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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 22, 2010 11:04:10 GMT -5
Riders from Ista approach. Brown Raeth and his bring a small group with them. They approach.
Thank you Chalarath. I look forward to meeting them. Tell R'enh that we want to go with him to see the island. Maram had seen the dragons like tiny specks in the sky as they had approached. She noted that they landed on the outskirts of the group.
Even as the Brownrider approached and introduced himself, R'enh seemed to almost storm up behind him.
Ignoring R'enh's little outburst for the moment, Maram turned to the new arrival. "T'nev, welcome. We are glad you have come. Tell those with you to make themselves at home among the others. We have all come from many places, joined together in this struggle against the burning enemy." Then, looking to R'enh for a moment, she turned back to T'nev. She continued speaking. "R'enh, here has scouted out our first stop as we are aiming to make from a large island that is rumored to be in the midst of the sea."
Through all of this, Maram had managed to keep her calm, even though Chalarath was bristling in her mind. The gold had already bugled her dislike of the situation to bronze Mnoranth.
"If you'll excuse us just a moment," Maram said to T'nev, grabbing R'enh's rather well muscled arm and trying to force him to step aside for a moment with her. He complied, for else she would never have managed to move the mountain of his bulk.
"Chalarath and I have been leading this fight for days now. How dare you come in here and tell me what we can and can't do," Maram hissed at the bronzerider. It had seemed like a great plan to send him on ahead, but now he was acting as though he should have the right to order her around. Well, Maram did not take well to that. Her tone was loud enough that those around them could easily here the conversation.
"Chalarath and I are more than capable of making this flight and you know it, by the shards, we are not incompetent." Maram's hands had found themselves fisted at her hips. For once, she had taken complete and total control of her destiny when she had left Igen Weyr behind, and now another was trying to assert his power over her. It did not sit well with Maram or Chalarath who grumbled a low sound in her throat as she felt Maram's anger.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 22, 2010 11:23:24 GMT -5
He allowed her to drag him to the side so she could voice her frustration semi privately.
"Chalarath and I have been leading this fight for days now. How dare you come in here and tell me what we can and can't do,"
He bent down slightly and looked directly into her eyes. "look around you woman." he spat. "How many queens do you see?" his heart was pounding with anger and he could feel the feedback from the protective Mnoranth.
"How many queens does Chalarath hear?" he was tired he knew yet he was throwing caution to the winds. "I see two, one of whom may never rise again. Mnoranth hears NO QUEENS but these two before us."
"Chalarath and I are more than capable of making this flight and you know it, by the shards, we are not incompetent."
He put his hands on her shoulders and continued in a more reasonable tone. "You and Chalarath are more valuable than all the rest of us put together. Please.." he begged her. "I do not doubt your capabilities at all. Just… let us make sure the way is safe and secured before we risk something more precious than anything since Faranth herself."
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Post by talon on Jun 22, 2010 14:30:58 GMT -5
Apparently he had stepped into a fight between the leading gold and bronze. Even as he approached Maram to introduce himself the man Raeth pointed out as Mnoranth’s came up from behind and yelled at the gold. So this was R’enh, the bronze rider helping to lead the effort. At first T’nev was angry that this man was speaking to a gold rider like that, most of his frustration stemming from Raeth as the brown grew protective of Chalarath. His dragon didn’t like the way this man spoke to the queen’s rider, but his frustration quickly died as understanding came to T’nev. The situation was not that difficult to deduce. Koroth had already told Raeth about Mnoranth’s flight out to the first island and the vast migration they were all about to undertake yet again. It seemed that the gold dragon and her rider wanted to go out to the island first…and that seemed foolish. T’nev had witnessed the stubbornness of queens, and he knew all too well of the destruction their pride could bring. He had to agree with R’enh on this matter. There was no need to send the queen out first. Raeth became extremely hesistant as well, and ruffled his wings in worry. Chalarath could not be hurt; she was the only fit queen he knew of. What would the dragons do if something happened to her?
