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Post by Brekka and Panitath on Jun 28, 2010 10:37:00 GMT -5
She'd just set herself up to begin weaving some course cloth for bandages when the call came that they were moving again. Her small lap loom wasn't of the size to make create pieces of cloth but she could weave strips quite easily.
She didn't know who else might be around to help with the tasks or to teach her any more but she packed it all into a bag half finished just to make sure she could keep going at the next stop.
So many people were rushing around that she grabbed her bags of what few possessions she'd been able to bring with her and went to the area where the dragon riders were packing up and taking off. She found the nice Blue Rider N'hil and his dragon Monrath waiting so she walked up to the giant beast and handed up her few belongings to be stowed in the nets along with his.
"Thank you for the ride... again!" she said with a smile and he grinned as he helped her climb up the side of the great blue hide.
Monrath's head snaked around to look at her and she reached out to rub the eye ridge as she'd seen N'hil do and smile "and thank you so very much" she said to the dragon.
She had no idea if he could understand her in the least but she thought it was the polite thing to do at the very least.
Once she was aboard, another person climbed up with his things and sat behind her then before she knew it her heart was pounding as they vaulted into the air and the dragons wings beat with heavy strokes to take them aloft.
The man behind her seemed petrified but she was exhilarated and giggled as the blue rider turned to her and said "Monrath says you're very welcome and you can ride anytime you wish."
She smiled and wrapped her arms more firmly around the mans waist hugging her head behind his shoulder and watching the water pass below.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 28, 2010 15:21:09 GMT -5
"Alright, we'll go up and oversee some of the scouting and you can take care of things here. Mnoranth tells me Sorelle is coping this morning and Sivarith is in a mood to fly."
Maram smiled at him, reaching up without even thinking and placing her hand on his arm, before quickly pulling it away.
"I'll see to it that the others are ready," she said, turning away from him and hustling through the crowds. It took a good pair of hours to make sure no one was missed or supplies left behind. Maram felt drained by the time she watched the last of the refugees make their way to the dragons. Sorelle had already set off with one of the earlier parties, Maram and Chalarath had waited until almost the last, not wanting to leave others behind. In the past she would have flown ahead, taken the lead, but R'enh had handled that responsibility so well, that Maram had opted to take a different role.
Glancing around at the now deserted looking island, Maram moved towards Chalarath and mounted her back. It was just the two of them, the others had all gone ahead.
You are tired, mine, came the quiet voice of her dearest one.
You worry overmuch, was Maram's reply even as she patted the beautiful golden hide. Soon the two were airborne making their way towards the wings that had already taken flight.
Maram wondered how long it would take them to find a safe home, if one was even to be found.
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Post by nerys on Jun 28, 2010 21:22:56 GMT -5
Nerystimon was lulled out of her mournful musings when her rider escort arrived before her, shadowing the sun. She looked up and listened as he spoke of moving on. Nerystimon nodded in understanding, then rose from her position and did what she could to help pack up supplies. She had next to nothing of her own, besides the clothing articles that others had loaned her after she'd been plucked from the wreckage of Lemos. Nothing to remind her of the life she once had, except for the little charm she wore around her neck. It had been a gift on her 16th Turn from her parents, and now Nerystimon cherished it more than anything, for it was her last connection to them.
When the rider commented that she didn't need to help pack the others things, she turned her bleak eyes to him and told him that she wanted to help, that having something to do meant she didn't have time to think. She caught a flicker of the same dark shadows in his eyes as he nodded.
Soon, everything that the dragon would take was packed into the nettings and Nerystimon and the other passenger joined the rider atop the animals' back. Nerystimon wished she could enjoy and savor the experience. Her first ride adragonback had been when the rider had rescued her, yet she had yet to take any joy from the experience, so deep was her sorrow.
As the dragon's mighty wings unfolded and with a great push took them airborne, Nerystimon hardly paid attention to her surroundings. That was until the dragon suddenly dipped downward, cascading ever so close to the glistening waters. For the first time in a long time, Nerystimon felt something other than despair and sorrow. It was amazing to be gliding so freely over the crystal clear water. And in that moment, a small crack appeared in the armor that she had managed to build around herself since the Hold had fallen.
Nerystimon must have drawn in a shaky breath for the rider seemed to turn and look at her quizzically. When she managed a somewhat half-hearted smile to indicate she was alright, she saw the shock on his face. It was, she had to admit, the first sign of life returning to her weary, heart-broken soul. Things could only look up from here, couldn't they?
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 29, 2010 12:51:37 GMT -5
He flew toward the next island and then beyond that the next. They seemed to stretch on in an endless chain. Even loaded as they were, Mnoranth flew strongly and beside his Sivarith flew with her rider aboard. Sorelle had pulled together this morning and seemed her old self. She was quite the organizer and had helped Maram considerably.
