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Post by nerys on Jul 6, 2010 21:12:55 GMT -5
"Was?" Nerystimon sat straight up and turned to look at D'vin. Her eyes had opened as wide as saucers and her hand had come to cover her mouth in shock.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I..." her voice trailed off. She'd heard things about how losing a dragon could be, but she didn't really understand. In her mind, she knew what losing her family was like, so she could only imagine that it had to feel the same.
"I guess we're both alone, then," she said more quietly, shifting back into her position beside him. "We can remember them," she said more firmly, "we can live for their memory," her voice cracked a bit, as though she herself was uncertain. "I don't want to be alone though," she whispered, plucking at her skirts, so different than how she would have dressed just a sevenday or two ago. Clothing was important then, but now it seemed so trivial. Life, living and people were what mattered and Nerystimon knew that now.
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Post by Z'ris and Kardenzoth on Jul 6, 2010 21:42:28 GMT -5
The flight hadn't been much trouble at all, well perhaps the last bit had been a bit much for the blue. Z'ris had noticed that his dragon wasn't as talkative or peppy during the last leg, as expected. It wasn't a surprise, mainly because the blue had shown a brilliant display of stamina for his color. The dragon was more accustomed to short blips of flight instead of long and steady soars. Kardenzoth's excited chittering of the egg that Z'ris was ushering to the new Weyr calmed then as he focused on his movements and energy. The blue continuously drifted along air currents that he managed to find, using those instances to store energy as he gild along. Z'ris didn't outwardly show it, but he was beaming inside for the pride he had for his dragon. Blues weren't normally thought as anything special--in fact, they hardly were ever thought to be special. His blue had helped the Weyr, and his blue had aided on an excursion.
The dragon had been flying with the directions that Z'ris picked up from other dragonriders who were aiding those in coming to the newly established Weyr. Kardenzoth, despite his growing tire, trumpeted a greeting to the Weyrbowl as he circled down. The dragon landed, and Z'ris patted his hide affectionately. "Good job, Zo'."
How is Egg?
Z'ris reached in within his riding jacket with one of his hands to the bundle pressed against his chest. He rolled his eyes at the way Kardenzoth had said that last word in particular. "The egg is fine, Kar. And you shouldn't name it, you'll grow attached. This isn't our egg, it's for the Weyr." He grinned as he rubbed the dragon's neck again. "Besides, that's a really unoriginal name."
The dragon huffed as the rider undid his straps and dismounted the beast. He was about to tell his blue to go off to their weyr and he'd get the gear off of him in not too long. He stopped a moment, both in walking and in his thoughts. He didn't have a weyr. This wasn't High Reaches at all, this was something entirely new. He'd have to pick one out, one that both he and Kardenzoth agreed on--which by the way, was far more difficult than anyone could imagine. It would be a nice start, that was certain. A new Weyr, a new weyr, and these new eggs to top it all off. As soon as he moved out onto the grounds of the Weyrbowl, the bluerider at once noticed the general mood of the place. Yes, there was a relieved sense, and also a deep sorrowful one. People had to come to terms with things, and out of everything the hardest was death.
Z'ris breathed in deeply, spotting then the log nearby with a familiar face sitting on it. Ah, yes, that was exactly who he needed.
"Weyrwoman," he approached the goldrider Maram, "I don't believe we've personally met, but I'm Z'ris, rider of Kardenzoth, formerly of High reaches." He bowed at his waist, smiling broadly as he did so. "I was on the team that was sent out to look over the Southern Continent." He pulled his eyes from her then, jostling about and pulling the bundle from his jacket. The extra firestone bag he had wrapped around the egg came undone easily as he picked at it with his nimble fingers. "I suppose I can formally tell you we've found something." He pulled the egg out, holding it within his hand to show the goldrider.
Egg!
Z'ris ignored his dragon's comment. "We chanced upon a group of, I swear by Faranth you're probably not going to believe me, miniature dragons. They looked like our beasts here, except much, much smaller in size, and we found a clutch, guarded even by a little villainous gold bugger." He smiled widely again, chuckling the last few words out. "Each of us who were on the expedition brought one back, so there's five in total. I'm assuming we're going to need a warm place to keep these incubating, I mean, if they are like dragon eggs, they do need to be kept warm."
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Post by Darvin on Jul 6, 2010 22:00:40 GMT -5
He put an arm around her again, his hand lightly on her shoulder. "It's a long way from both of our homes. The weather's much the same... But there's something so much different. Must be all the water around us... Being so far away. It's... Home, but not yet. It won't be home for a while."