T’nev shoke R’enh’s hand, his countenance serious and nodded, not having the time to reply before the bronze rider rounded on Maram again. Once again T’nev believed the older man spoke reason, they simply could not risk Chalarath. Hearing his name he looked to R’enh as he offered a different option, send T’nev. The brownrider was pleased with that idea, and Raeth’s mind hummed with satisfaction. The dark dragon would prefer to take on this mission if it meant the queen would remain safe. T’nev nodded at R’enh, and sent a serious look towards Maram.
“Raeth and I will accompany R’enh and Mnoranth. It would put the minds of many at ease if they knew Chalarath was kept safe.”
Then Maram turned her attention to him, and he nodded in reply. Apparantly not all those gathered here were from the same hold. His group from Ista Weyr would be pleased to hear they were welcome. Already the group was landing at the outskirts of the group. The dragons welcomed the ground beneath their feet and felt their wings drop from exhaustion, but they had made it to a safe place…for now. What truly gave the group hope was the sight of bright young Chalarath, and Raeth. Without further pause the brown dragon let those they had brought here know they were welcome. The tired dragons responded gratefully, while T’nev watched Maram pull R’enh aside. He did his best to be polite, but they weren’t talking so quietly and their voices carried. Raeth himself was curious as to what they might be saying. The dragon could feel the queen’s frustration towards bronze Mnoranth, but the brown could not help but worry about the gold’s safety.
Chalarath should stay here until the way is known to be safe. We should simply head out mine.[/color]
T’nev turned to look up at his. The young man grinned slightly, he would have liked to head out right then and there…but he wasn’t sure if Raeth was fit for such flight and he didn’t know the way like R’enh would.
We will go with Mnoranth and his R’enh. Are strong enough for this again? Mnoranth is the largest bronze I have ever seen. Your Raeth is no quickly tiring green or blue…Raeth can keep up with bronze[/i]
T’nev nodded, letting love flow through his mind to the dragon. Raeth was indeed strong and fast for a brown, but that was comparing to normal bronzes, Mnoranth was a different story altogether. Besides that Raeth had been flying for a very long time over several days with only short rests. T’nev was surprised the brown had not collapsed into sleep yet. But the brown’s confidence in his mind remained strong and T’nev had faith in his Raeth to be able to press on. Especially if it was the safety of a queen.
The pair waited in silence, waiting to see the outcome of the squabble between R’enh and Maram. Had this been happening back at Ista Weyr they would have interjected, tried to reason with the queen. But right now they felt like guests simply trying to help out riders that had already flown together. No, T’nev would let R’enh reason with the queen, the older rider seemed more experienced in the matter.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jun 22, 2010 14:45:53 GMT -5
B'lor felt like he had been flying for days. This was no pleasure journey. Gliding with Imahyth on a warm summer night, that had been fun. This was not fun. It was undignified and tiresome, and it gave him entirely too much time to dwell on his losses. First Carilla, and then his extended family. They were fools for not wanting to come with him. But they had always been wary of dragonriders. Now they were paying for it.
You are getting too grumpy,[/color] Imahyth said disapprovingly. B'lor sighed and patted his dragon's neck. At least he still had Imahyth, and his son. Lorcan was riding with a greenrider at the moment. A decision that B'lor had not been happy about, but he needed to concentrate on watching all the riders, making sure everyone was all right. Maybe the greenrider reminded the boy of his mother, too.
B'lor was almost dozing off when the other dragons appeared on the horizon. Imahyth bugled, partly in greeting and partly because he was so happy to see the others. He bespoke the Queen, Chalarath. Greetings, Chalarath. I am Imahyth, and my rider is B'lor. We bring a small group of riders from Fort, and some weyrfolk,[/color] he informed her.
Privately, to his rider, he added I believe we may have arrived at an awkward time.[/color]
B'lor sighed. I don't care! Land. I'm tired and so is everyone else. Imahyth agreed and veered downwards, landing a respectful distance from the other dragons. His followers alighted nearby, clearly relieved to be at rest.
