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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 19, 2010 20:55:13 GMT -5
Maram stood, gazing back to the west. Her heart thumping in her chest as she watched the skies ablaze before her very eyes. She wanted to weep, but she was so bone-weary and tired, she couldn't even muster the strength for tears.
They had flown hard and fast these many days, hoping to outrun the destruction that had been brought upon them by the imminent arrival of the Red Star. Yet, this time, it was not Thread that they feared, but something new, something so much worse. As the days for the Pass grew closer, the skies had begun to light up with strange hurtling objects. Multiple objects had fallen from the sky and pounded the lands of Pern. The meetings with the other Weys and Holds had proven that what Igen had faced they had not faced alone.
Wary of what this new threat would bring, some of the weyrs wanted to wait it out. Maram, however, had had a very bad premonition almost from the moment she had seen the Blazing Red Star appear. Now, for once, she wished her intuition had not been correct.
After countless meetings following the crashing of the strange rocks, Maram had done what many would call unthinkable. She had taken her position as Junior Weyrwoman, defined the will of her Weyrwoman and Weyrleader and left Igen behind. The strange red liquid that they had witnessed just two weeks prior had been the final push for her decision. She had tried to convince the others that her plan to abandon the weyr as the redness crept ever closer and the strange mound of the weyr rumbled with the same tremors they had felt before the other rock had exploded only leagues away, meant that they were not safe.
Maram had even thrown herself to the mercy of all the Weyrleaders and Major Lord Holders by crashing the private meeting that had been called. That had not boded well for her, but she had seen the flicker of doubt in some of their eyes. Finally, she could stand it no longer, she announced that she would leave, find safer ground. Any who wanted could fly with her, and she would take those from the Holds who agreed with her.
That was nearly two sevendays ago, and now, she stood gazing back at the land she had loved all her life with a heavy heart. Around her gathered those who had chosen her path. Dragonriders, holders, craftsmen and any who would heed the call of destruction that the strange craters and oozing red liquid had left in their wake.
She had originally only thought to fly Northwest, perhaps into an empty range in the Telgar region. The South had been no good to them as it had blazed with a strange new fury that seemed to do more harm to the dragons than any threadfight had ever done before. She had watched as those the Weyrleaders had sent had returned broken, bruised, charred and barely breathing. Whatever was happening, Maram knew the only hope was to find a space free of this new monster to survive.
Was she a coward for not standing her ground and remaining with her Weyr or a hero for saving those whom she had? She didn't know, but she felt as though she carried both burdens on her shoulders.
Yet, as they'd flown towards Telgar lands, they had had to veer back to the east to avoid the massive explosions that spewed forth the deadly gases and strange concoctions of burning rock and silvery dust. She had wept those first days when some of her friends had fallen from their injuries. She knew then that this was no joke. Survival was at stake and Maram intended to survive, even if it branded her a coward and a traitor to those she'd left behind.
Chalarath had bugled the call to all dragons and watchwhers she could reach, beckoning them to fly east with them with whatever they could carry. Her few chosen Harper friends sent messages across the lands, hoping to save as many as they could.
Her final hopes had nearly died as they'd reached the eastern shores of the Northern continent, far into the Benden Lands. The destruction had seemed to follow in their wake. This land was no longer safe for man or beast.
They had only one hope. To fly out to the undiscovered east. What many considered a suicide mission. No dragon had yet flown from the Easten shores of Benden to the Western shores of High Reaches and survived. What tales there were seemed to indicate that there was no speck of land in sight and the dragons would not be able to bear such an enduring flight. Yet, what hope did Maram and her new followers have if not the open oceans to the East?
Many had joined them along the journey, increasing their numbers from those who had originally left with her. She prayed that those she'd left behind had stayed safe, but she feared they had perished in the blazing balls of gases and objects that had filled nearly every ounce of sky as far as the eye could see.
'Chalarath, can you hear any others? From back home? Can you tell what has become of the riders from the other weyrs?' Maram implored her dear queen, whose scales gleamed an almost dullish yellow from overwork. She hated to see her Chalarath looking so pale, but they had only been able to stop for short times for fear they would not be able to continue onward again.
No, mine. This strange new enemy makes it impossible for me to hear any who are not within our range of sight. I do not like this, Mine.
