Lan
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Post by Lan on Feb 25, 2011 20:38:39 GMT -5
Mine has rope, A message reached Waroth from across the Bowl, causing her to growl once again in irritation. Now some new green had the rope? That was just ridiculous! She trumpeted out again, her displeasure at the whole run-around of this scheme irritating her far worse now than even the captive in her clutches. Really? Seriously? Every breath was a hiss as she seethed at the delay in her triumphant return. Didn't they know that securing these foul spies were the most important task of the moment? Let the healers tend to the wounded and the sad, there was work to be done! Real work!
Bring the rope here. The red replied to the green, a commanding tone in her voice that she didn't bother to hide with condescension. She stayed connected to the other's mind long enough to present a picture of herself and her rider's location before retreating again. Greens. They weren't worth much of her time. In particular ones that kept her waiting. Waroth did not like to be kept waiting. Turning her eyes to her rider, now whirring slower and slower as the adrenaline from the hunt began to wane, she passed on the information, The rope is on its way, Then, with a dissatisfied grunt, she added, It took them long enough. Idiots.
Nimara rubbed her temples with one hand, sighing as she continued to influence the emotions of the irritated dragoness. Well, at least it was working this time. Usually the red would be outwardly fuming right now. Passive aggressive behavior, at the very least, was much easier to deal with. It was more like whining. Children whined. It was the murderous rampages that she wished to avoid. Still, she grew worried as she heard the sound of claws flexing into and out of the ground. The assassin was still held firmly, though, and he was far from dead. That was what mattered. Unlike her unruly dragon, she waited patiently for the tools to finish with this monster. Already they day seemed much longer than it really was. She just wanted it to be over with. How long would Dalibor be persecuted? Especially right before the Pass was about to start! It didn't make any sense.
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Post by kitsufox on Feb 26, 2011 13:28:54 GMT -5
"Helioth only does what he wants." L'ryn mumbled, letting the girls fuss. If his mother had taught him anything, it was to let females have their ways when they got fussy. I will make sure that Ansyth knows his is needed here, but more arrows than this one were let fly today. The little viridian sent the message, just worried that all the healers would be busy with the more seriously injured. His might have to wait while others were treated, and that was as it should be, but it did not mean Helioth had to be happy with the situation.
"He told Ansyth." L'ryn leaned heavily on girls, for once thanking Faranth that he was as small as he was. His brain was sluggish, slow, and having difficulty processing much of what was happening around him. He didn't fight as he was helped toward the infirmary, instead doing his level best to help them. Every step made him feel more like sleeping. Or at least taking a rest. You will do no such thing. You'll keep walking and stay awake while the healer fixes you. The voice in his head had an undertone of worry, but the fact that Helioth was worried warmed him. L'ryn used it as a place to draw additional strength from. He would not worry his dragon. If you didn't want me worried, you should have dodged.
L'ryn couldn't help it. He was laughing with an almost hysteric edge at the dragon's comment. He didn't fight it. Laughter was better than the throb in his arm or thoughts of how far the infirmary was. Helioth just crooned, nudging his rider in an effort to keep him from forgetting that he needed to keep walking. They would reach the healers sooner if he didn't stop.
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Post by purnip on Feb 26, 2011 13:33:46 GMT -5
L'am was unspeakably grateful that Aimeth was able to take a civil approach for a change. Not that he thought the Green was utterly incapable of changing her tune, but he never expected her to react to anything he said or did with any emotion short of contempt and exuberant hatred. For that reason, he held his ground more surely, glancing to Sonia to make sure she wasn't trying to put weight on that foot again. Maybe it wasn't a serious injury, but if something was broken, walking around on it would make it a lot worse. L'am didn't have to be a well-studied healer to know that.
As he expected, Sonia didn't appear to believe him. Considering what he had just admit to her, part of him was relieved by this. How pathetic she must think him to be, revealing something like that? If she thought he was lying, she'd see it as some well placed tactic to win this little struggle between them. It actually wasn't. The Bronzerider wasn't thinking of the best thing to say in order to get answers this time. He was looking for her approval. For some reason that actually mattered a lot more than it should have--at least since five turns ago when he couldn't care less about the opinions of others as long as everyone thought him to be responsible and dependable.
Besides, now was not a time to make failed attempts at passes.
He actually had to try not to smile when Sonia replied to Aimeth, whatever it was the Green must have said. He was pretty flattered, but with all his might he held it back and kept his attentions on the plan. Sonia was insisting on tying up the assassin herself. Of course, L'am was quite against this. The man could have some sort of blade on his person. "Maybe I should help hold him back. He might still be armed," L'am suggested. But he was already obediently holding out the rope for Sonia to take. To outright argue with her would be pointless. Besides, he didn't want to get close to Aimeth after annoying her rider. The Green might not be so civil then.
Mine, the healers are engaged. Is Aimeth's okay? Should I come over and help her too?