B'lor removed his helmet, shaking out his blond hair. He waved to the Weyrwoman and her companions, a weary grin on his face. "Am I interrupting something?" He called, rather rudely. But long, straight-flying journeys did not lend themselves to courtesy.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 22, 2010 15:24:56 GMT -5
Maram bristled at R’enh’s tone. She was a goldrider, not some silly little weyrbrat.
"How many queens does Chalarath hear?"
His words made sense and she knew it, but she was feeling a bit stubborn as he treated her almost like a child in her mind. Hadn’t she convinced the Igens to come with her, found safety for them when they needed it?
Mine, Mnoranth is right. Even Raeth agrees. Maram could hear the grumble in Chalarath’s tone, but it was clear the two stunning male dragons had managed to soothe her desire to showcase her own abilities. We will be needed soon, Mine. Soon. Maram turned and looked at her gold. Something in the dragon’s tone had given her pause. Was it approaching such a time again? Maram had lost track of how much time had passed, but the slight tinge to Chalarath’s hide indicated that she might, in fact, be getting close to rising.
“Raeth and I will accompany R’enh and Mnoranth. It would put the minds of many at ease if they knew Chalarath was kept safe.”
Maram looked back at the brown rider, inching back towards him with R’enh still at her side.
“Alright. Chalarath and I will remain here. Once you have verified that the coordinates are in fact safe for all to travel, I will gather the wings, supplies and people into groups. I think it would be best if we didn’t all jump at once.” Maram looked at R’enh with a bit of an ‘oh fine, you win, look,” then turned a more pleasant look back to the brownrider.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Maram looked to the new arrival, slightly displeased by his tone, but she put on a smile and welcoming attitude none-the-less. They needed every dragon and rider they could get if they were to survive. “Not at all. We are preparing for the first leg of our journey to what we hope will be our new home. All are welcome. We are glad you are here.”
Imahyth says they come from Fort. A small grouping, just as the rest of us are. They are tired.
Share with them the plan and tell them to rest. I’ll organize them into the last grouping so they have time to regain their strength before the first jump.
Just as Maram finished sharing her thoughts with Chalarath, the ground beneath their feet rumbled again. She looked to the three male riders around her with a glimmer of alarm evident in her face.
“Things are not good here,” was all she managed to say, before another hand reached for hers.
“Why does the ground shake? Where is my Brath? Oh, R’enh, did you find him?” Sorelle had clasped Maram’s hand as her slightly glazed eyes almost pleaded with R’enh. Maram saw standing behind the grief-stricken goldrider the young bronzerider she had assigned to stay with her. He shrugged, his way of saying he hadn’t known what else to do. He was so young. Just out of the weyrling stage, she couldn’t fault him.
“It will be alright, Sorelle. Here look, other riders are here to help us. T’nev,” she inclined her head towards the brownrider, “and…” Maram’s voice trailed off as she realized she had not asked the new arrival his name. B’lor, came the quiet, even tone of Chalarath. “and B’lor, another bronzerider.” Maram watched as the queen turned to look at B’lor, hardly pausing over T’nev. Maram wanted to explain the oversight, but knew that now was not the time.
“Sorelle, why don’t we go back to the nice warm spot beside the dragons. T’amid can stay with you.” Sorelle was shaking her head no as she clung to Maram’s hand.
“No, I want to stay with you.” She looked at Maram, at R’enh, at B’lor and finally at T’nev. “I don’t want to be alone,” she whispered on a half-sob. Maram’s heart ached for the older queenrider. She covered her hand with hers and patted it gently, before looking up to the others.
“You get on with the mission. Sorelle and I will make sure the first wing is ready to go when you return.”
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Post by Tobias on Jun 22, 2010 17:21:04 GMT -5
Tobias had already packed up his make-shift tent, and was simply waiting for the word as to what he was expected to do. He had kept out some of his more basic tools and leather strips to help the riders who might need a hand with repairs.
Since he was waiting, he took the time to mingle among the riders, those who had been there and those who had just arrived, offering his help where he could.