Resting her hand on her beautiful Gold, 'Nor I, my sweet. You have done well. Our journey will be over soon.' Maram swallowed down the fear she felt, not wanting Chalarath to detect it. What if the stories were true and there was nothing across the open seas? They would be forced to fly until their strength was gone and then go between to a place where they would never return. It was not a thought she wished to dwell on.
We will not give up without a fight, My Maram. We will fly harder, faster, and stronger than ever before. Look around you. The others believe in you. You have led them this far. We will find them a new home, safe from this new enemy.
Maram nodded, feeling the pressure building behind her eyes, though not allowing herself the chance to cry. Her Chalarath had been so brave, so daring in all this. She could not let her and all the others gathered around her down. They would fight till they found a safe haven, or die trying. There was no turning back now.
She looked towards her future. To the East and saw the throngs of dragons, humans, and beasts milling about the large patch of land. What had begun as a rather small party of only a handful of riders from Igen had grown to such a size as could make a small Weyr and Hold. She hoped she wouldn't let any of them down.
They would fly at dawn. That left them only a few hours to rest and prepare, gather what final things they could and set off for what they hoped would be their new future.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 20, 2010 2:11:55 GMT -5
The fire streaking thought the sky was nothing like the thread they had been expecting. There was no pattern at all it came in unexpectedly like rain in the night. The world shook and trembled. The wall of his weyr cracked and the sands heated.
Suddenly and unexpectedly the Benden Weyrleader and Brath were gone. Their wing had been flying patrol when something plummeted toward them, Mnoranth dodged out of the way but Brath wasn’t quite as quick and took a hit to his right wing. The scream that came from his throat would live forever in R’enh’s memory.
Instinctively Brath flicked between but after the three cough interval expired they still had not returned… they never returned and Mnoranth told him he could no longer sense Brath. They were gone.
By the time they reached the Weyr Sorelle and Sivarith were circling the bowl and the great Queen was keening calling for her mate. They were both devastated and seemed incapable of functioning in her capacity as Weyr woman. The Junior pair tried to manage but they were fighting against an unknown threat and there was nothing in the lore or records to account for an event such as this. His advice to evacuate to the eastern islands fell on deaf ears. They were too proud of their new positions to think about taking advice from a mere Wingleader.
He talked to Sorelle and she agreed to come even though she could barely function. Yet the desired effect was evidenced when many of the weyr and hold decided to go with the aging queen. So they packed up and set out in easy stages bringing crafters and herds along with supplies and records they could carry.
His plan was to take them through the great circle of islands toward the south that seemed less effected than Benden and the holds nearby. There were caves all along the way that he’d explored on his many patrols over the waters of the Great Eastern Sea.
As they flew toward their first hop they passed over another rather large throng on the beach of the sea and below he thought he saw… he had Mnoranth pass the word to land near where the others were encamped.
He hurried to help Sorelle dismount and escort her toward the waiting throng.
“Gold Chalarath welcomes us mine. She bids us to hers.” R’enh was a bit startled by the presence of another Gold when so much of the news lately had been of death and distruction.
“Tell her we come” he bid his lifemate who had lain near the older queen.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 20, 2010 15:57:04 GMT -5
Bronze Mnoranth and his approach. They bring with them others.
Maram looked to the skies and saw wings aloft. Where had they come from? Were they here to join them or try and talk some of the others back?
Maram stood beside Chalarath as she waited for the newcomers to approach. Many of the dragons, riders, and holders were resting in preparation for their coming journey. Yet, not Maram. She worked, plotted, and planned while the others rested, and no matter how hard she tried, her fatigue clearly showed on her face.
They are seeking safety, just as we are. Chalarath told Maram as the dragons dropped from the sky. The flutter of new wings seemed to stir many who had settled in for a short rest.
Tell them to come, Maram asked Chalarath. 'I would like to speak to them'
Mnoranth's is already coming, my love.
Maram waited as the rider and those with him approached.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 20, 2010 17:34:30 GMT -5
His approach to the others was slowed from his normal stride by the company of the queenrider. She was encumbered by her grief and not fully functioning. He reached his arm around to support her as they walked toward a small hill atop the dunes. He could see a woman standing there surveying the area. An as they approached the large gold slept behind her on the grass. A giant eye opened and he released Sorelle long enough to bow to the Gold Queen.
