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Post by K'vys and Oneth on Jul 8, 2010 19:12:12 GMT -5
He couldn't stop the gasps and sobs that shook his whole body. They'd pushed themselves too far, too fast after L'yst had left on his assignment, now they would both pay the price for trying to prove something.
K'vys's sobs were gut-wrenching and seemed to suck any breath he had from his body. Oneth, so weary himself from the strenuous flight, turned a worried but wearied head towards his mate. The dragon couldn't even summon the energy to lift his legs or wings to try and help the one he loved. He keened a low, soulful sound at failing his dearest friend.
K'vys found himself gasping to try and stop the sobs and bring air back into his lungs, but he couldn't. His body was so taxed it was almost shutting down on him. That was when he felt the hand on his shoulder. It couldn't be Janarva, his mother, but the hand felt like hers.
When he heard Oneth's sad sound, he tried to turn, tried to get up to go to his dragon, but his legs wouldn't hold him. They burned as though the flesh had been seared by fire. K'vys gasped at the shock of it all. Then he felt another arm, more soothing words, but he couldn't hear them. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't...
That was when he started retching on the ground itself, aftereffects of the gut-wrenching sobs that had attacked him. He could sense Oneth trying to reach him, but everything was fuzzy. He ached both physically and emotionally. When he finally collapsed onto the ground, he caught a glimpse two faces, both framed with brown curly locks...just like his mother had been. And then darkness claimed him.
Tag Sorelle/Lilia/Any
Feel free to move K'yvs anywhere you need to with my permission!
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Post by sorelle on Jul 8, 2010 19:35:08 GMT -5
As K'vys continued sobbing, ignoring the pleas of the two women who sat on either side of him, Sorelle looked over at Lilia. A slight glimmer of recognition crossed her face, but then it was lost. "Breathe, young one," Sorelle said to K'vys, but then she jumped back as he began wretching. Sorelle tripped over a stone and fell backwards onto the sandy shore.
"He should go to an infirmary," she said to Lilia. His anguish was almost palpable. There had been too much death. Too many people had lost their... their...
It was then that she noticed the small insects walking in a line. Looking away from the boy whose heart was breaking, she watched the tiny dots in the sand. Her mind sought order and peace, and it found it in the most mundane places. Clueless to the lad's dilemma, Sorelle stood and followed the chain of insects until she was far away from the pain.
P'vin followed at a discreet distance, knowing that Lilia was capable of handling K'vys. Sivarith took to the air and flew ahead, landing just in front of Sorelle, blind to the fact that she had stomped on the insects as she landed. Sorelle stared at the massive, clawed foot. "Look what you've done," she thought. "You are not well." Sorelle waved a hand at Sivarith and dropped down next to the dragon's foot, trying to pry it off of the insects. "Move," she said, rather sharply. The golden foot moved aside and Sorelle began collecting the little insect bodies into her hand. "You guys all need healers," she said, shaking her head as she sat in the sand.
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Post by Lilia on Jul 9, 2010 9:31:34 GMT -5
"what is it, child,"
The Weyrwoman came to them and reached out to the obviously distressed young brownrider. Her heart for those in pain was well known to the Weyr and all those who knew how well she’d handled the tough job of organization of an entire weyr.
"He should go to an infirmary,"
Lilia smiled when Sorelle looked at her. She’d been at Benden for the 3 years since she’d walked the tables to Master of her craft. She’d taught the young, the apprentices and journeyman. She’d also entertained the Weyrleaders many evenings and enjoyed the company of N’lon and Sorelle.
But the change in Sorelle was sobering. Her eyes seemed to focus for a moment and then it seemed to take flight like a vitol.
Lilia’s eyes watered first at the obvious pain of the young weyrling and then for the Benden Weyrwoman. She grabbed the arm of a passing apprentice and asked him to pick up the now unconscious lad and help her get him to the infirmary. The lovely brown dragon seemed almost as distressed as his rider and disinclined to move from the side of the lake.
She wasn’t sure what to do yet she knew dragons understood human speech so she decided to take a chance and speak to the great queen directly.
“Sivarith, beautiful queen” she begged knowing no dragon could resist a queens orders. “Please? The young brown weyrling is not moving to the infirmary and he is in need of attention. Can you please command him to come with me?” she looked hopefully up toward the swirling eyes and from the corner of her eye saw the nod and smile from P’vin.
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Post by sorelle on Jul 9, 2010 10:54:41 GMT -5
Sivarith turned her attention away from Sorelle at the sound of the words from Lilia. Her large eyes swept over the dejected form of the Brown. "Have you forgotten your place," she asked him as she took a thundering step over to him. "Yours is in need of help. Your place is at his side." She arched her neck gracefully and extended her wings in a glorious stretch, being careful not to knock over Lilia. As she settled the wings back into place, she nudged the weyrling with her nose. "Go," she said, "be with him."
Sorelle overheard, and turned slightly, dropping several insect carcasses in the process. She mumbled something and began picking them up again. When she had finished, she walked back over to Lilia and held them out to the woman, "save them," she demanded.