"Your strap has snapped? Hmmm," Tobias said to one rider. He knew he didn't have the best tanned hides he would like to have for the job, but he did have something that would work until a better strap could be fashioned. After returning to his pile of hides, which had quickly dwindled over the journey, he grabbed the piece he needed and went back to the pair. They were very thankful for his help. Tobias simply grinned before moving on to see if any other dragons and riders were in need of the help of a tanner.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 22, 2010 17:31:16 GMT -5
Mnoranth was very protective and antsy about Chalarath and while he hadn't examined the gold closely he didn't understand why the bronze was acting the way he was. It had probably contributed to his own snappy mood along with the fatigue.
"She will stay until we are certain of her safety mine"
About that moment the words came out of the gold riders mouth and took a load off his mind. Even with her exasperated 'you win' look. He chuckled to himself when she turned to speak more cordially to the brownrider.
He just loved the games women played… not really.
"Am I interrupting something?"
He welcomed the arrival with a smile and thought ' oh not at all we just finally got through to our beautiful queen that she can't risk herself right now.' for that he was sincerely thankful.
She was obviously working hard to get everything organized it was only on this one point that he had any issues with her plans at all.
At the sudden rumble he clapped T'nev on the shoulder. "Let's go" he said and was turning away when Sorelle arrived looking again for her Weyrmate, but Benden Weyrleader N'lon and Brath had been lost between after they'd taken a firestrike from the sky. From that point forward both Sorelle and Sivarath were out of touch with reality.
There was no way they would be left behind. He had sworn to himself to protect and care for them both as long as needed. He looked at Maram who was trying to help and leaned in to her ear as though he were taking his leave of a weyrmate. "Give her something to do, something to take her mind off the loss and feel needed… Please" he whispered before kissing her cheek
“You get on with the mission. Sorelle and I will make sure the first wing is ready to go when you return.”
He nodded with greatful eyes. "We'll need more than one trip to get everyone acoss, the best rested will have to make multiple trips" and then the first genuine crooked smile lit his face "except you of course."
He turned and jogged toward the big bronze coming to meet him. He buttoned up his leathers and together they vaulted into the sky his mind fixing the place and his giant Bronze communicating the image to their companion with long practiced ease of an experienced wingleader. Mnoranth bugled to the queens before they snapped /between/.
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Post by talon on Jun 22, 2010 18:44:12 GMT -5
Happiness flooded T’nev’s mind as Raeth’s joy over the safety of the queen overflowed. At times the brownrider thought it strange how quickly dragons could attach themselves to a gold, it was surprising the amount of care they had for them. Raeth was not a dragon accustomed to worry; he was a calm and level-headed creature. However, the thought of a queen in danger irritated and frustrated the large brown. He had not found a green he was particularly fond of, and T’nev had yet to find anyone he could consider a weyrmate, but he imagined this amount of worry and care would go into such a relationship. It was just strange that Raeth could have feelings like this for any queen, T’nev remembered his dragon’s grief over leaving Ralianth back in Ista Weyr. That feeling of protectiveness for a gold was simply coming back. There was nothing different between Chalaranth and Ralianth however. The care Raeth felt for them was of the same nature.
You will not give chase? Many say a brown could never catch a gold, but I think things might be different for my Raeth.
Perhaps it would be different…but not when Mnoranth gives chase with heart.[/color]
T’nev turned to look at the large brown, and couldn’t help but grin. The dragon had looked agitated while arguing with the gold and now the creature’s eyes seemed to glow with relief. Mnoranth would give chase when Chalaranth rose…and the wind itself would be hard-pressed to keep up with such a grand bronze. The brownrider quickly turned his attention back to Maram as her gaze landed on him. So they would verify coordinates, make sure the way was safe for travel. It was really Maram that had the difficult job. T’nev would work with R’ehn and that would be simple. She had to gather all the wings and supplies that included dragons, weyrfolk, holders…crafters. The brownrider did not envy her job. No it would be much better to fly.
Raeth let those that came with us from Ista know of the plan, and let them know I travel between with R’ehn and Mnoranth to secure the way. They are to obey what Maram says and get organized for travel again.