How much of his youth had been spent wishing for a moment like this to see the glorious Sivarith winging her way next to Mnoranth.
"She was never for me, she was always for Brath. Even when I flew better, she still chose Brath."
He could tell the dragon's memories were starting to fade a little bit. Their grief at the loss of the bronze pair was less acute than it had been. "Sometimes that is the way it is," he said and poured his love into their bond. Mnoranth was incredible and in his opinion the most beautiful bronze on all of Pern.
Benden had not shared her wealth of Bronzes with other weyrs so his flights had been limited to the two queens of the weyr and the occasional green he happened to catch, even though they were less satisfying.
They flew across the water again and he could tell that several of the greens were starting to flag so he called a rest stop and started the group spiraling toward the ground when his eyes caught a flash of gold.
"Mnoranth! Is that" the giant bronze bugled and many other throats burst forth with greeting. Then he saw riders coming in from another direction and his eyes opened with joy…. "More Dragons!" he yelled and told Mnoranth to spread the news!
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Post by Darvin on Jun 29, 2010 14:27:39 GMT -5
A small Green, rider aboard, leapt up from the small island, and bugled a welcome to the riders.
Down on the island itself, D'vin briefly sheltered the Weyrwoman with his body, deflecting the sheet of sand that swirled up from the green's abrupt launch.
He stood up, draping his light stormcoat over her sleeping form, and looked over at the now-alert Gold, sitting up warily, half-submerged in the cool, clear water.
D'vin had carried the Weyrwoman with him to this empty, nearby island, to get away from the clutter of the main encampment, which sprawled across three islands, bridged by shallow sandbars.
He covered his eyes from the sun, with his hand, and waved with the other, gesturing the riders to the nearby, crystal-clear shallows.
"More riders," he called to the comatose Goldrider. "More riders are here!"
Lying beneath the broad-leafed tree, the Weyrwoman did not stir.
The massive Gold bugled a loud welcome.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 29, 2010 14:56:54 GMT -5
Chalarath, who was still bringing up the rear of the party of dragons, got wind of the other dragons from Mnoranth and passed the news onto her rider.
Others? Maram thought, then looked up just in time to catch sight of green wings up ahead and a golden hide perched on a small island.
It is the one we sensed. Chalarath stated even before Maram could inquire. The island is small.
Maram glanced around from her perch and then saw the other dragons filling the nearby islands and the skies over them.
Chalarath, direct all the others to land on the nearby islands where they can find room. Tell Mnoranth to meet us. We go to seek the Goldrider. Chalarath broadcast the message to the others and Maram watched as the myriad of colors veered off to land on the islands around them.
In a matter of moments, Maram and Chalarath were descending towards the small island with Mnoranth at their side. As Chalarath splashed down into the shallow water, Maram slipped from her dragon's back into the shallows and moved quickly onto the sandy beach. Maram saw one man, alone, on the island. Noone else. Where was the Goldrider? And who was he? She glanced over to R'enh before moving forward.
Chalarath meanwhile had spoken with the other Gold. She is Ralianth. Hers is not well. Maram frowned at those words from Chalarath. If she was not well, then where was she?
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Post by Darvin on Jun 29, 2010 18:35:44 GMT -5
He stepped back, slightly, standing defensively in front of the bundled Goldrider. He held out a warning hand, "Who are you? Where are you from?" The way he stood, the belt knife was clearly visible; A warning gesture. Despite being unshaven, and recently woken, with bloodshot eyes and slightly burnt cheeks, he still cut a very intimidating figure, guarding the woman.
"I am D'vin, of Bronze -" He paused, "... Of Ista Weyr."
The Gold stepped protectively forward onto the beach, her eyes swirling with a muddled mix of colors, seeming unusually sluggish, as if her rider's condition was very strongly affecting her own.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 29, 2010 21:41:03 GMT -5
He thought he recognized the rider in front of him. That he was a rider was evident from his gear.
“Ralianth’s is not well, she seems to be broken and Ralianth is afraid and unhappy.”
His heart was afraid for the Gold and for the woman D’vin obviously protected. But he was puzzled by the man’s reaction.
“She is a gold rider in trouble!” he said “You think we’re going to hurt her?” he asked appalled at the thought. He realized the man was being protective but he was obviously just a little off himself if he thought they would have any intention of harming the woman.
“What happened?” he asked. The shoulder knot told him the rider was from Ista. “We have a group of people already with us from Ista. Do you know T’nev? He’s riding Brown Raeth. He brought a small group with him to join up with us. He’s scouting ahead at the moment.”
