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Post by Leo on Jul 30, 2010 18:36:43 GMT -5
“I, I might not be the best person to answer that question.”
Who would be the best person to ask? His family, friends? But who were they and where were they? Surely if their friend was injured they would come and see that friend or family member but all he had waking up to was this woman who didn't know his name, hell she even looked like she didn't know where he was.
Which was quite a point, why was she here by his side when he was unconscious. Maybe she did know him and didn't want to say anything. That thought along with the arrival of someone else tensed his muscles as he stared at the man.
Leo was going to ask but the man beat him to it. D'vin was his name, he wondered if that might be a nickname of sorts. Leo watched the man for a moment, the words sinking in more though not really making sense.
Northern continent of what? The only name he had got so far was 'Dragon Weyr', at least he seemed to know how to pronounce it now that he heard it from two different mouths.
When asked if he alright, Leo felt a flash of anger spin through his body but it quickly went but spurred back soon enough when the woman spoke for him in terms of who he was. He could that she was being nice but just because he was... Leo ignored his thoughts as he looked at D'vin.
"No, I'm not okay." Leo said simply, hoping that this man would understand why without it being said clearly in front of him.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 30, 2010 19:54:11 GMT -5
"Quit manhandling me,"
He laughed at her and let go then watched as the giant Gold took off. "Sivarith's eating again," Sorelle said to him. "She's going to get fat and not be able to lift off if she keeps this up."
R’enh briefly wondered what would cause the gold to eat frequently. It was certainly odd. He’d have to talk to Maram to see if there was any need to worry.
The brownrider seemed to awaken and that grabbed her attention. Sorelle pushed away from him and ran back to him. From the man’s knot he was from High Reaches and a Wingsecond. That was good if he was healthy. An experienced wingsecond could be invaluable to their future. Especially one who was obviously mature. He had a feeling their average dragonrider age was going to be dropping with the next clutch and each additional one after that.
"he threw up his breakfast."
She turned to him in shock and he saw her eyes focus on his knot. "But N'lon is Weyrleader," she said, her breath coming in short gasps. "And I'm..."
“Tell Chalarath we need Maram” he spoke wordlessly to his lifemate.
“Sorelle” he said trying to calm her down. “That was Benden” this was so touchy. “This isn’t Benden it’s a new Weyr and the first queen to rise was Chalarath…”
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 30, 2010 22:47:42 GMT -5
Mnoranth's beckons us. Sivarith has returned.
Maram's head jerked up from the task she'd been seeing to in the back of the kitchens. Dropping the crate back where it was, she apologized to those around her, stating she had to go, and quickly darted out of the caverns, weaving her way up the tunnel to the Weyrbowl.
Where? She started to ask Chalarath, when she caught sight of Sivarith taking flight towards the feeding grounds.
Infirmary Came the reply. A dead-weight almost settled in her stomach at that thought. What had happened? Was Sorelle hurt? Quickly hoisting her skirts, Maram darted across the bowl and into the infirmary. Blinking for a moment in the entrance as she adjusted to the difference between sunlight and the cavern space.
"R'enh," Maram moved forward quickly, her eyes darting a questioning look in his direction.
"Sorelle, we are so glad you have returned to us." Maram had noted the man lying on the bed out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't truly notice him or pay him much heed yet as she had no idea what was happening.
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Post by sorelle on Jul 30, 2010 23:04:17 GMT -5
“Sorelle... That was Benden... This isn’t Benden it’s a new Weyr and the first queen to rise was Chalarath…”
"But..."
Things were happening way too fast.
"Chalarath?" She could see the beautiful gold in her mind's eye, and her young rider. From what she knew of Maram, she was a quick study, though strong-headed sometimes.
"Sorelle, we are so glad you have returned to us."
The image in her mind was replaced by the real thing and Sorelle took a step backwards, colliding with the Healer. She looked from R'enh to Maram and back again, then walked forward and slapped R'enh hard on the arm. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked up at him and said, "why didn't you tell me?!"
Turning away from him, she ran over to Maram and gave her a huge hug, "your own Weyr!" Tugging on Maram, she pulled her over to R'ehn and said in a conspiratorial voice, "don't tell N'lon. He seems awfully confused as it is." She gestured minutely at J'lor.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 31, 2010 8:45:38 GMT -5
"why didn't you tell me?!"
When she smacked him a slow smile lit his face and he turned to his own beautiful weyrmate. He crossed toward Maram as Sorelle ran to her and hugged her then pulled them together. He put his arm around Maram and hugged her to him slightly with the one arm and kissed her hair.
"your own Weyr!"
She lowered her voice conspiratorially "don't tell N'lon. He seems awfully confused as it is."
He chuckled and shook his head. Sorelle seemed happier than she’d been the entire trip and no wonder; she thought her lost love had returned to her. He hugged Maram again, this time in warning.
He crossed to the injured rider who did indeed look a great deal like the lost Benden Weyrleader. “How are you feeling” he asked and rolled his eyes when he knew the demented Weyrwoman didn’t see. “…N’lon?”
He thought he saw a bit of understanding in the man’s eyes and then he remembered that N’lon had a brother. He struggled to remember the name but couldn’t bring it to the surface.
“We’re lucky to have you.” he said with meaning and touched the man’s shoulder knot. He nodded to the brownrider. “Get some rest, we’ll be back to talk to you later.” He turned to the Master Healer. “Thank you.” he said courteously to the man.
He returned to the two Weyrwomen.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Aug 1, 2010 8:37:55 GMT -5
Maram smiled broadly when Sorelle all but tried to scoop her up into her arms. She couldn't hide the pleasure she felt at knowing she had, indeed, succeeded at becoming Weyrwoman. A hint of sorrow tinged the pleasure though, as she recalled all the reasons she was here in the first place.
"Thank you Sorelle," Maram said with an almost little laugh at the woman's exuberance. Yet, Sorelle's words left Maram standing with a frozen smile on her face. They'd found N'lon!
Maram's eyes shifted quickly to the man on the bed. She had met N'lon once, when he had come to Igen for a meeting with H'tran. Maram's eyes scanned the man on the bed and he looked very much like the man she remembered seeing once, but she honestly could not have said if he was or wasn't N'lon.
When she turned questioning eyes towards R'enh all she got a rather firm hug, which only left her with more questions. What was he trying to tell her? Was N'lon so badly injured that there was no hope? She tossed her gaze back to the man, who didn't seem to be on his deathbed.
"Sorelle," She said, smiling at the other weyrwoman. "I'm so glad you found him and brought him back to us. I'm sure the healer's will help him. What happened when you left us?"
Maram happened to catch R'enh touching N'lon's shoulder knot over Sorelle's shoulder and she found herself even more confused. A brownrider? So...her thoughts were churning a mile a minute all the while she tried to keep her attention focused solely on Sorelle.
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Post by sorelle on Aug 1, 2010 12:40:53 GMT -5
“We’re lucky to have you. Get some rest, we’ll be back to talk to you later.”
"We're leaving," Sorelle asked. "I can't leave him. I have to--"
"Sorelle, I'm so glad you found him and brought him back to us. I'm sure the healers will help him. What happened when you left us?"
"I went back to Benden," she said, "but it's all destroyed. I managed to get many of the records." She looked outside and noticed the bluerider had gone. She hoped he would be able to find where she had left them. She was still angry at R'enh from not letting her go. It would have saved a lot of time, or so she imagined. "They will be helpful to you for this Weyr."
"Feromith has returned."
That was fast.
Sorelle watched as the bluerider came into Infirmary, a bag slung jauntily over his shoulder. He stopped in front of Maram, "My Lady, your records." Sorelle scowled at him and grabbed the bag from his hand. He started to protest when the Healer cleared his throat and shook his head.
"Where are my clothes," Sorelle asked the rider.
"Um..." He looked rather confused.
"Sivarith!"
The large dragon stopped gnawing on a huge bovine femur bone and tried not to feel guilty. Picking up the rest of the carcass in her mouth, she flew back to Tonuth's side and dropped it next to him, then stretched her neck out to finish swallowing.
"Mine is very strange."
Sivarith's head snapped up and her eyes changed color dramatically as Alorath's primal cry of pain transcended the distance from daughter to mother.
"Alorath is injured," Sivarith cried to Sorelle. Without waiting, she lifted off of the ground, leaving Tonuth behind in a flurry of dust and bovine remnants.
Sorelle touched R'enh's arm. "A green is hurt. Sivarith has gone to help." She chided the dragon for not waiting for her, but she knew the bond between a dragon and a child was very strong.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Aug 1, 2010 15:47:53 GMT -5
J'lor listened to those around him. It was amazing at times when you were sick that other people thought you'd gone deaf as well. He just shook his head and closed his eyes again.
Soon there were other voices. He looked around the pain in his head mostly gone. The infirmary looked half socked and like it had been abandoned
"You're awake," she said, stating the obvious. "he threw up his breakfast." Then she was gone again in a flash. “little dynamo” is what his brother had called her and he could see why. She just didn’t stop.