His friends had seen enough trouble; it was time to get off the mainland. The excitement from the dragons, especially his Raeth, could be felt. They were used to islands at Ista and they were happy to be on their way to a new safe one. It would feel more like home than this mainland. Oh how they longed for the warm tropics they knew so well. Even as Raeth spoke with the dragons from Ista a new bronzerider entered the scene. T’nev nodded towards the man in greeting.
Imayth and his B’lor have come with others.[/color]
The brownrider was going to introduce himself, but then the ground shook and the urgency of the situation returned. It seemed this mainland was not as safe as it appeared. They would need to get everyone to the island soon. As if reading his mind R’enh clapped a hand on his shoulder and said they should be off. T’nev didn’t need to be told more than once. With a grin he turned with the bronzerider, but then a tragedy of a different sort put a blanket of despair over their small gathering.
Sivarith’s Sorelle…it is their minds that felt sick…they have lost their Weyrmates.[/color]
We will grieve with them and weep for those lost when we have reached safely my Raeth, we must make sure the way is safe right now.
Naturally mine, it’s not like I’m the one that has to buckle straps before I fly[/color]
It was Raeth’s attempt at some humor when it needed some lightening; T’nev could not help but smile as he quickly jumped onto the brown’s leg and pulled himself up into the saddle. As he buckled the leather’s he turned to Maram for a quick second.
“K’nan of bronze Joreth has those from Ista Weyr prepared, speak to him if you have need of their assistance.”
The words barely left his mouth as Raeth leapt into the sky alongside the larger bronze. He let his bugle echo after Mnoranth’s, a farewell to Chalarath and the dragons he had led all the way from their island home. Then he quickly processed the image given him by the great bronze. It was easy to see why the bronze was a wingleader from the clarity and speed with which he relayed the picture. With it in mind it was a simple matter for the practiced Raeth to snap into the cold /between/.
The pair immediately felt the freezing temperature but T'nev counted the time it took to cough three times and then they were out. Warmth filled the pair's veins as they spotted Mnoranth off to their side. Both bronze and brown had made it safely to the other side, and now all T'nev could do was stare at the island before them. Raeth kept close enough to Mnoranth for T'nev to communicate with hand motions, but far enough to where the wash from their wings would not affect each other's flight. The brown dragon felt at home where he flew, it was as if he was taking over his position as wingsecond again and preparing to split off with his own contingent to take our thread. Naturally it had only been training to this part, but it was still a tricky thing to do. Raeth was simply glad both he and the bronze had made it between without any mishaps, this new phenomenon striking Pern had been affecting him lately.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jun 23, 2010 15:32:31 GMT -5
B'lor jumped down from his dragon's back, tucking his helmet under his arm as he walked towards the small group. But as he walked, he felt the ground shake under his feet. The bronzerider's face paled. He wondered if the shaking would ever stop. It reminded him again why they were leaving.
"Well met," he said when he reached them, nodding in greeting at the other riders and acting as if the mini-earthquake hadn't just occurred. "Thank you, I'm sure the riders will appreciate the rest," he added with a smile. B'lor was sincerely glad that he didn't have to fly anymore right now. He was happy to wait while R'enh and T'nev went on ahead.
His gaze darted to Sorelle, and he tried to keep his expression level and not reveal how the ruined Queenrider troubled him. B'lor watched as the bronze and brown disappeared between, then turned back Maram. "I'd be happy to keep you Queenriders company until the next Wings go out," he volunteered cheerfully.
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Post by Darvin on Jun 23, 2010 16:24:28 GMT -5
As the icy cold of Between slowly evaporated from his exposed skin, he exhaled. The intense cold had been a soothing balm; Outer freezing matching the inner cold.
He took slow, deep breaths, and finally opened his eyes. He looked around, warily, at the unfamiliar lands. He heard the voices of dozens of now-homeless milling around him. The labored breathing of Dragons, heavily burdened with whatever they could carry.
