quietly.
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Post by rii on Oct 19, 2010 12:18:39 GMT -5
The distance was relatively short to the small stream that snaked it's way silently through the trees. Shallow enough to see the bottom and not have to worry about any nasty surprised. Aside from snakes, but R'ven wasn't going to spare much thought to that little detail. A gesture of hand directed Miguel, and by default K'lir, to the fallen log that sat at the edge of the water.
He waited, quietly, for Miguel to rid himself of the bloody clothing before approached, pant legs rolled up to the knees as he knelt with a rag he had made out of his own sleeve. The green and bronze riders were doing well enough to fill the silent with talk; which suited the brown rider who didn't want to speak any more than Miguel. Softly he addressed the child - boy couldn't even be ten yet. "Come out in the water. I'll go with you. Splash your face, scrub your arms. I'll help you wipe it all off." It, not blood, just it.
From under his shirt, Bonnied poked her small olive green head out and peeped at the child. A moment later she ducked back down, shivering under the fabric. R'ven helped as much as Miguel permitted, washing the blood from face, hair and neck. The rest of the boy's body had been covered by the clothes and needed little more than to be wiped over once to get rid of the sticky feeling.
As much as R'ven wanted to reply sardonically to Cr'oph's words, the brownrider settled on just giving the bronze rider a silent look as he helped Miguel out and back to K'lir. He picked out the shirt and shorts before handing them over. Yeah, way too big for him, no doubt the greenrider (even blind) would have sense enough to roll up the sleeves). "I have a belt you can use if the shorts don't stay up."
The bloody clothes were picked up and taken back out into the water to be scrubbed. Maybe they didn't want anything to do with them.. but in a few days a fresh pair of clothing that actually fit would be nice, wouldn't it? Who knows where they'd end up since they didn't have the small luxuries of the weyr to enjoy. R'ven knew he had next to nothing packed on Trilaranth. It never occurred to him he would have to be ready for an invasion and ready to backtrack into the jungles at any given second. Usually the attackers came... and then left.
Finally, to Cr'oph, R'ven gave him a response. "Ka'rys and his people are no doubt discussing it. All we can do is wait." The unvoiced patiently lingering in the air.
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Post by Rei on Oct 19, 2010 20:13:33 GMT -5
Elysia gave a nod to Ka’rys and then gently accepted the map from E’rro. Ony baby we’ve got new orders. The enthusiastic response she got had a half smile quickly forming, but she dropped it immediately so as not to offend any of her wing. Now was not the time for smiles but the fact that her green was excited and willing to work made the greenrider herself feel better. Her dragon was downright depressed and worried about Saboth, but the sooner she could get the females mind on other things the sooner that would fade.
Not that Elysia had any problem with F’lix or his blue but a moping and a pale and off kilter green she did not need. The woman wanted no repetitions of when Iaemoth and G’lem perished and Onyth had gone off feed for several sevendays. That had been depressing and harrowing for both parties and the green had been quickly approaching that level of affection with Saboth. Yes the greenrider hoped they where alive, but for now worrying about them accomplished nothing. Especially when there was no current way to ease that worry.
Drawing closer to her dragon the Benden woman suddenly remembered the bags of medical supplies on the green and had the female approach Jingth instead of directly meeting up with her. Drawing up beside the gold and her own dragon Elysia gave a respectful and straight-backed bow to the large golden female. No she held no love for Jingth nor Meira but the woman did have to recognize their importance anyway. Unfastening the first of the bags on Onyth she nodded to the gold and then mentally prodded the green. Tail tip twitching Onyth bespoke Jingth softly. My apologies my queen but we need to leave these medical supplies with you for yours. In case she has any need of them. Upon our return I can carry them again if you like, but for now our mission involves speed and stealth and that will be harder with such weight weighing me down. Queen thus explained to, the dark dragon did her best to stay still as hers unfastened her load.
After what felt like a lifetime she was finally free and the green sprung away to trot a few steps forward and look back at hers. I am ready. More than such actually. Too much energy and there had been no battle to leech any of it. Onyth was skittish and wanted to be moving. With a smile and a nod Elysia ran towards the green and vaulted up into place, quickly snapping straps in place as her dragon leapt for the canopy twisting automatically in a now unconscious defensive maneuver. Before they broke through the tree line the pair transferred between and into open air.
Circling fast and low for a few moments the green pair scanned the sky before Elysia pulled out the map, leaving Onyth on watch for the moment to check her bearings. Tapping a fingernail at the spot she was pretty sure they had emerged into the rider mentally directed the green left to start a type of grid pattern northwestern in direction. They would cover as much as they could in this area and leave the other mirroring side to Iskierka and Ioth before heading southward. Briefly the dark female brushed the blue’s mind in explanation before breaking contact to begin the scouting.
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Cr’oph gave a slow nod to K’lir and then catching himself last minute gave a short. “You’re both welcome. It’s no problem.” They had to all stick together after all. They where all each other had now and if there was any hope of taking back Selenitas, in fighting should be avoided at all costs. Thus when R’ven gave him a look he inwardly bristled. Heh. Some people never learned. Least the brownrider could do was attempt to be friendly but nooooo. That was to much to ask of his silent wingmate. Whatever. The other man likely thought he knew better anyway. Poor idiot.