As he watched a Weyrleader he didn’t recognize approached after talking to Sorelle and embracing another woman who was obviously the Weyrwoman. Sorelle was obviously friendly with the pair, hugging the woman but he could only make out parts of what they were saying.
“How are you feeling” he asked and rolled his eyes toward the two women “…N’lon?” J’lor didn’t speak but inclined his head slightly. Obviously the Bronzrider understood his predicament somewhat. “We’re lucky to have you.” he said and touched his shoulder knot. “Get some rest, we’ll be back to talk to you later.” He nodded again and watched him go back to the pair
An apprentice brought him his requested cup of Klah. “Thanks” he said and sat up before reaching for it.. Then realized that his head throbbed but it wasn’t as painful as it had been.
Looking back up at the Master Healer and knowing Sorelle was out of earshot he beckoned the man. “I’m J’lor from High Reaches. The N’lon they speak of is or was my brother.”
His eyes welled up and he struggled against the grief that threatened to overwhelm him. The pain in his head had receded enough that he’d let loose of the iron control he’d tried so hard to maintain. He put down the cup before resting his head against his knees.
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Post by Darvin on Aug 1, 2010 16:36:23 GMT -5
D'vin nodded, and sighed, quietly, looking the man and any evident belongings over for any sign of where he came from, also taking in the man's appearance, looking for any obvious genetic or physical traits to be attributed to one of the Holds.
"What's the most recent thing you remember? Do you remember anything before waking up, just now?"
He glanced, aside, to the woman, after a moment, "And do you remember anything about the people who brought him in? Names, faces, anything?"
He looked back at Leo, "We'll do what we can to find someone who might know you."
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Aug 1, 2010 21:43:17 GMT -5
"I went back to Benden,"
Maram's eyes opened a bit wider at that thought. Benden was destroyed, just as she'd imagined it would be. All their former homes must have suffered a similar fate. Just as she was ready to ask Sorelle about the so-called records a rider approached and tried to hand them to her.
Before Maram could reach for them, Sorelle had them in her hands. It was her right to deliver them as she had been the one to go back and rescue them.
Then, events unfolded quickly. Suddenly Sorelle announced that Sivarith had gone off to help an injured green. Reaching out to Chalarath the gold responded.
Alorath is injured. Sivarith had already taken to the skies before I was aware of it. If she needs me I will go.
Maram sent feelings of understanding to her dragon in her response. Sivarith was more than capable of handling the situation. Chalarath would aide her only if she needed it.
"Sorelle, why don't we let...N'lon rest a bit. I would very much like it if you would show me the records." Worried that the goldrider would refuse to leave his side, just as Maram expected she would feel beside R'enh if he was injured...Maram blinked for a moment, shocked at how strong an emotion that thought brought to her.
"We wouldn't have to go far. There's a table in the corner over there. Then, if N'lon needs you, you can still be at his side."
Maram had stepped forward and gestured towards the table her other hand outstretched for Sorelle to take it and join her. She glanced towards R'enh, hoping he would be able to explain things to her sooner or later.
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Post by evelie on Aug 2, 2010 16:58:43 GMT -5
At D’vin’s question, Evelie laughed. Giggled, really, since Evelie didn’t ever fully outright laugh, at least not when things weren’t ‘joke’ funny, or meant to be funny. “I—I’m sorry, for giggling so, but if you haven’t seen, you might want to look now.” And she looked up to where the man’s voice had last come from and pointed to her eyes.
They woman’s eyes weren’t so much milky as unfocused. She had suffered damage to the back of her head, not her eyes, and so no cataracts marred her view. This was all nerve-endings and such that was no longer connected. She hadn’t meant to laugh, not really, but he must have seen her eyes before. She didn’t remember if she’d looked up at him or not, and even if she had, she couldn’t have seen him. In fact, she couldn’t have seen anything.
“I remember voices, that’s all. And I, uhm, I can’t see. I’m blind, have been for, well, since the meteorites fell.” Evelie shrugged, and turned back to the nameless man, or at least where she thought the nameless man was. She noticed that she’d relinquished some of her grip from the cot, and tried to sooth it to the best of her abilities.
“But maybe I can help you with the voices part. Uhm, there were two that brought him in. A man with a gruff-sounding voice, and a boy who could be in his early teens. If I remember correctly.” Evelie continued, feeling slightly happy that she was able to try to help. Though voices didn’t amount for much. And she shrugged helplessly then.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Aug 2, 2010 17:08:23 GMT -5
"A green is hurt. Sivarith has gone to help."