Lebeth must have forgotten how much of a bad idea it was to approach Aimeth at a time like this, but L'am didn't expect any different. He always admired that sweet, yet naive attitude that his dragon was often so partial to. Hold your position. Aimeth might not approve of the crowding.
The dragon gave a huff through his nose, wondering what his rider meant of that. He was just one dragon. How could he be a crowd? Suede settled on the dragon's noggin, chattering that he might like to see what he could do to help. Lebeth decided maybe it was best to send Suede along in his place then. No way a flitter could constitute as a crowd, eh? The Blue dove off the dragon's head and flew towards his human's location.
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Post by willow on Feb 26, 2011 14:13:47 GMT -5
The smaller Candidate shook her head at Naraevhyn's question. "It's too messy out here and they have to run a triage. Doing so with riders out here while the rest are in the infirmary is too confusing. Those who can should be moved before treatment, there's too much dirt out here and we would risk infection." She talked while walking, adjusting her position against L'ryn every few steps. There was an assertive, confident edge to her tone that was absent in most other occasions; in truth, she was talking more to L'ryn benefit than to Naraevhyn's, even if for the rider it was probably just background noise. "C'fael and Cleo will be along soon."
The sooner they got out of the open, the better. The dragons seemed to have dealt with the threat, but there might be other hidden dangers around the Bowl and L'ryn was a burden difficult to manage.
"If they are still too busy when we get to the infirmary, I can handle it." She had never removed an arrow out of living flesh before, but there was a first time for everything; common sense dictated it would be gruesome, but not too difficult.
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Post by claire on Feb 26, 2011 14:58:28 GMT -5
Hearing the request - being rather generous with the description, 'demand' might be a better word - from the red, Nimueth banked a tight turn and homed in on the image of their location that had been sent. We're coming, she responded, completely without rancor at the imperious tone. Even from a distance the livid scarlet shade of the sub-queen's hide was unmistakable. Nimueth touched down lightly nearby, keeping her wings extended for balance as she turned toward dragon and rider.
J'en nodded to the other rider, a redheaded young woman who looked like she had a headache coming on. "Here you go," he said, throwing a length of rope down to her to bind the captured assassin with. The situation at least appearing to be getting back under their control, even if the reasons behind it were still a complete mystery. Introspection wasn't really in his nature anyway. Presumably the whole mess would be getting sorted out in due course; for the time being there were more immediate problems on hand.
"Got it all under control?" he added, looping the remaining rope back over his shoulder. It only seemed fair to confirm he couldn't be of any further assistance before heading off again to continue distributing the rope.
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Post by veritas on Feb 26, 2011 17:51:35 GMT -5
In spite of himself, Jerrith was somewhat amused at the reaction Qosis had provoked from the little fair. The man's attitude wasn't sitting terribly well with him; whether that was what had prompted the fire-lizards' reactions or not, it still felt... fitting? Something.
At any rate, there were riders around now. He could take cues and instructions from them. He did set the one assassin's weapons more or less where Qosis had indicated; from there, he paced along the row, looking for any sign of the others' weapons. Not that he really expected to find any - even if being snatched up and carried here by dragons had left the weapons intact and on their persons, other people had had opportunity to search them already - but it was something he could do.
And that was a comforting thing, against the pounding headache that was starting to weigh upon him.
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Post by matsi on Feb 27, 2011 0:51:38 GMT -5
P’rth was about to loose it when no one answered at first, then Aith let out a calming croon as she landed next to Vee on his ledge. Then, her voice reached his ears. He buried his face into her hair as she clung to him. His heart was still pounding in his chest in panic, to the point that he was shaking lightly as he held to Amara. Her sweet smell raced through his nose and into his brain, slowly calming his panicking nerves. Yet, he couldn’t let go of her. He was, for some reason, convinced that this was just a cruel dream and she was really gone, killed by the random attack with Vee betweening into death after her. Mine, speak to her. It will reassure you both, My Love Mine, Aith crooned as she wrapped her own neck around Vee’s. She let out a soft sound like that of a purr as her eyes whirled with calming colors. At the sound of Aith’s calming voice, P’rth realized that he had his eyes clinched shut tightly. Slowly, he opened them and looked down at Amara and he pulled her away from his body to look her over. ”A-are you alright, honey?” He asked in calmest voice he could manage. Stepping back from her, he looked her up and down, searching for any signs of blood, swelling, or signs of pain in the young woman. Mine! You have never been so afraid, Aith teased Hers softly as she tried to block her saddened mind from the sorrow of the rest of the weyr. She didn’t want to be sad. She wanted to be happy. Shut up, Aith, P’rth silently snapped back. He wasn’t in the mood to be teased right now. ”I swear if you had gotten hurt, I would have killed you and Vee both,” P’rth said as he pulled the girl close again. He lightly kissed her forehead and sighed deeply. His limbs had finally stopped shaking. Whats the damage, Aith, He finally asked his pink that was crooning to her black lover. A few have died, and a few are wounded, including weyrlings. The killers have been caught, My Love Mine, She reported to Hers softly. But let us not linger on sad subjects. