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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 3, 2010 17:15:38 GMT -5
It resolved out of the morning fog. The outline of another island but as they started getting closer the sides extended in both directions. Not only that but the land itself seemed to rise into the clouds. His eyes widened and he whooped. Hand signals flying and dragons relaying messages. They’d found a very very large island. More than just an island really, there was snow on the highest peaks. It was all he could do to contain his joy and he sent patrols to the right and left to see how far it went. He himself along with a few riders right up the middle. He took the mountains on his right and stayed fairly close to the coast as stretches of forest and meadow flew by below. As they passed one peak he thought he saw a caldera and banked to the right. That would make a possible spot for a new Weyr. A river flowed down the mountainside into a river that ran to the coast in the far distance. He grinned, the land was temperate and redolent with spring. The chill in the air invigorating and he wanted to laugh out loud. Game ran below and Mnoranth grumbled about his belly. “Soon my dearest friend” They arched toward the mountain and as they flew over the bowl he saw a lake, a fringe of green but…. but… They couldn’t be…. Weyrs? It’s wasn’t finished by any stretch but there were many weyrs carved into the rock cliff face. “Call Chalaranth, we have to get Maram and Sorelle up here now!!” “Mine has found us a new Weyr bring yours here.” And they spiraled into the weyr bowl as if they were coming home. Tag Maram/any
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 3, 2010 18:09:54 GMT -5
They had been circling the beaches of the vast island, settling in some of the others, who were tired from the long journey while R'enh had lead a search team to try and find a suitable place for them.
Mnoranth calls. They have found a Weyr. Maram looked up, stunned momentarily. Then turning, she grabbed Sorelle's arm. "Come, we must go join R'enh and the others. They say they have found a Weyr for us."
Those who were nearest them and had heard Maram's words let our a jubilant cry. Then, with Sorelle moving with her, Maram was soon aloft and Chalarath was heading in the direction Mnoranth called them.
The moment they flew over the giant bowl, Maram's breath caught in her throat and tears literally sprang to her eyes.
What is wrong, Marammin? came the concerned voice of Chalarath.
Nothing, oh nothing, Chalarath. I'm so pleased. This is amazing. Chalarath bugled a cry of exultation at those words and began the descent to join the bronze that awaited them in the center of the giant bowl.
Slipping to the ground, Maram actually ran to R'enh, with excitement and joy evident in her face. Without thinking she threw her arms around his neck.
"We've found a home!" She cried out with glee, before realizing what she had done. Quickly dropping her arms, she stepped back and cleared her throat a moment as she tried to regain control of herself. How could there be a Weyr already begun here? Why then was noone here? She had never heard tales of another Weyr set in the midst of the seas. How could all this truly be possible?
Questions, joy, surprise all filled her eyes as she turned them to look at R'enh once more. "A new home. A new Weyr. A new start," she said softly.
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Post by salamander on Jul 3, 2010 19:06:43 GMT -5
Solenne was actually getting tired of flying a dragon, something she had recently thought completely impossible. But after uncountable days strapped to the blue like the frightened herdbeast it carried below in a sling, a undeviating and strictly low-altitude flight pattern and the somewhat distant personality of the rider himself (she herself had not been the best of passengers), the pure elation she felt when her stomach jumped into her mouth at every take-off was starting to disappear.
So badly she wanted to slump against the bluerider and just doze for a few minutes, but she did not. Even though she was she was used to sleep-deprivation, she still felt exhausted.
Suddenly, the dragon below her vibrated with the effort of a victory roar. Looking down pass the blue mass, she was surprised not to see more blue of the ocean, but green! Lots of it! Even better, she caught was sounded like ‘found’ and ‘new home’ from the wind as the rider turned around and attempted to inform her of the news.
Solenne couldn’t help but give out a celebratory whoop, tossing her arms into the air and throwing out her legs. The celebration didn’t last very long, since the motion would have caused her to fall off, if not for the straps she had been cursing just a moment ago. Instead she leaned dangerously, prompting the rider to pull her back in with a remark that her whoop was nothing compared to his dragon’s.