R'enh looked down at the tiny Weyrwoman. His fingers pressed the hand where it touched his arm. "Thank you" he said. He would much rather Chalarath not be subjected to that in her current condition. Sorelle was always good at that kind of thing and Sivarith very adept at controlling an injured dragon so that the healers could get to work. There was so much of the competent Senior Weyrwoman in Sorelle that it is was hard to fathom the blind spot where N'lon no longer stood.
He heard Maram's attempt to redirect Sorelle to help her with the records and threw her a smile of appreciation. His respect for her kept growing. He intended to talk to the rider once they could assure that Sorelle wasn't hanging on every word.
"Which green is injured?" He asked his life mate.
"Alorath" was the answer he got from the concerned bronze. "Alorath?" he responded he was immediately as concerned as Mnoranth. That was Chloe's life mate and Mnoranth had chased her and caught her in the past.
"Is there anything we need to do? How bad is it?" he asked Sorelle. Besides their brief liaison Chloe had been one of his own wingriders at Benden.
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Post by Leo on Aug 2, 2010 17:44:37 GMT -5
"What's the most recent thing you remember? Do you remember anything before waking up, just now?"
"No, nothing." Leo said clearly as he watched D'vin ask Evelie about who brought him in, now that was something he wanted to know. He waited for the answer but Eve's reaction was odd to say the least but as she spoke she made perfect sense.
So she was blind, his heart immediately went out to the poor woman. It seemed after every second and every breath he really believed this. No dream, no strange ruse but that didn't make it anymore comfortable.
Gruff voice and teen? Maybe it was a father and son who found him and who could give him some answers. Leo made looked away for a moment and then down at his wounded hand before looking back up at D'vin, catching his words.
Leo nodded slowly, with thanks.
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Post by sorelle on Aug 2, 2010 19:16:51 GMT -5
"Sorelle, why don't we let...N'lon rest a bit. I would very much like it if you would show me the records."
Reluctantly, Sorelle began to follow Maram to the table, but she was stopped by R'enh's question about Alorath.
"I don't know," she said, "Sivarith is only picking up on pain. She's almost--" Her eyes focused on something in the distance.
"Alorath's wing hangs," she said, repeating the words of her lifemate. "A blue has flown in a Healer. Sivarith is trying to calm Alorath." She could feel the concern of the mother for the child and it swelled Sorelle's heart. While many claimed a dragon's love for their offspring ended at first flight, dragonriders knew they never lost it. Sorelle had had many an argument with non-riders over the subject, neither side budging on their opinion. She smiled slightly, knowing that perhaps Sivarith's actions would speak louder than Sorelle's words.
Smiling at Maram, she walked over to the table and dumped out the contents of the large bag. Hides of various shades of brown, tan and cream tumbled out. Some were hundreds of Turns old, others more recent. "I didn't get a chance to sort them," she said, "but I grabbed all that I could."
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Aug 2, 2010 19:20:37 GMT -5
Tonuth was torn, he wanted to follow Sivarith yet he couldn’t leave J’lor just now. The grief of his rider was too potent and immediate.
J’lor finally got hold of himself. Right now this public place was not the time to lose it. His eyes spoke his pain as he looked up at the healer whoes hand had touched his shoulder as they shook.
He remembered the man’s question and as Sorelle was with the Weyrleader discussing something he looked up and then back to Sorelle before he spoke. “I am J’lor, my life mate is Tonuth we are… were from High Reaches.” His chin pointed at the dainty form of Sorelle. “My brother was her Weyrmate. She is confused and unable to deal with his death.” He shook his head sadly.
“How did you get the bump on the head?” asked the healer.
“I don’t really remember much,” he started “We were fleeing the fire raining down and went /between/ to Benden but it was destroyed. So much smoke and ash..” he coughed and reached again for the Klah. “We went for the coast, I must have done it then because the next thing I remember,” he had the grace to flush slightly “was Sorelle, she mistook me for N’lon, my brother.”
“Well the good news is there is nothing broken but you should rest.” Said the healer. “More Numbweed if it gets painful or fellis if you can’t sleep.” He thought a moment. Knowing the dragon kept watching through the door. “If you are feeling up to it, you can go to a weyr as long as there is someone to take care of you and give you the medicines if you need them. Your best course is sleep and food.”
J’lor’s face was a little puzzled. “Do I smell fresh bread?”
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