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Post by Lilia on Jul 9, 2010 19:13:53 GMT -5
She didn’t need to hear the golden queen speak to the young brown her actions said it all. The great head dipped and nudged the tired weyrling. Lilia bowed “thank you” she said to the whirling eye that was as big as her head.
Sorelle was mumbling and then she was back with a hand full of insects. She closed her eyes a moment and held out her hand to accept what the Weyrwoman was giving her. She smiled again.
"save them,"
“Yes, I’m just going to the infirmary.” She nodded and bobbed a small curtsey. She moved slowly as the brown weyrling moved toward the entrance. She could see the poor babe was completely exhausted.
She moved around him and inside to find where his had been taken.
End Lilia/End K’vys and Oneth
(OOC) K’vys and Oneth moved and ended by permission of K’vys to Infirmary thread
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Post by nerys on Jul 10, 2010 21:00:47 GMT -5
After a long evening of helping around the Weyr as much as possible, Nerys asked about D'vin and was pointed in one direction. She found out that there was a place for her not far from his things, along one of the rock walls of the bowl. Many had gathered in this area until the lower caverns could be properly lighted and cleaned.
When she finally laid her head down to rest, Nerys fell quickly asleep. She didn't stir through the night as the exhaustion of the trip caught up with her. Tomorrow would be another day.
Tag Any -- End Nerys Onto the next morning!
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Post by Darvin on Jul 11, 2010 12:42:39 GMT -5
Darvin sighed, quietly, tired and worn, as he made his way back to his personal cave. He saw Nerys where he had set her up a small room of her own, and quietly bathed.
After his bath, scrubbed clean, he dropped into his bed. Despite his exhaustion, sleep came slowly, and dreams bore the rush of wind, the leathery snap of wings in flight, and that last, anguished keening.
End D'vin
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Post by Lilia on Jul 12, 2010 9:07:42 GMT -5
Lilia walked through the bowl of the new Weyr in the twilight before dusk. She'd found them quarters in the back of the second level near a huge classroom shed found that was equipped with benches.
She intended to claim if for a schoolroom the next day but right his moment she wanted to find her 11 year old son. She thought she heard his voice near the fire in the middle of the bowl.
As she got there though what she found was a pot of stew and her stomach growled. She grabbed a bowl from the drudge who tended the pot. This was much better than the usual gruel they'd been served while on their trip though they had been quite grateful for even that while they were traveling.
Finally she caught sight of her errant son and retrieved him. He reluctantly said goodbye to his friends as she dragged him off to have something to eat before finding their beds.
She glimpsed Mnoranth gliding up to one of the weyrs and shook her head before smiling at her memories. R'enh had been unfailing in his attention to his son even after his attention for her had faded. She'd been thankful for the time spent at Telgar when she was a Journeyman even though he was only a wing away and visited his son as time from his duties and training permitted.
Now a confirmed weyrbrat she knew he'd find his own place amongst the dragonriders. She didn't have him for much longer she knew that much. She did have a rather large job ahead of her with only a few apprentices and journeymen she'd found amongst the survivors. Her mind boggled and the number of scrolls of music that had been lost and knew she could spend her own lifetime just remembering and inking out new ones for what she did.
Tag any, if no one left... end Lilia
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Post by sorelle on Jul 12, 2010 15:33:07 GMT -5
Sorelle sat down in the sand near the lake for a while, watching Sivarith foraging. The Gold wasn't hungry, just bored. Once in a while Sorelle would hear her snatch something from the brush and the satisfying sound of bone crunching seconds later. The ex-weyrwoman's stomach grumbled and she stood up, wandering across the sand to where much of the activity was taking place, drawn by the fire and the smell of food. Sivarith followed, still crunching some unfortunate local creature.
As Sorelle passed Lilia, she stopped and stared at her for a moment. There was something she wanted to ask the woman, but for the life of her couldn't remember it at the moment. Shrugging, she just nodded and approached the stew. Before she could reach for it, a bowl was thrust into her hands and she just blinked at the man who was calling her 'Lady'.
This is not my home.
The world around her began swimming before her eyes and her hands trembled to the point that she spilled some of the stew onto the ground.
"Are you well, my Lady?"
"Yes, fine," she lied, waving him off with a stew-covered hand. She took two bites of the meal, then handed the bowl to a random weyrbrat who looked incredibly confused. Wiping her hands on her dress, she looked for Sivarith.
"We ride. Now!"
Sivarith flew over to her, knocking down a make-shift empty table with her wings. She could feel Sorelle's urgency. "Where?"
"Home," Sorelle thought and said out loud. "We're going home." She climbed up onto the back of the only creature who understood what she felt and, with a powerful thrust of Sivarith's mighty wings, they were off before anyone could react. "Tell them to stay back," she ordered. Sivarith sent out the word to the other dragons. None should follow. It was the order of a Queen and not one to be denied.
End Sorelle and Sivarith
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