He was right, she thought with a grin. Suddenly even the rider’s icy personality was easy to handle. And, as they sailed over to site of the supposed new Weyr, even flying regained its glamour! Her heart rattled along with her brain in her skull as they made a death-defying dive into the new Weyrbowl.
It was so big! Solenne gaped at the gigantic structure. Why, it was enough to even have a holding pen for the beasts inside the Weyr, instead of outside, as she had been told they usually were! The young Beastcrafter barely felt her bluerider undoing the straps, and before she knew it, her feet touched the soft, sandy, sulfuric dirt of the Bowl.
She continued to stand there, open-mouthed, staring at the new Weyr and trying to remember every single corner before she had to pry her eyes away from the mountainside.
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Post by Darvin on Jul 3, 2010 19:50:19 GMT -5
D'vin dismounted from the back of the rider's brown, offering his quiet thanks, briefly clasping the hand of Ista's former Wingsecond; Not his own, but still a friend regardless. He patted Kerinolth's massive flank, and waved goodbye to the rider, I'ssa. He walked along the hot sands; hatching grounds! Must be. The warmth and texture of the sands could not be anything else.
"Regolth," he said aloud, "Why don't we," he paused, the cold flooding from his chest, through his limbs, as if his blood had turned to ice water, "Find us a weyr," he finished, nearly a whisper. He looked along all the caves, and then finally turned his attention to a small, shadowed niche nearby, with short, springy grass in front of it. He slowly walked over, mostly ignored by the bustling crowd of Weyrfolk and Holdfolk as they whispered awe at the sheer scale of the newly discovered Weyr, so caught up in their own murmured fantasies and theories that they hardly noticed the quiet former Bronzerider sink down against the wall, and close his eyes.
Thin tears wiped rivulets from his face, staining muddy brown as they tracked through the collective dirt and dust of hard travel.
Home.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 3, 2010 21:22:46 GMT -5
He looked up to see the pair of gold dragons, one brighter than the other spiraled down to join them. The sight in and of it’s self was an awe inspiring site. He wondered if Sirilith would ever rise again but was certain that Chalaranth was near. Traditionally this would make Maram Weyrwoman of the new Weyr that didn’t yet have a name. His eyes squinted against the bright sky as they circled and his heart swelled with pride. He was incredibly happy to have found them a home but not just that, something that was partially constructed. Obviously this had been intended as a Dragon Weyr.
He smiled at the bugle of the gold. His heart already full seemed ready to burst. Then most amazing of all Maram threw her arms around him.
"We've found a home!"
He barely had a chance to hug her before she was gone. His eyes turned internally and he knew without a single doubt that he’d want Maram even if there were no Chalaranth. He smiled and tossed it off to her joy over the miracle they’d found yet he couldn’t hide what was in his eyes even if he’d tried.
"A new home. A new Weyr. A new start,"
“Yes it is.” He agreed just as softly, it was very hard not to pull her back.
Yes it is. He heard the echo of his big Bronze. There was still much to be done. They could camp on the floor of the bowl and spend the next few days and weeks discovering exactly what they had found.
He turned to avoid those eyes that made him want to take her back into his arms and raised his own eyes to see steps carved into the cliff face ledges that ran between weyrs. There was all sorts of evidence that there had been occupants here at one time but who knew how long it had been.
He turned and pointed where he’d been looking… “Queen’s weyrs. More than one from looking at it.” He pointed where he saw at least five lined up next to one another. “We should take a look!”
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Post by alix on Jul 3, 2010 21:42:05 GMT -5
A Weyr had been found.
Finally after their long journey they had found a new home. Alix couldn't believe what she was seeing when they had burst out of /between/. The sun warm on her face after the intense cold. As they were flying slowly around the edge of the bowl she could see everything. The natural holes inside the structure would obviously serve as weyrs for the dragonriders, and below them you could see the openings of what could be caves that could serve as kitchens, storage areas, craft areas, and many more.
She thanked the brownrider that had given her a lift as she dismounted. Still awestruck she turned around several times to take in the full view of the weyr. It looked magnificent, it was so big!
She glanced around at the couple of cave openings with curiosity. "Maybe one of these caves can serve as the infirmary, I'd better check them out", she said as she ran off to search the caves to see if any of them were worthy of serving as the infirmary.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 4, 2010 17:19:57 GMT -5
Maram had seen the flicker of his thoughts pass briefly over his eyes and felt a pounding within her own ears. She couldn't deny what her thoughts were full of, but she could sure try. Soon...soon Chalarath would choose her mate. Until then, Maram's thoughts held little or not weight.
Your thoughts are always important to me. Came the loving tone of her Golden queen. 'Of course, Chalarath. I love you more than anything and that's all that matters. Maram infused the thought with her feelings of love.
Satisfied that she was okay, Chalarath took to the skies to perch on the ridges and allow the many other dragons that had been summoned to come in and drop off inhabitants and supplies.
“We should take a look!”
Maram turned her attention back to R'enh and nodded, taking just a moment to have Chalarath inform the others to gather supplies in one area, and to be careful with any explorations until they were certain areas were safe. They could not afford to lose anyone now.
Turning, she looked at R'enh and began walking, "I can't imagine how this is here. I've never heard of a Weyr in the waters. How is this possible?" As the moved across the sands to the stone steps cut into the wall, Maram was astounded. "Someone spent much time crafting these steps, but why did they leave it then?" Her quizzical gaze turned to R'enh and she felt her heart jump once again. Clearly Chalarath's moods must be rubbing off on her. There could be no other explanation. Maram blinked away the thought and carefully began the climb up the steps. Some areas showed wear from disuse.
When her foot hit the corner of one step and it crumbled, Maram gasped and moved quickly back against the safety of the wall. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she glanced at R'enh, before they proceeded the last few steps to the first weyr opening.
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Post by nerys on Jul 4, 2010 20:51:36 GMT -5
Nerystimon could not have been happier to be free of dragon riding. Any thrill she might have experienced at such a ride had long since lost its novelty.
Standing in the midst of the Weyr bowl, Nerystimon felt a mixture of relief, fatigue and sorrow. At least her hand had healed over the past few days, leaving on the trace of a scar from her little accident back at the old camp.
As more and more people streamed in from the skies to fill the bowl, Nerys felt the need to get away. She was overwhelmed by her own emotions and just needed to be away from the growing crowd. Without really caring where she went, Nerystimon moved towards the outskirts of the bowl. She wished her family could be here. A pang of sorrow filled her. That was when she caught sight of a figure, hunched over on the ground, looking forlorn.
"Are you okay?" She whispered to the man, hoping he was not injured.
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Post by Darvin on Jul 5, 2010 2:55:31 GMT -5
He sat up, slightly, leaning forward, his hair shadowing his face. By the time he looked up, his expression was clear, if a bit gruff; As was his tone. "Yeh. 's just a long trip, is all... Kinda nice to sit." He gestured to the cool, damp, springy grass next to him. "Take a seat. 'm D'vin, formerly of Ista Weyr. You?"
He made no move to stand. Inwardly, he was glad he wasn't standing; His limbs were barely held from shaking visibly. Slowly, he forced the coldness through his limbs, back into his chest, where he slowly pushed it all back inside.
And locked it away.
He grunted, slightly, and shifted himself against the wall. "'s been a damn long trip. Riding that far a-dragonback is rough on the arse after all these years. Need t'make a harness for more'n one... Scales are a bit coarse."
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Post by nerys on Jul 5, 2010 8:37:45 GMT -5
D'vin...oh he must be a rider, Nerystimon thought, as she slid down to the ground beside him, relieved to just be still on the ground.
"It was a long journey," she agreed on a sigh. "I'm Nerystimon, from...Lemos Hold." She hadn't meant it to happen, but her voice had caught ever so slightly on that last word. Thoughts of her family often overwhelmed her, but she'd managed to squash them down for the past sevendays as she was so keyed into survival that time to grieve had not been an option.