Even now, the oily snap of dragon's wings resounded in the air, as, now free of their baggage, they went back for more.
D'vin slumped against a tree, panting softly, as he slid an arm around the unmoving Weyrwoman, her Gold settling protectively around them. Never so brooding a Queen had been over her eggs, as Ralianth watched over her unmoving Rider.
D'vin held her close to him, his body shivering with remembered anguish and terror, as the Dragons raised their heads into another Scorched death-knell. More dragons dead.
So many had died this day. So very, very many.
He clutched his Weyrwoman, Tael, to his chest, hoping she'd wake up, again. His hand came away covered in sweat - He wasn't sure whether it was his, or the ailing Weyrwoman's.
Finally, his eyes took in what he had missed - The fact that, for miles in front of him, was water. Nothing but water. The sun was to his left, and behind him. He was on an island, off the Eastern coast of the Northern Continent. That was all he could tell.
But how had they gotten here?
Gold Ralianth swirled her eyes at him, thoughtfully, as if she could hear his thoughts.
He lowered his head, and lost his thoughts to the abrupt darkness of sleep.
Even in his dreams, the Dragon's death-knell intruded, gripping body and mind in a vise of sorrow.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jun 23, 2010 16:50:12 GMT -5
R'enh grinned at the ease of the transfer. T'nev picked up the queue perfectly and off they went. He was suitably impressed by the young rider and slid his name up to the top for a Wingsecond slot when they started rebuilding from whatever remnants had made it through.
The Island under them was fairly lush but not big enough for them to settle. They'd have to hop and investigate other islands as they went until they found the rumored giant islands. He was exhausted and he knew it. What he wouldn't give for a hot cup of klah and some hot food but all of that would have to wait for now.
He told Mnoranth to relay their return to the beach and that Raeth and his would be leading a group to the island and then once there taking the opportunity to rest himself and his weary dragon.
He knew the troublesome Queenrider would most likely have everything organized by now so he gave the signal to return. His dragon cautioned him on his dealings with her and seemed a bit concerned so he sent his love to his life mate and promised to hold his temper better.
When they'd popped back from /between/ he could see all the activity on the beach. He observed the additional Bronze and heard Mnoranth greet him.
"Siverith is more calm mine. Much is ready to move to the island. She says her's is working hard and not so sad as she has been."
He was very relieved to hear that Sorelle was coping that had been a very great weight on his mind. He himself had lost more friends than he cared to count in this disaster.
After landing he found Maram and told her with a rather large smile that their trip had proved they would be able to transfer to that island and it was a full days flight from where they were currently. "There is no evidence of either fire strikes or threadfall at the moment. Do you need anything from me or shall I get the green's moving people?"
He smiled at the rider with them and extended his hand "R'enh of Bronze Mnoranth, Wingleader from Benden." he clapped the man on the shoulder.
"I think it would be good to get you and Chalarath there fairly soon."
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Jun 23, 2010 17:21:55 GMT -5
L'yst had never been more thankful to see other dragons as he was when the small party from Telgar circled over the mulling masses on the shores of Benden lands. The young weyrlings that had flown with him were near to exhaustion and L'yst had already fallen back from the other riders of his party in order to watch over the young ones. They'd been forced to stop more often and try and catch up with the others.
It was difficult as some of the weyrlings had not yet perfected the flying /between/ but Woreth made sure that each of the dragons understood his commands and he led them to safety.
As L'yst landed with his weyrlings in tow, he let the more senior riders in his party address the Goldrider that had been spotted. He instead spent his time checking on the young riders, many of whom had actually collapsed onto the ground after getting off their dragons. It was an arduous journey for all, but especially for dragons that had not yet reached their full maturity.
The others have told me that they are going /between/ to an island. Where we will be safer from this destruction. Woreth turned his eye to the young blues, greens, and brown. They were weary and needed time to recover, but time was not something they had.
I have spoken with those in charge. We will fly during the second wave of dragons to the island. The young ones will make it. I will make sure they do. Woreth gazed on L'yst as the bluerider reached up to stoke the triangular shaped head.