Cr’ophmine. I would think you would take your own so recently thought about advice. Do try to get along with Trilaranth’s. I know you two haven’t been the best of friends in the past but do put those differences aside and try not to let your arrogance get in the way. You both have far to much of that quality for no reason at all. Unfortunately you have to work with each other at some point. So swallow your pride and just let it go. Snorting in rarely shown irritation the large bronze was about to comment further when Weith bespoke him.
The bronze gave a sad croon. I am afraid I have not heard from her Weith. But if I hear anything I will let you know. I am sorry. The large male’s head turned towards Trilaranth then. He understood the other bronze’s question. He did. If it would have been possible Mavenath would have made sure all his siblings had gone with them. However he had not had enough time to send them all decent coordinates. A failure on his part. Momentarily sorrow whirled though his eyes before the color went back to default calm. The bronze had never been an overly emotional sort. Indeed he could be called the opposite most times. Not much ruffled his proverbial feathers. However he did have his soft spots and they resided solely with those that belonged to him. His siblings belonged to him. The mutation dragons belonged to him and once he caught the senior gold…. they would all be his and he would protect them to the best of his ability. Heaving to his feet the large bronze arched his neck and looked over the dragons before him. Stick together. That was the best shot they had.
Cr’oph sighed as he felt through his bronze’s emotions. He didn’t like having to leave X’rx and the others behind anymore than Mavenath did. Then he heard R’ven’s voice and he had to resist snapping back. No joke stupid. I was only making a comment. Swallowing the words with a little effort the red head looked away and simply shrugged. “Yeah. Well, it would just be nice if us peons got a little bit of the info at some point.” These things cannot be rushed. Mavenath supplied to both Cr’oph and, surprisingly, to R’ven as well. Drawing back from the unfamiliar mind the bronze brushed against his bonded privately. Proud of you. Yeah, yeah. Well don’t get used to that feeling. Boots tapping against the dry ground the bronzer continued to watch Ka’rys and left R’ven to speak to the boy and the blind rider. He could watch from here. Protect if he needed to, but with all the dragons milling about he was willing to bet that the felines would keep a bit of distance for awhile. Damn possessive bronze.
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Post by Rowana on Oct 20, 2010 14:26:38 GMT -5
Merridan's eyes wandered over the group and the forest beyond. Things were quiet for now. Maybe their large numbers were helping to scare off wild predators, but she didn't think that would last. Felines and wild whers could be highly territorial when threatened and they wouldn't hesitate to pick off stragglers. C'oar and Meira seemed to have the injured under control and some of the weyrlings had picked up passengers. Under the circumstances, they were all doing as well as could be expected, but Mer wished they would get moving soon. She hated being exposed like this and she hated leaving her friends behind even more.
A quiet voice made Mer turn. The young man looked almost familiar, but he didn't seem to have a dragon. He was probably a candidate then, she frowned while trying to place him. "You're Y'kiro's brother?" she guessed. She'd met the young weyrling a few times for blade practice. At least his brother seemed a calm sort, that was good. Mer didn't have patience for panicking right now. "Thanks, I'm sure someone will." She herself only had the clothes she was wearing and her weapons, but at least she was still clean. She would rather have had a shot at the wastelanders, though, and thread take her clothes.
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Hoayamae continued to pass out rolls to the waiting riders and weyrlings as Jazheera approached. The old cook hadn't payed much mind to the conversations around her. Her first concern was her charges and she was more than willing to let people like Ka'rys and E'rro deal with the rest. Smiling sensibly at the blue weyrling, Mae offered her a roll as well. "Of course, dear," she agreed. "Thank ye kindly." Mae had been through more than enough in her life that even this uprooting hadn't fazed her much. Though it was true she was probably further from the Weyr than she had ever been in her life.
Mae looked over at the young dragons, making sure she could pick out Dhavalth at need. With his bright, clear hide he stood out more than most of the others. "My he's a handsome fellow," she commented with a wink. She did a quick count of how many rolls she had left. "Don't you worry yer head about me," she assured her. "I'll find yah when the time comes." She nodded and bustle off to Ka'rys's group. Just because they were talking didn't mean they shouldn't eat too!
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Nabrik looked up blankly at the older boy who spoke to him. He wasn't in the mood to be babied right now, but at least this one wasn't being condescending. "Hi," he answered quietly, taking the offered hand. Alph was a bit more relieved to have company. He raised his head hopefully at the greeting and cocked his head at Leifa. Alph is pleased to meet, he said calmly. Nabrik was eying E'iah with his usually suspicion, trying to decide if he was lying to make him feel better. "Are you sure Path be alright?" he asked slowly. He liked the idea of her having a friend while he was gone. Maybe Path and Rishin would look after each other like the weyrling said.
Normally the prospect of dragon rides delighted the boy, but Nabrik was too worried about Path to be excited. He was almost about to say no, but he didn't have anyone else he knew here. At least E'iah had been concerned about Path and he had a canine too so he must understand. Jabbing his stick into the ground, Nabrik stood and nodded shortly. "Sure," he said, without enthusiasm. Alph was a bit more polite about the offer and happy to know his charge would be safe. Thanks muchly! he said with relief.
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