Turning to the woman he smiled. “I am R’enh of Bronze Mnoranth, Wingleader of Benden Weyr.” He indicated the woman next to him whos attention seemed to fallow the birds and not alight on their conversation in the least. “This is Sorelle, Senior Weyrwoman of Benden Weyr.” He put his arm around her again protectively.
“They have recently lost their mates and are quite lost.” His eyes showed his protective defense of the woman and her equally grieving dragon. “She has agreed to come with us and thus more have joined than I would have hoped for otherwise.”
Suddenly she looked up at him with tears in her eyes “Have you seen Brath, he should be here, but we've called and called. He doesn't answer!” She scanned the skies and R’enh just looked at Chalarath’s rider unable to hide the pain in his eyes for this once capable and strong woman.
"I know Sorelle, we're looking for him." he said and pulled stray hair out of her eyes. Then looking at the other queenrider simply gave a small shake of his head.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 20, 2010 18:59:14 GMT -5
Maram watched the pair approach slowly. Her curiosity was piqued. They must have been mates, from the way the man seemed to cradle the woman. Something about the woman looked slightly familiar, but she couldn't quite place her.
"Maram of Gold Chalarath. I was the junior weyrwoman at Igen Weyr," Maram said in reply to his introductions.
"Sorelle!" Maram said with a bit of surprise. She was shocked and pleased that a Senior Weyrwoman seemed to have the same idea that she did. Yet, as Maram listened to R'enh speak and watched the woman, she soon realized that what was once a strong and powerful woman, was now naught but a shell of her former self.
Her heart ached in sympathy.
"We are pleased to have both of you joining us. R'enh," she nodded in his direction, "Sorelle. You honor us with your presence." Yet rather than responding to her words, Sorelle seemed to scan the skies and then called out for her mate. Maram's gaze flew to R'enh's wondering what was going on. The look she saw there, told her buckets of truth. Sorelle was not herself, perhaps never would be again. She had lost her mate, yet still held out hope. Maram swallowed past the lump in her throat.
"Sorelle, we will help as well," she spoke quietly, darting a look to R'enh, her eyes speaking words she couldn't say in front of the clearly distraught Goldrider. Then, turning more to R'enh, Maram gave him a short tale of her own travels. "The skies have been alight for days now. The west is nearly impassable. We had no choice but to fly east. Chalarath has informed me that she cannot reach any dragons beyond those in very close proximity. This new threat seems so much worse than the Thread we expected." Maram's shoulders dropped slightly. She was exhausted, but knew she could not stop.
"We had hopes to fly over the oceans at dawn, to find somewhere, anywhere safe from these strange monsters that now fill the sky."
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 20, 2010 21:07:53 GMT -5
"The skies have been alight for days now. The west is nearly impassable. We had no choice but to fly east. Chalarath has informed me that she cannot reach any dragons beyond those in very close proximity. This new threat seems so much worse than the Thread we expected."
He relayed that to his dragon who chuckled at him “Chalarath has already informed us.”
She looked exhausted and yet she continued to plan. If they’d come from Igen today, it had to have been a hell of a trip. He’d only come from Benden and was in much better condition.
"We had hopes to fly over the oceans at dawn, to find somewhere, anywhere safe from these strange monsters that now fill the sky."
He shook his head. “That would be next to impossible other than for the largest dragons, greens and probably most blues probably wouldn’t make it all the way.” He’d flown enough patrols out here to know. “I’ve flown this section of ocean and it’s a very long flight to the first island in the chain. I thought about this and Mnoranth and I can take the first leg then once we’re there, come back between and take everyone through that way to the first stop. If you can organize the transfer there the island is plenty big enough for this group and any more than join later.” He took a deep breath and smiled.
“After that we island hop to the south in a large curve that will take us to a large island that is rumored to exist there. As long as we don’t do it in one huge push we should be able to move everyone and avoid injuries, though I daresay the herd beasts may not appreciate the trip.”
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 20, 2010 21:24:00 GMT -5
“That would be next to impossible other than for the largest dragons, greens and probably most blues probably wouldn’t make it all the way.”
Maram's hopes fell and her body language showed it. Then, there was no hope. She had led these people to their death. For a moment, she wanted to simply collapse on the ground and weep. She had failed them all.
"Mnoranth and I can take the first leg then once we’re there, come back between and take everyone through that way to the first stop. If you can organize the transfer there the island is plenty big enough for this group and any more than join later.”
Her gaze lifted to his once more, a flicker of hope showing again.
"I can organize the transfer, but," Maram glanced to Sorelle, biting her lip before she edged closer to R'enh and added in a quieter tone. "We have not chanced between in days. Many of our dear friends have seemingly vanished on their attempts. The one that did return to us stated that the images of the skies are in constant flux and it was difficult for them to find their way back to us." Maram raked her teeth across her bottom lip as she thought.
Chalarath, do you think if you focus only on Mnoranth, you might be able to hear him, even at a greater distance? That way you can relay images of the skies above us as they change?
Maram could hear the gold pondering the thought.
Mnoranth and I think it might be possible. We will try it. He has agreed.
Turning back to R'enh, Maram spoke again. "Chalarath will try to keep a link between herself and Mnoranth. That way we can give you the exact image you will need to return." Maram was still worried, but she didn't know what other choice they would have.
"I can have everyone else ready to go as soon as you leave. Then, we will wait for your return. Perhaps we won't even need the large island you speak of. If the first island is large enough to hold us all, can we remain there?" Maram had no idea the size of any of the islands, as this was an area she had never ventured into. "We could try the Southern continent. Though I have heard that it, too, is not safe, though few have dared to venture there in hundreds of turns."
Maram reached a hand up to tuck her hair behind her ears. It had come loose from the thong she had used to tie it back for flight. "I can stay with Sorelle and Sivarith until you return." Maram wondered if perhaps he had an eye on the aging queenrider. She knew it was none of her concern, but somehow she found the idea less than ideal. She was simply tired. That was all, and she had a long task ahead of her still.
Then, suddenly as if the ground itself agreed with her, a tremor rocked the surface, causing her to stumble and nearly lose her balance. She could hear the shouts of dismay coming from those gathered on the open plain.
"I fear time is more of the essence than I realized," she stated as she looked at R'enh with a mixture of anxiety, determination, and understanding. Could they have come all this way only to lose the battle now? Maram straightened her spine. She would not allow that, not if she still had a breath left in her. She would fight for the others even if it destroyed her in the process. It was her duty as a goldrider to lead when called upon and she would lead them all into whatever the future might hold.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 20, 2010 22:08:03 GMT -5
He looked at the Weyrwoman a bit stunned. He hadn’t heard of the issues with going between. This was new information.
“We think it is possible to keep a strong link mine. Strong enough to focus us back when the time comes.” He seemed quite confident.
"I can have everyone else ready to go as soon as you leave. Then, we will wait for your return. Perhaps we won't even need the large island you speak of. If the first island is large enough to hold us all, can we remain there?"
He shook his head. “It is large enough to land the party but not enough to sustain us for any length of time. Southern is also off limits for several reasons. There are life forms there that carry disease. We can land briefly but not for any length of time. The large one is our best shot. From there we can reach Tillek and see if there are any survivors to bring back with us.”
The sheer immensity of the task in front of them began to dawn on him as he looked at her. At Maram’s offer he took Sorelle’s hand and pulled her toward the other woman yet she seemed to cling to him and he looked at her helplessly.
“Do you have another bronzerider here? Mnoranths presence seems to calm them. Perhaps even a weyrling?” it was all he could think of in the circumstance.
"I fear time is more of the essence than I realized,"
He felt his great bronze coming toward them and placing Sorelle’s hand in the other woman’s. “We’ll keep in touch and hopefully have some news for you in a few hours."
With that he turned and vaulted up onto the Bronze’s leg and scrambled into his seat atop the great neck. His intense gaze took in both of them and the queens he was determined to save.
He nodded once and touched his forehead in salute before they jumped into the air and beat toward the east in the diminishing light. The moons rose and they settled into a strong sweep and glide, taking advantage of every draft possible.
R’enh and Manoranth raced across the great sea in a bid to save what they could of Pern.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 20, 2010 22:27:36 GMT -5
As soon as the bronzerider took the skies, Maram had Chalarath call over another bronze who had joined the party. He was young, but hopefully he and his dragon would give the poor goldrider and hers some relief.