'I know you will, my friend. You may have to carry me there.' L'yst yawned and stretched, feeling his muscles and bones move in ways they had not since they had taken to the sky.
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After what was a far too short rest, Woreth received the word that he and the weyrlings were to join the wings into /between/. Knowing they were all exhausted and the others young, they were not asked to do anything more than reach the safety of the new island. With the weyrlings beside them, L'yst and Woreth took the skies, sharing the image with the young dragons, before they blinked out of sight, only to emerge moments later on the lush green of the island.
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Post by Chloe and Alorath on Jun 23, 2010 17:25:55 GMT -5
Chloe already had a line of passengers laid out for her by one of the senior riders. The Tanner had spotted her damaged strap and replaced it while she watched. She could tell her precious green darling was well rested and itching to take off.
“There is danger here we must move them now” she said “Mnoranth knows the place that is safe. We will follow him.”
“You are much faster than any big old Bronze love.” She said patting and smoothing the neck in front of her as they waited for the word. Two passengers and their belongings along with her own were strapped in nets to her sides. She could hear the grin in her dragons voice when she answered.
“Yes, I can dodge around him quicker than he can reach for me. But it was nice when I finally let him catch me. He is a very nice big Bronze.”
She couldn’t help but laugh out loud and went off into giggles when her passengers looked at her strangely. “Dragon humor.” She tried to explain.
“Yes,” she said into her dragons mind. “His is very fine too.” She’d been just a little sad she hadn’t caught as R’enh was rumored to take care of his children’s mothers quite well. But his visits to her weyr had stopped when she’d been transferred to his wing. ‘Ah well’ she thought, ‘Alorath rising’ would bring someone new to her weyr or she might pick up a new friend flying all these people to their new homes.
One never knew.
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Post by talon on Jun 23, 2010 19:57:21 GMT -5
As they surveyed the island T’nev and his were nothing but business. They kept in mind the number of those traveling with them and quickly sized up the island. It was easy to see that it would not be big enough for a Weyr or a Hold, but it would be a suitable resting place until they found somewhere larger. Whether an island like that existed out here was yet to be seen. The brownrider and his dragon flew over the lush tropical island; they swept low, Raeth’s tail able to brush against the canopy of the trees. Life existed within the forests, dangerous or not would have to be seen. Neither T’nev nor Raeth could see through the thick cover provided by the jungle. As they flew low they could hear the sounds of jungle life, eerily familiar to the sounds they knew so well…and then it flashed into both their heads. Ista Weyr.
There was a crack as Mnoranth went /between/. But Raeth and T’nev were suddenly hit with an overwhelming sense of loss. Grief hit them so quickly and suddenly that the strong brown actually faltered in his flight. It flowed freely between their minds, each understanding the others loss. Tears came freely to T’nev as he was finally alone, miles and miles away from those he had to appear strong before. Those traveling with him from Ista had been in mourning the entire way…but T’nev and Raeth had need to remain strong. They had to be a foundation of strength while the world crumbled. Truth be told they were crushed just as much as the others. They simply had not been able to grieve. And now as they were so distanced from those that must know them as strong and as they looked down at a beautiful tropical island so much like their home…they simply could not hold back their emotions.
Raeth creened loudly, a cry of grief and sorrow so heart wrenching it seemed the dragon was mortally wounded. The brown had deep ties with those at Ista…and he cried for his queen and the green he had always chased…T’nev let the tears flow as he wept aloud. Both his father and mother had stayed at the Weyr thinking their son foolish, and the Headwoman! She had not come with him…she had been family to him when he was a weyrbrat, all the fosters drudges the Harper and his apprentice. All lost to the fire for as much as T’nev knew. There was hope! Hope that some had survived! Perhaps a few had escaped! But right now all they could see was a smaller version of their home beneath their eyes, yet it would never be filled with those they had loved.