Mnoranth reached out to the gold dragon as she came up from the waters, crooning to her and trying to comfort her obvious distress.
“How can we help?” he asked.
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Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Jun 30, 2010 9:30:23 GMT -5
Ceinwen stood looking out at the sky as the blue rider that had brought her to this place flew off on the back on his exquisite dragon. She still had no idea what his name was. They had spent the last week together in virtual silence: him brooding and her pensive. As she watched the pair disappear on the horizon her thoughts turned to the day they had met.
Ceinwen stood in shock as she looked out over the electrified landscape. The ash from the volcanic blast began to drop down, blanketing her in the sticky, smoky flakes. Ceinwen tried to think quickly. There was no way for her to get back to the hold in time. Dousing her scarf in water from a nearby stream, she rang it out and then wrapped it around her head, being sure to cover her nose and mouth. There was a large cave about a mile up the mountain. They had used it in the past, when they were out too late during their collections and needed a place to camp for the night before heading back to the hold. It would get her out of the ash and provide shelter until the cloud passed. Closing up her bags, she slung them over her back, bundled up her coat, pulled her hat down tightly on her head and then began her trek up the side of the mountain. It had taken her a good hour before she reached the summit. The way had been slow do to the massive amount of ash that steadily fell. It was difficult to breathe and to see her way. When the entrance to the cave came into view, she breathed a sigh of relief. As she reached the cave mouth, she was surprised to see that she was not alone in seeking refuge in this place. Her heart began to pound in her chest as she looked upon the massive blue hide of a dragon curled up, in stark contrast, against the cavern wall. Having lived her entire life in hold and hall environments, the world of dragons and their riders were only tales and dreams to Ceinwen. Never, had she been this close in person. Moving slowly along the far wall, with her eyes wide and focused on the massive head of the majestic dragon, she made her way into the cave. As she crept along the rocky wall she noticed that cradled in the front limbs of the great animal was the figure of a man. Ceinwen could only assume that it was the blue’s rider. Both seemed to be resting, as she could clearly make out the rise and fall of their chests. She careened her neck trying to get a better look and stumbled on some rubble that had settled along the base of wall. Taking her eyes of the pair, she struggled to maintain her balance. Once she braced herself, she looked back at them. To her shock, a pair of swirling eyes were looking back at her…
The scream of a man rang through her ears and brought her out of her memories. She turned her head in the direction of the sound, grabbed her bags and quickly made her way toward the young man. Kneeling beside him she looked him over. Grabbing a bandage from her pack, she placed it against his temple and applied pressure hoping to stop the flow of blood. “Are you in pain,” She asked softly. Tag Leatherell, Any |
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 30, 2010 16:25:08 GMT -5
"I am D'vin, of Bronze -Of Ista Weyr."
Maram sensed the minor pause and her eyes flickered to his face, but her attention was quickly drawn to the covered shape that he had backed up to protect.
Her eyes opened wide in shock. Was the Weyrwoman dead? Maram’s mind was whirling. It was Chalarath’s voice that calmed her.
She lives. Ralianth would not be here. She is worried and confused herself.
Regaining some form of control, Maram’s eyes moved over towards the Gold dragon who seemed to be doing her own part to protect her rider. D’vin’s agitation seemed to be making the Gold more upset. Maram let R’enh talk to the rider, her attentions focused on the Goldrider and her dragon.
“Please let us help you both,” Maram implored him, unwilling to risk any of their lives by doing something foolish. She had seen the glint of his knife at his belt.
Ralianth’s thoughts involve loss, fear, distress. They are hard to decipher. Chalarath’s tone was worried for her sister-dragon. Maram could hear her crooning to the other Gold, trying to help calm her.
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Post by tiball on Jun 30, 2010 21:27:55 GMT -5
Tiball had long ago packed away whatever emotional baggage at an early age, even though it was not even close to what some were currently dealing with, and was used to carrying it around with him. Plus, thanks to the fact that they had somewhat more of a warning than the more southern holds, he had suffered far less than most.
Really, he was just bored out of his skull. He didn’t really have anything to do, since he had joined the expedition as simply an able, unharmed body. And he had even less literal baggage than he did emotional baggage: nothing more than the shirt on his back and the shoes on his feet. So he ended up shuffling around camp aimlessly, stuck between wanting to rest while he could and stretching out his stiff legs.
Yeah, he had come by dragon. Wasn’t anything special though, he though sourly. He had been backed onto a brown’s back with a handful of other misfits, and rather missed out in the experience smashed between a hefty miner and his weepy, busty wife. The only thing he remembered vividly was the vicious bite of between.