Rubbing a hand along her lower back, she tried to make what she thought would be pleasant conversation. Of course she would have had no idea what had happened to him. "I guess you've had much more experience riding on dragons. I didn't know what it was going to be like before this."
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Post by Darvin on Jul 5, 2010 21:06:22 GMT -5
"Lemos hold?" He grunted. "Can't say I've been out there. My job's taken me many ways, but not quite that one." He shrugged, stretching slightly. "Ista was a lovely place... I never found a Hold of Weyr I didn't like; Except maybe Telgar. Too cold." He shrugged again. "This place isn't half bad, though, I've got to say. Most curious sort of place, but not half bad."
He let his eyes wander over the Weyr, and the dozens of holes in the distant wall. "I just wonder who beat us to it, and if they're planning on coming back... Maybe they're underneath? There're a lot of caves even at Ista that go a lot deeper than we'd thought they would. Easily enough to house a small Weyr."
"Not that this place is all that small," he temporized, quietly, "But it's still under construction. I don't think they would've had too many people here."
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 5, 2010 21:55:08 GMT -5
The Master Beast Crafter had already explored the enclosure and moved toward the caverns pronouncing them of good prospect. He turned and followed Maram up the outside steps toward the Queen’s weyrs. Over head he saw the brown rider who carried their unconscious Goldrider her distressed dragon following behind. For a moment the pain of all their loss laid heavily on his shoulders.
Chalarath went to sit on the heights and Mnoranth followed. He turned and kept following the goldrider Maram to explore.
"Someone spent much time crafting these steps, but why did they leave it then?"
“I’ve never heard of anything regarding this either. Perhaps Sorelle knows something since she’s been in charge of records at Benden for so long.” He really didn’t know where to begin.
Then her foot hit a spot that seemed to crumble and he reached up to steady her as they moved up the steps. Of course he knew all the stairs around his weyr at Benden but her would have to choose a weyr for himself and Mnoranth soon. Who knew what kind of cleanup they’d have to do to make them ready.
They entered what appeared to be a weyr yet as they moved deeper he saw a basket of dead glows and pulled it down clearing some cobwebs in the process. There were wild glow fungus growing along the walls and he was certain they would find more as they traveled but he picked some until he filled the basket. What he saw when he turned was a stone table and chairs. “Council Room,” he said and went farther until he found the outlet to the corridor beyond through leather drapes.
He turned back with a smile. “They really started a Weyr here at one point. I wonder if we’ll find any records.” He moved back along the wall and about half way back down the far side there was another drape. “Over here” he called. Sweeping the drapes aside he walked into and large Weyr. The big stone couch had to be for a Bronze or Gold judging from it’s size. A passage beyond led into another weyr of like dimensions.
He walked further in from the cliff face to see a spacious living area that had once been well appointed with a writing desk and curtained private alcove for sleeping ‘certainly the weyrwoman’ he thought and then turned to the sound of water.
Lifting the glow basket he went through another door and he laughed. The room was warm and he bent down to touch the pool of water… also warm.
“Maram” he called “You’re going to want to see this.”
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Post by sorelle on Jul 6, 2010 0:56:10 GMT -5
Sivarith swept along easily with Chalarath, and Sorelle couldn't help but notice the renewed vigor in the other dragon. Her eyes went to her rider, who seemed oblivious to the scrutiny. "Too fresh," Sorelle thought. Chalarath bugled and it was answered by Sivarith which startled Sorelle. Looking down, she saw the huge crater rising up to meet the descending group of refugees.
Sorelle stayed seated as she watched the confusion and elation surround those who dropped lightly from the sky.
"We've found a home!"
Maram's arms encircled R'enh and Sorelle raised an eyebrow. She crossed her elbows and lay flat along the neck of Sivarith as she watched the unfolding drama. Maram's brief moment with R'enh was over quickly, and Sorelle stifled a laugh as the woman tried to cover it. Slipping down to the ground, she steadied herself briefly against the enormous golden leg behind her. She was tired and malnourished, but she remembered seeing water in the crater.