Thankfully it did not take them long to let go of some of their grief. They had shared in silence, and now they recovered in silence. Within seconds T’nev’s face was clear and Raeth’s eyes swirled back to a neutral color. It had been less than a minute, and yet it had felt like days. Now they had to be strong. There were still those who depended on them. Both rider and dragon recalled the image of the beach, once more they made sure they looked normal. T’nev cracked a grin and Raeth rumbled deep in his throat. Then they snapped /between/. Like always the cold hit them like a punch to the chest, cough three times, and then they were out. With a crack they appeared above the ever growing collection of riders, weyrfolk, holders, and craftsmen gathered on the beach. Almost immediately a ton of information hit them.
Joreth and his have made those from Ista ready, I have given him the image of the beach. He awaits the order to go /between/.[/color]
Has he taken any of the overflow from the other Weyrs?
Everyone is so few…there is no need.[/color]
T’nev nodded and rubbed Raeth’s neck as he leaned low. There was still work to do, and he could feel the exhaustion coming to his dragon’s wings. They would last. This was the last little sprint for the day. Then they could rest. In the morning they would set out to look for a true place to settle down. For now they must ready everyone else to go /between/. Raeth did not land, for T'nev would have most likely collapsed of exhaustion should he get out of the sadle. Instead the brown went about readying the first group. His dark, nearly black form swept over the crowd that had gathered as his mind reached out to Chalarath and any designated leaders of the first group. T'nev looked across the large encampment, nearly everyone was set to go. R'enh had asked him to take the first group, so he would do exactly that. The brown was now giving the image to all the leaders going on the first group. Then he repeated the action, despite some complaints. Raeth wanted nothing to go wrong, so he made sure everyone in the first group had a very clear picture of where they were going.
Mine would like me to tell you that we take the first group now. Everything is prepared.[/color]
Raeth spoke to both Chalarath and Mnoranth, so that they could prepare. Then the brown dragon checked with the groups, making sure they were set to go, and then he led the way way snapping /between/.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jun 23, 2010 22:09:54 GMT -5
Maram saw to things immediately. The camp seemed to explode with activity. With B'lor and Sorelle at her side, everyone was organized and knew who to report to and which grouping they were expected to be a part of it. Sorelle had done an exceptional job of organizing the others and Maram was grateful for her help.
Mnoranth has returned. Then, Maram sensed a strange pause from Chalarath. I sense another. One of my kind. But something is wrong. They are faint, but close somewhere.
Maram, who was nowhere near Chalarath at the moment, whipped around in the direction she knew her dragon was located. Another? Another gold dragon? But where?
"I think it would be good to get you and Chalarath there fairly soon."
Maram, still a bit shaken by Chalarath's words looked at R'enh almost puzzled. Then, finally registering what he had told her, she answered, "Yes, I agree. Sorelle and B'lor have been most helpful. The first wave is ready. Once Chalarath detects that it is safe for the second wave, she will inform us." Maram paused, looking quickly at the others, then she put her hand on Renh's arm and inclined her head to indicate she wanted a moment with him.
Once she knew that they would not be over heard, Maram took a breath, her hands clasped in front of her. "Chalarath mentioned hearing another Gold. Yet, they are not here. She felt that something was wrong, but couldn't explain what it was." Maram was biting her lower lip. "The connection is weak, but they must be somewhere nearby, for her ability to hear further distances has been greatly impeded everything going on."
Once Maram had relayed that information, she waited for his reply. She wasn't sure why, considering that she had only just met R'enh earlier in that very day, and that in some ways he reminded her of her last weyrmate, T'pin, who had felt it his 'duty' to try and put the queen-rider in her place, Maram trusted him. Trust was no something easily garnered. She had learned that her gut instincts were so often right, that she didn't question them.
"We'll have to find her once we get the others to safety." Maram looked him in the eye, her emotional connection to another of her own kind clearly evident. All that they could save needed to be saved. She knew there was nothing more they could do to resolve this matter here. They had to get to the island.
"Chalarath has informed me that T'nev and Raeth are ready." Maram looked to the skies and saw the multitude of wings gathering and then glinted out of sight. "We are ready when you say the word."
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