"We're all family, here, even if this isn't home yet. You'll never be alone. Don't worry about that. Now, d'you know how to work? There's a lot to be done." He began to push himself to his feet. "I saw the kitchen crews go off that way," he gestured, "If you'd like to look into that. I figure it'll be easier than the manual work - But that's where I can serve best."
He turned around, and offered her a hand, grinning. He seemed invigorated by the brief conversation. "If you need somewhere to stay tonight, ask for me. D'vin. I'll set up something for you to sleep on."
"And if anyone gives you any trouble," he added, "Tell them you're with me. That ought to push them off."
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Post by nerys on Jul 7, 2010 15:28:45 GMT -5
She suddenly felt a surge of something familiar. Taking his hand, she rose from the ground with a smile. His words were encouraging, but there was something more to it. In a round about way, he reminded her of her own da, or eldest brother who would have looked out for her in the past.
"I'll do that," she said in response to his offer for help with sleeping arrangements. "I'm sure I can put my hands to good use in the meantime. I may not have any talents, but I can sure help clean."
Then, without really thinking about it, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Thank you, D'vin." It was impulsive, but it had felt right. Slipping her arms back, she started to walk away, but before she'd gone far, she turned and gave him a little wave. Then, she darted off towards the busy center of the Bowl, hoping to make herself feel a bit more useful now that she suddenly felt as though living was the right thing to do once more. She would always remember the others. Always. And through her actions she would live for those who had lost that chance. In a matter of moments, D'vin had helped her to shift her focus from me, me, me to see the rest of the world around her. Nerystimon felt renewed and was ready to dive into whatever work she could find to help.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 7, 2010 17:58:57 GMT -5
Once he had the weyrwoman on dry land and set her on her feet he noticed the young beastcrafter.
"Thank you for helping with her" he said with a smile in his eyes.
"Mnoranth get out of there, I can't wash you right now. But I promise soon." Then he had another thought as he looked back at Sorelle. She was fine when he'd left her but she wasn't always fine. "Call Calrith and have his join me here."
He put his large hands on the tiny woman's shoulders. He knew Sivirith hunched nearby. "Sorelle" he started. "We're going to have someone come and help you search ok? The young woman was just trying to help you." he shivered as a cool breeze sprang up. He didn't really look forward to tramping over to his stuff to find dry clothes.
P'vin and Calrith swooped in and he waived the brownrider over. Once he'd joined them he said "I want a rider with her at all times even when she's in her right mind. Put something together and take charge of the rotation." the rider understood and with half a smile nodded. P'vin was a good man and R'enh had been looking at him for a wingsecond slot, they'd have to see how things shook out.
He turned again to the young woman. "Thank you again." he said. Then he went to find his bags and a weyr of his own. What he found was at least useable for the moment. He and Mnoranth flew up to one of the weyrs near to the weyrleaders weyrs. There was another nearby where he'd put Sorelle to watch her at night.
There were several Gold and Bronze sized weyrs nearby certainly more than they needed. He got himself dried off and changed out of the treated leather to allow it to dry.
He belted on the new garb and walked to the ledge past an already sleeping Mnoranth. He told himself he'd gather some of the sweet grasses that the big bronze liked and fill the dragon's stone couch with them.
As he looked across the bowl, he saw a crowd gathered around in the middle of the bowl so he trotted down the steps to investigate. Finding Maram in the center of the crowd with a tall bluerider offering her… what was that?
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 7, 2010 19:31:45 GMT -5
Maram looked up as someone addressed her. She recognized the rider from earlier. He was one of the ones that had been sent on the Southern trip, but she didn't recall his name. Thankfully, he rectified that quickly.
Her eyes opened wide and her hands stretched out eagerly for the small oblong object.
"An egg?" She asked incredulous. Maram looked up and saw the others returning from the expedition as well, each presented an egg as well. "How is this possible?" She murmured, running her hands over the smooth surface.
Suddenly, as if realization dawned on her, she stood quickly with the egg from Z'ris in her hands. She caught a glimpse of R'enh, but didn't pause to address him. She moved quickly over and touched the other eggs.
"These eggs are hard. We've got to get them to the warm sands. Now!" The last word was almost a barked order. "Get the others, hurry before they cool too much." Maram tossed those orders over her shoulder as she hurried across the Bowl to what had been identified as the hatching sands. They were warm as sands should be, though they'd need some cleaning before Chalarath clutched, but it would do.