"Sorelle. I'm going to leave you with T'amid for a short while. I'll be right over there," Maram pointed to the center of the encampment they had created. "If you need anything, T'amid knows how to reach me."
She watched as Sorelle turned her almost unseeing gaze towards Maram. "Thank you, young one. I will be safe with Brath's wingsecond here." She patted the young rider's hand who looked questioningly to Maram. Maram simply nodded and had Chalarath relay that she wanted him to pretend whatever it took to keep Sorelle safe and happy. When he nodded, Maram knew he would do as she asked.
Heading towards the center of the encampment, she met with the riders whom Chalarath had summoned. She gave each their individual task, whom they needed to take with them, what provisions and supplies they still needed to try and forage. Each was assigned to lead a group of others so that the jumps would be successful.
Chalarath, can you still hear Mnoranth? Maram asked when she returned hours later just as the dawn sky was breaking. She hadn't slept a wink. With a sigh, she slide down Chalarath's side for just a moment's peace.
Yes, mine. He is faint, but I can hear him. I have had to block out all others to do so. You must rest, mine. You are tired.
'I know, sweet Chalarath, I know. But I haven't had time to rest. You look a bit better though, since we stopped here.'
I am more rested, yes. I long for you to rub my hide with the sweet sands of the Igen pools. I am not as bright as have been.
Maram could hear the disappointment in Chalarath's tone. She turned her cheek to rest on the golden hide as she rubbed her hand against her true soul-mate. 'I promise you the best rub-down, oiling, and soak of your dreams, my sweet Chalarath. Once all this has passed.'
Maram sighed, even as her eyes dropped closed.
Rest mine. I fear our fight is not over yet.
As Maram slept against Chalarath's side, the dragon stayed ever vigilant touching her mind to Mnoranth's from time to time and sending him the image he would need to return with ease.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 21, 2010 1:14:21 GMT -5
They flew on and on as the moons of Pern hurtled through the sky. The strength of the great bronze did not falter. The strong sweep of his wings beat against the night, beat against the tragedy, beat against the rain of fire and the coming thread. His heart kept time and his mind busy with plans to save and then somehow protect the ones that were saved.
Not soon enough for his liking the dawn sisters sparked the sky and soon after the red star rose over the horizon but with no star stone he had no way to gauge the state of the fall. Foreboding flooded his mind at the same time as the first rays of sun peaked over the horizon to touch…. LAND!
An amazing cliff face rose up out of the water and then the balance of the island sloped away in all directions. They circled the island before landing on the top of the cliff. There was a fine sandy beach below and he could hear beasts in the forest behind him so he jumped from the dragon’s back for he seemed dull.
“Go, hunt my friend. Find yourself a nice fat wherry or two.” He said, we’re going to need our strength. He pulled the bag open he’d brought and muched on a meatroll while he watched the sun rise.
“We must return soon" said Mnoranth his voice tinged with worry. Dispite how tired they both were he nodded and stood once the dragon was finished with his light snack.
He climbed back into his seat and they flew up to the proper height and marked the picture carefully.
Mnoranth called to the Golden Chalaranth “I come to you. “ he said into their tenuous link. The picture formed in his mind and with a snap of imploding air they went between.
The piercing cold of between knifed at him for the space of time it would take to cough three times. Then they suddenly burst into view above the group of waiting people, dragons, and beasts.
He was quite relieved to see the two gold queens arranged near a young bronze. Mnoranth seemed surprised at his relief, he'd held no doubts of his ability to find the queen dragons again.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 21, 2010 8:49:25 GMT -5
Mnoranth and his come, mine.
Maram heard Chalarath's words like a breath of air in her mind. Her eyes flickered opened and it took her a few moments to register where she was. Shaking away the last vestiges of her nap, Maram rose.
'Chalarath, call the ones we spoke with earlier and tell them the time is here.'
They are ready. Came the reply.
Maram send her approval to Chalarath as she moved towards Sorelle who had been resting with young T'amid. R'enh would find them soon enough and tell them of his discovery.
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Post by Tobias on Jun 21, 2010 12:20:12 GMT -5
This was not how Tobias had expected to spend his days. He pushed off the hard ground he'd been sleeping on just as the morning light filtered down onto the resting figures.