Wandering off on her own, she passed several riders who were exclaiming about the half-built weyr. "Am I the only one who thinks it is a bad sign," she wondered as her feet carried her along. Sivarith followed until the two of them arrived at the lake and the great dragon began sticking her entire head into the water. Sorelle laughed and sat down along the edge. Removing her shoes, she placed her feet into the water and Sivarith's head jerked out. "Easy," Sorelle soothed. She leaned forward, looking into the water. The shapes of the vegetation undulated, forming figures... features... N'lon.
Sorelle slowly reached forward...
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 6, 2010 10:02:59 GMT -5
Maram was in awe as she stood, gazing around at the spaces they toured. This could not be possible, but it was. Her fingers trailed along the stone surfaces that had been so painstakingly formed some time in the past. Dust filtered through the air. These weyrs had not been touched for many, many a turn.
How could this Weyr exist and there be no record of it? They would have to bespeak Sorelle to see if she had any knowledge of this. Maybe, they would find something within the walls of the weyr itself. There had to be a reason for this weyr and for why it now sat abandoned, but what could it be?
“Maram” he called “You’re going to want to see this.”
Hurrying beyond the curtains, Maram froze. A spring? They'd managed to divert a warm spring into the weyr? Bending down she dipped her fingers into the water. Her eyes, full of questions and confusion looked to R'enh.
"Why would they do this and leave it?" She asked, her voice a bit of a whisper, almost a reverent awe.
Suddenly as though the enormity of the task they had tried to accomplish had just struck her, Maram sank down onto the stone ground near the spring water.
"I don't know what I hoped to find, but this, this was not it. I can't begin to..." Maram's voice trailed off as unbidden tears seemed to spring to her eyes. The strain, stress and worry of so many days seemed to almost wash away with the discovery of this abandoned Weyr and the waters that lapped against the stone. She turned her head from him, not wishing to display this momentary weakness.
Her attempts did not succeed for the sheer magnitude of everything that had overtaken them, the strength and resolve she'd held so firm around herself for days, not wishing the others to fear for their safety. She had not cried since those early days in the late night hours by herself.
They were safe, they had a home. The tears had come without warning and she found they were harder to stop. It was like a cleansing of all that had happened. Maram had had to be strong for so long and now all those hours of protecting the others had taken their toll on her own emotional state. She tried to stop, taking deep breaths, her face still turned from him. What would he think of her now? Sitting here bubbling like a fool when she should in fact be happy. She was happy, but full of so many other feelings as well.
Marammine! What is wrong? She could hear the distraught tone of Chalarath calling to her. Nothing, Chalarath. I'm happy. I really am. I'm fine. She managed to infuse a feeling of happiness into that bond even as the sound of her sniffling still filled the small chamber.
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Post by Brekka and Panitath on Jul 6, 2010 11:51:47 GMT -5
She was tired and sore and just all around weary of the endless flying between the bluerider and his other passenger. She'd had to slap his hands away from her more than once and he smelled bad. Luckily that only lasted until they got airborne then just the passage of the air around them kept the smell at bay.
She realized there wasn't much chance to do more than subsist but they were passing through warm tropical islands, you'd think he'd take a dip. She could only hope she'd not have to see him after this long trek was finally done.
Then she saw it, there below them a wide bowl in the mountain's top. There were caves lining the sides and many dragons already on the floor. Others lined the heights sunning themselves. She knew they liked to do that and honestly they were the ones who'd been doing all the work.
The bluerider had been unfailingly kind to her and showed his sympathy for her plight when they were on the ground . She wasn't certain she could have gotten through all this without his help.
When they landed, he climbed down first and then helped her down for all the world like she was a queenrider. She grinned at him as she took his offered help. "Than you T'pel for all your help. It's been great to get to know you." she turned as the other man came down and said "Journeyman Lackley" gave the tinest curtsey she could manage and went off to find the Candidate master.
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