Kneeling down, she placed the egg onto the warmth of the sands, totally uncaring of the heat against her own body. Maram made sure that the eggs were sitting deeply to keep them warm on all sides. The other eggs arrived and Maram took charge of making sure they were all secured in the warm sands.
Even after most of the others had left to go see to the needs of the new Weyr, Maram found herself standing, staring at the tiny dragon-like eggs. How was this possible? What would hatch from the eggs? Maram was full of questions.
Deciding it was best that someone watched over these eggs at all times, Maram set up a rotation that would extend through the night into the next day. If anyone saw anything they were to alert the others immediately. Then, they would find out what was really inside.
Leaving the first of the 'watchers' in place, Maram went about to help get everyone settled in for the night. Many of the weyrs were able to be occupied right away and she watched as dragons flew to landings. Others seemed to have opted to camp out in the open for the night until the lower caverns could be better explored and cleaned.
When she was sure that everyone was safe, she called Chalarath and the pair took their things up to the large weyr they had found with R'enh earlier. It had already been dusted. Someone had been up here since she'd left it. Maram smiled at that thought. With all that they had to do, someone had taken the time to do a simple cleansing of what was to be her new weyr.
Pulling out her bedroll and blankets she had brought from Igen, Maram settled them onto her large bed. It was so big and it felt so odd to be lying on it all alone. She considered going to join Chalarath in the other room, but decided that they both needed a chance to sleep without fear of what tomorrow might bring. There were still many uncertainties, but at least they could sleep easier knowing that they finally had found a place they could call home.
Home. Home is where the people you love are. This would become their new home. Maram drifted off to sleep on that thought.
End Maram -- So she can start Chalarath's Flight XD OOC-- Feel free to continue in here or start new threads anywhere in the Weyr.! Have fun!!
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 7, 2010 20:18:43 GMT -5
He followed along to the hatching sands and watched as the small eggs were laid and guarded. He heartily thanked the riders who had brought in the find congratulating each of them.
He went to the makeshift kitchen and got a bowl of the stew finding it quite delicious. The cook was even saying they might have bread tomorrow as there were working ovens in the Weyr kitchen. Bread was one of his favorite things and he was happy to hear it. He enjoyed the camaraderie around the fire as he had during their trip through the islands. But as the light faded and people began retiring he decided to do the same.
He made sure that Sorelle's guard had her well in hand and asked Mnoranth to plead with Sivarith not to send the guards away as they were for her riders protection.
By that time he was exhausted and lay his bedroll down near his lifemate and fell instantly into a dreamless sleep.
End R'enh - Wants to be at Chalaraths Flight
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Post by sorelle on Jul 7, 2010 20:57:17 GMT -5
"Maybe you could describe ‘him’ so I might be able to, uh, find ‘him’?”
Sorelle smiled at the Apprentice. "Thank you," she said quietly. "He's--"
A man appeared, dripping wet and glistening, muscles straining with the effort to pull himself through the water. Sorelle gasped.
"What are you doing?
"N'lon," she whispered. He picked her up and she clung to him with desperate hands. He was here. He was back. He was holding her again.
"N'lon is not in the lake Sorelle"
He set her down, breaking her grasp easily. "No, you're here," she replied, nodding up at him. Then, a reflected light from the lake shimmered on his face and her heart broke once again. "R'enh." Her breath caught in her throat and she felt as if her life's blood was draining from her body.
Sivarith had almost decided to join the Bronze in the water, when she felt Sorelle's pain. The large dragon stepped away from the tantalizing liquid, giving it one last longing look, and moved over to the retired weyrwoman. Very gently, she lowered her head and placed it against Sorelle's back. She could feel the woman trembling. "Mine,have strength." Sorelle leaned back against the massive head, her body light as a feather to the dragon.
"Sorelle, we're going to have someone come and help you search ok? The young woman was just trying to help you."
Her eyes flashed at him, "do not address me in that tone," she said, "You have no right to speak to me as if I were a weyrling!" She brushed his hands off of her shoulders and gestured to Solenne, "I already have help."
"I want a rider with her at all times even when she's in her right mind. Put something together and take charge of the rotation."
She put her hands on her hips and looked over at R'enh and P'vin. "I'm standing right here," she said, "and I do not have water in my ears."
"Thank you again."
Sorelle's eyes widened as he left. "As if I don't exist at all," she murmured. "You do." Sorelle closed her eyes and reached back, rubbing the soft head behind her.
"So, bow-leg-herder," she said to Solenne, "let me get a look at your beast." Off in the distance, she saw the others gathering in an excited knot. "Unless you, also, wish to leave my side."