Tiball shivered at the memory and reassured himself. Once this whole moving thing was over, he’d have a ride proper, he was sure of it.
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Post by nerys on Jun 30, 2010 21:51:06 GMT -5
Nerystimon was once again back to her musings. The rider who had kindly brought her this far had more or less had enough of her and had told her she'd ride with another in the morning. It was hard to even care. She didn't understand the lack of emotional connection, but she knew that she felt very out-of-sorts. That last ride over the water had opened a small rift in the wall that had instinctively gone up inside her after witnessing the destruction of her home.
Being busy helped, but Nerystimon found she was more or less not wanted by the women who were doing the cooking, and her skills were rather lacking in most areas. She had been raised to become the wife of Lord Holder, help run a home, not do regular, menial tasks. She didn't even have a craft that she was good enough at to try and help.
Feeling useless and disheartened Nerystimon left the center of the camp circle, hoping to find a spot that she could slink into unnoticed. She caught sight of the flaxen-haired boy just moments before a rather burly member of the camp, accidentally bumped into her as he carried a heavy load. Nerystimon stumbled and tripped, landing with a bit of a thump onto her hands and knees.
"So sorry," she heard the man mumble as he tried to put down his load to help her. Sitting back on her haunches, she waved him off.
"I'm fine. Really." Nerystimon didn't want to make a fuss, but her right hand smarted from the way it had hit the ground. She already felt as though everyone was watching her, and for once in her life, she wished noone could see her. Without putting her right arm down, Nerystimon moved to try and rise from the ground.
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Post by Darvin on Jun 30, 2010 23:41:26 GMT -5
D'vin stepped back, slightly, and his posture relaxed. The Gold walked up behind D'vin and her own rider, and calmly sat, watching the pair imperiously.
"She's unconscious... Has been since the Weyr collapsed. Raeth?" He looked briefly puzzled, "Yes... I know Raeth." His eyes closed. "K'vyt is dead," he spoke, softly, of the Ista Weyrleader. "I'm not sure how. He was killed in the evacuation, that I know. His went Between. Tael," he gestured to the unconscious Weyrwoman, "fell unconscious not long after. I've fed and clothed her as best I can, but... She needs to wake, eventually." He didn't bother stating the 'or else'.
"We're more than just we three. We have... Most of Weyr and Hold on the other three islands, down the chain. I came here to get away from the crowding," he briefly admitted, and chuckled gruffly. "Well as it seemed to have worked. Is this all of yours?" He looked at the vanguard. "Or are you scouting for more of yours?"
Seeming to accept the pair, he simply dropped into a sitting position with a soft thump, lifting a flask of uncertain contents, and sipping lightly at it. He sighed, quietly, and gestured to the pair. "Sit, if you're so inclined."
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Post by Tobias on Jul 1, 2010 11:36:26 GMT -5
Tobias stretched his aching back. He had been lucky the last few days and nights to not be on dragonback for the majority of the day. Today however, it seemed like they had flown alot, even though they had stopped quite often to rest. Of course he couldn't really complain, he had had the join of spending the day pressed up against Chloe's back.
For once, Tobias found he hadn't disliked riding on a dragon's back nearly as much as he had in the past. He knew it was all about the company. Although the fact that Chloe's green, Alorath, was smaller than the other sizes helped Tobias feel more at ease as well.
One thing was for certain, being in a saddle all day was not as comfortable on certain parts of ones anatomy. He wondered how the riders did it all the time.
Now as night was approaching, Tobias was grateful when Aloranth touched the ground for the evening.
Once his feet were firmly on solid ground, he turned to the green and inclined his head. "Thank you Aloranth." Then, looking over to Chloe he smiled.
"Still want to set up camp together?" There was a gleam in his eye the spoke of things better left unspoken in the company of others.
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Post by Chloe and Alorath on Jul 1, 2010 12:38:23 GMT -5
She felt very happy that Alorath liked him.
“Of course” she said “he made you happy Chloemine!”
“Yes he did” she agreed “he made me very happy. Three times!” she giggled. The wind whipped away the giggle but the warmth of the man was still there against her back.
He’d seemed a little leery at first but then he settled down. Her beautiful green was faster in the sky than the other heavier dragons but on the long haul they had stamina she didn’t. She had to land and rest move frequently than the larger dragons but she caught up each time.
Finally it came time for them to land and she found a spot on the outskirts of the camp where they would have a little privacy. Alorath found a nice patch of sand nearby and hunched down for a nap after the Tanner thanked her for the ride.
"Still want to set up camp together?"
She blushed a little “Yes” she said in a small voice only he could hear. She wasn’t quite sure where this was going for them but he took her places she’d never been before and she had to stay while they tried to figure it out.
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