One thing was for certain, Tobias would be very glad when he got himself a permanent home back on solid land. Traveling by dragon was not the way Tobias would have preferred to do things, but as he'd watched the skies blaze with this new, hot, enemy, he'd known there was no other choice.
Stretching out his muscles, he made his way over to the heart of the camp. Some of the others had set up makeshift stations for feeding and for seeing to various other needs. Tobias' group had been here for the past 3 days and in that time he'd helped repair whatever wher-hide riding suits he could as well as other clothing for those who needed it. He missed the time he had had to devote to the creation of new items, but he knew that the job he was doing now was even more important.
He glanced up as a rather determined looking rider seemed to make his way to the spot where the two giant queens rested. Two? Tobias did a double-take. There had only been one the night before, perhaps others had decided to join them. That was a good and a bad sign all at the same time. It was good to have others to support what they were doing, but it must mean that the signs around the planet were growing increasingly more frightening.
Tobias was soon approached by the blue rider he had gotten to know in recent days.
"Master Tobias," the rider spoke. Tobias shook his hand as though to dismiss the words.
"I told ya to just call me Tobias," he replied.
"Right," the blue rider grinned. He was young, that much was clear, but he had done all he could to help the evacuees over the past days. "We've been asked to pack up. We leave as soon as we receive word. We're making for a new home, an island in the middle of the ocean somewhere."
Tobias blinked, surprised, but didn't argue. "I'll be ready in a jiff," he replied. Then, he began to pack up the supplies he he had been using. It didn't take him long. Tobias was soon ready to go. Now, they just waited on the word that the time had arrived.
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Post by Lilia on Jun 21, 2010 20:43:12 GMT -5
She'd seen the familiar shape of the Bronze dragon drop from the sky accompanied by a gold and the best part of his wing. Her green riding friend had dropped them off and then gone back for someone else.
She set up a small area for herself and Renhick, although her warnings about his wandering around fell on deaf ears. He'd already made friends with a couple of other boys and they were dashing from place to place for all the world like this was some sort of Gather.
"Just sing a high note Mother, I'll hear you." he'd smiled before he ran off.
She chuckled and sat a stool near the fire, then pulling out her harp began to strum and sing. Soon she was joined by a couple of others who brought drums and a woodflute. Together she merrily led them through several lively toons and soon they were surrounded by people and dancing started.
R'enh never came to the sound of her singing and she knew he must have greater things on his mind. Yet he had thought of her and his son and gotten them out of danger. She would be forever greatful for his provision. The shadows grew and as she sang a ballad, she saw his giant bronze take off into the night and straight off over the sea. Only her training kept her from faltering as her eyes followed until there was nothing left of him to see.
In the soft morning light she saw two Gold dragons by the shore, oh that was a good sign. She decided to keep notes on what was happening for a new ballad someday.
Suddenly they popped into being high in the sky above and many dragon throats bugled their welcome. He was back safely!
She stood at the top of a small hill and she felt her son come to stand next to her.
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Post by talon on Jun 21, 2010 23:06:00 GMT -5
They had been traveling for days now, with the heat of the fire fast at their backs. The refugees from Ista Weyr traveling with T’nev were not many. He hoped against all that was rational that some others had fled before the monstrous eruption. For with him…were not twenty dragonriders…and as far as holders, weyrfolk, and crafters went…well…there were less of them then there were dragons. Not many had believed the young brown rider when he pleaded with them to flee. They thought he was crazy and stuck by their Weyrleaders as they had done for years. T’nev had tried to speak with the Weyrwoman, and Raeth had gone so far as to speak with her gold even after she had expressed her displeasure. But then the Weyr had completely disregared everything he had said, Ista Weyr was in love with its tropical home, and they weren’t about to leave it without a fight. T’nev simply knew better than them, that there was no fighting this new threat. The only way to win was to survive.
So he came to they came to the coast, and from afar Raeth spotted something he had dared not hope for. Glittering golden hides glimmering underneath the early light of the dawn sisters. Raeth’s eyes jumped to a bright green, filled with joy and happiness at the sight of not one, but two queens. The dark brown dragon could not help but bugle his call from afar. Though his body was sore and his wings grew heavy his call to the queens was crisp and clear, a deep throated voice that carried across to the shore. Those dragons following behind the brown were practically asleep on the wing, and snapped to attention at the sound of Raeth’s voice. Immediately they spotted the queens and responded with their own eager tones. There was hope again! Here on the edge of disaster there glittered gold!