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Post by K'vys and Oneth on Jul 7, 2010 21:12:15 GMT -5
The end. The end was finally in sight. K'vys led Oneth down into the bowl. Most of the others had arrived already, but he and some of the other weyrlings had had to stop more often, putting them far behind the others.
When Oneth touched down, the poor brown nearly collapsed on the warm ground. As K’vys slid from his back, his own legs could barely hold him. Neither had been ready for this endeavor when they’d set out from Telgar with L’yst, the Weyrlingmaster.
With his legs literally shaking under him, K’vys tried to remove the riding straps from Oneth.
K’vys. I hurt. Thirsty. Sleep., Oneth’s tired voice bespoke his rider.
K’vys wrapped his arms around the wedge-shaped head, wanting to cry at the sight and sound of his dragon taxed beyond what he should have been capable of.
I know, Oneth. I know. But we can’t sleep yet. You were amazing, my friend. K’vys stroked the young brown dragons head, feeling a welling of emotion brought on by his fatigue and his near inability to comprehend all that had happened at such a young age.
Quivering with fatigue, anxiety, and the emotions of all that had happened, K’vys managed to walk beside Oneth the short distance to the pool of water. He hadn’t even gotten the riding straps free of his young dragon. The pair was so close to literally falling over that they didn’t notice either of the women or the quivering beast. How they managed to not see the giant golden queen was hard to believe, but they did not.
With Oneth drinking eagerly of the water, K’vys fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands. He could barely stand after the long journey and his exhaustion took a great toll on him as he sat there beside his dragon and cried. Unaware of the others and unable to stop the sorrow and fatigue that seemed to want to envelop him into blissful darkness.
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Post by Lilia on Jul 8, 2010 8:38:08 GMT -5
Lilia was a Harper and a Master. Part of her training had been acting and all the positions to portray emotions were in her repertoire. But what she saw across the sands wasn’t just acting it was just a lad not full grown finally giving way to grief.
She had tried with her music over the each evening of their escape to ease troubled minds and hearts with light songs. She’d searched what records she’d brought and hadn’t found anything in the teaching ballads about fire and destruction from the sky. She saw weariness all around her but this youngling was in the midst of his pain and she could not just stand idly by.
Her heart, both the Harper and the Mother reached out to him. Maybe it was his age, so close to Renhick’s. She hadn’t missed the action when R’enh had dived into the lake to pull Sorelle out of it. She hoped to help her as well once she let anyone other than dragoriders near her. Years she had spent at Benden Weyr and had known the Weyrwoman quite well but she was a stranger in her mind now and though Lilia had tried to reach out she’d met blank stares.
Lilia looked back at the young rider. She knew her own son would most likely follow his father into the skies, it was all he talked about now as he neared the age of candidacy. She shook her head and moved toward the back of the young rider and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry” she said in a soft voice as she bent down near him.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jul 8, 2010 13:02:22 GMT -5
B'lor had meant to talk with the other riders on the flight back, maybe get to to know them a little better, but to his chagrin he had fallen asleep. It had been all too easy to doze off as Imahyth flew steadily back to the island and he stared at the mesmerizing waves below. He hadn't even realized that he had fallen asleep until he opened his eyes and saw that Imahyth was coming in for a landing. Imahyth! Why didn't you wake me up? he asked, sighing and tilting his head, trying to get rid of a crook in his neck that had formed as he slept.
You needed rest,[/color] Imahyth said simply. He landed beside Kardenzoth, and B'lor jumped down from his dragon's back. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out the egg, which had survived the flight intact.
Just then Lorcan ran up to him, having seen Imahyth in the sky. "What is that?" The boy asked immediately, his gaze zeroing in on the tiny egg in his father's hands. "A wherry egg?"
"I'm fine, thank you," B'lor said dryly. Of course his son would be more interested in whatever he brought back than in his well-being. But then, it was his job to worry about Lorcan and Lorcan's job to be a nosy, curious little brat. "Of course it's not a wherry egg, silly. It's a...a mini dragon egg. You probably won't believe me until it hatches, though."
"There's no such thing as miniature dragons," Lorcan said, putting his hands on his hips. A teasing smile danced across his face, showing that he wanted to believe his father, but couldn't.
"These eggs are hard. We've got to get them to the warm sands. Now!" Maram's command rang out, and B'lor guessed that one of the others had already told her about the miniature dragons. "Sorry, got to go. Please make yourself useful somewhere." He ruffled his son's hair and went to put the egg safely in the sand, leaving a rather frustrated Lorcan behind.
He followed Maram into the hatching cavern. The sand was warm, even without a clutch. B'lor looked around at the cavern that would soon hold the future of their new Weyr. They were lucky to have found a Weyr that already had Hatching sands in place. Bending down, he lay the egg gently in the sand.
The heat just seemed to make him more tired. B'lor didn't linger on the sands. Leaving the egg in the care of the watchers, he went back out into the weyrbowl. Finding a weyr was his first priority now. No way was he spending another night camped outside.
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Post by Darvin on Jul 8, 2010 14:30:27 GMT -5
He hugged her tightly, and patted her on the back, "Alright, kid. Go make me proud out there. This," he gestured, "Is our new family. Let's meet 'em."
He turned, and walked out over the warm, grainy sands, looking all around. Finally, he headed toward the ground Weyrs at the north end of the bowl, where he began to help a small group clear out fallen debris from the cave's entrance.
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Post by salamander on Jul 8, 2010 15:13:09 GMT -5
Oh yes, something was definitely wrong with this woman. That much was clear to Solenne. What exactly was wrong with her, however, was not certain.
Most likely it had to do with the trauma of the meteor showers. The apprentice frowned deeply, also getting caught in memory she had been trying to replace with the excitement and optimism of starting fresh.
Solenne, too, had suffered losses as the chunks of rocks had decimated beasts she had raised from when she was a child and upheaved the majestic fields she had worked hard to keep in good order. But none of it compared to the perceived loss of her brother, having left her not shortly before for Journeyman work. That had been the beginning of the tragedy for her. Again, Solenne solemnly wondered where her sibling was, or if he was even still alive.
In her musings, the young woman missed most of the fuss going on around her since it was not directed at her. The only variable she remained aware of was the constant tugging on the rope tied around her waist. Shortly the Goldrider pulled her out of her thoughtful state, as a bronzerider pulled her out of the lake.
“A breeder? No, however I may wish my Lady, I’m just a lowly apprentice,” she replied. Obviously, one of her stature was not free to abandon a Weyrwoman, even an ex-Weyrwoman, or a Bronzerider, so she would be staying. Wading out of the lake, the girl reeled the calf in like a reverse-fisherman.
“So, of course, I get the worse of the stock.” Shrug. “Not much to examine, really. Just, ah, could you maybe… ask your dragon—your beautiful Gold—to keep at a distance? Even normal beasts fear the mighty dragon, I am sure you know, but this one seems to be extra skittish.”
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Post by sorelle on Jul 8, 2010 15:38:03 GMT -5
"I’m just a lowly apprentice.”
Sorelle shook her head at the young woman, "never ever say that again, least of all in my presence," she said. "The weyr is built on the backs of those such as yourself. You are a key to our future."
"Step back," she told the gold behind her, "your great beauty is making the beast nervous, and the other as well." Sivarith stepped back only a few feet. Her attention was still on Sorelle and she was not sure yet if the danger had passed.
Sorelle stepped over to the animal and knelt down next to it. "Bow-legs, hm," she smiled, examining every inch of the creature with her eyes, then she set her hand down on its back. It shivered slightly at her touch, but soon was leaning against her hand. "Affectionate," Sorelle laughed. "I will not eat this one tonight," she added.
Just then, she spotted a young man sobbing by the water's edge. In her bare feet, Sorelle ran over to him and dropped down by his side, her arm around his shoulder, "what is it, child," she asked.
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Post by salamander on Jul 8, 2010 15:48:35 GMT -5
Solenne couldn't help but perk on eyebrow quizzically at Sorelle. She wasn't depreciating herself; it was just the truth. And it'd lead her to make something better of herself. But if the Weyrwoman wanted her to keep quiet, then she'd keep quiet.
Silently she watched the woman inspect the calf. At first she was surprised by the thoroughness of the exam, and wondered if the Goldrider had been a Beastcrafter in a previous life. But then she caught herself. Of course the woman knew of such things! It wasn't like she was in charge of domestic affairs for an entire Weyr or anything. Solenne almost slapped herself at her own stupidity.
"I suppose it just needed someone to show it what affection is," Solenne noted, watching with increased interest as the calf seemed to ease, if only slightly. Unfortunately, with so many beasts to care for, Solenne's own affections had to be saved for absolute favorites. Fortunately, this calf was starting to fall in the category.
Oop, then the Weyrwomen left suddenly. Solenne shrugged. It wasn't surprising, given her earlier performance. And as much as she wanted to follow, she had her own tasks to attend. Gently the young woman led the calf back to the herd, being sure to take her time and show the thing some affection.
It helped considerably.
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