I am brown Raeth from Ista Weyr, with me are a bronze, two brown, and several blue and green.[/color]
His mind implored that of the young queen Chalarath, hoping that she would welcome them and not be angry with him. T’nev could not help but grin; now the greens and blues would make it. Already he could tell the dragons behind were filled with new strength, for the end was in sight. There was hope for safety and a new Weyr, they could rebuild if there were queens! However, T’nev still felt hesitant. For all he knew these folk were stuck here at the edge of nowhere…while everywhere else burned. Soon enough the fires would come even here. And what then? Could they go across the see?
Do not worry mine. There are two queens, though one is ill, we have a chance.[/color]
So, after checking on those traveling with them Raeth speed ahead, his strong wings still able to take advantage of the currents around him as he quickly covered the ground to the camp. T’nev and Raeth wanted to arrive shortly before the others, so that they could better explain the situation and hopefully be accepted by the group. However, they had no idea who was in charge. And Raeth wished to be polite to the queens so he did not bother them with questions. Instead he implored the minds of some blues, hoping that they would provide some information.
Blue Koroth says that Maram is Chalarath’s. She leads the effort with Mnorath’s R’enh.[/color] Tell Koroth we are going to see Maram. The others with us will land at the outskirts.
Raeth snorted in answer, quickly relaying his T’nev’s words. Then he veered to the side, quickly changing direction so that he was flying straight towards the gold Chalarath. As he flew low over the ranks of weyrfolk and holders Raeth had to check his speed and quickly slowed down, his muscles complaining from the effort as his sprint became a leisurely walk. Just in time to land gently near the large gold. Raeth’s hide appeared black next to the gleaming gold, his large frame diminished by the queen’s superior size. Yet…she somehow seemed more graceful…Raeth wasn’t sure how, but she was beautiful. T’nev wasted no time and quickly unstrapped his legs from the saddle, using Raeth’s leg he climbed down with an efficiency and speed only practice can bring. He had been riding for too long, and he stumbled slightly, catching himself by leaning on Raeth as his cramped legs remembered how to walk. This was a normal feeling for one accustomed to riding and in a few seconds he was steady in his walk as he approached Maram.
“T’nev of Ista Weyr.”
Just an introduction right now, he wouldn’t be rude and start spouting all his problems.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 22, 2010 8:51:17 GMT -5
Mnoranth spiraled down toward the waiting throng that seemed to have grown overnight. He was overjoyed to see what appeared to be another partial wing also landing near by. The greens and blues nearly ashen with fatigue.
He shook his head knowing what would be demanded this day. He would try to make sure all he could save would survive to the island he’d found and there they would be able to rest a few days before they had to move again.. It was broad and full of game so the dragons would be able to easily feed and replenish their strength.
He dismounted and started toward where he’d left Maram but instead he saw Lilia. He smiled trotting up the hill and approached her. He was happy to see they’d come with the rider he’d sent. He hadn’t been able to retrieve them personally and from the look on her face he knew she understood. He kissed her cheek then ruffled Renhick’s hair which he immediately protested.
“I’m sorry” he said “I have to…” he pointed toward where Mnoranth told him Maram stood. “Let me know if you need anything.” And with that he turned and jogged off to find the gold rider.
“I have given Chalarath the picture of where we go. She wishes to take the trip with us first to check.”
“NO,” he yelled as he walked up to Maram. “Tell her no, you will not go first.” He was angry that the gold pair would think such a thing they were infinitely precious to all of dragon kind and he would not risk their loss. There was no telling if there was another gold other than Sivarith left alive on all of pern.
“T’nev of Ista Weyr.”
“Well met T’nev” he said reaching out a hand and then in a more reasonable tone he told her. “We don’t know the full situation and Chalarath is too valuable to risk.” His face was implacable and he only hoped she would get the full impact of what had happened.
“T’nev will come with me. We will check the coordinates and come back again for the first wave.” He nodded to the younger rider. “You and Chalarath will wait here until the first wave has successfully crossed.”
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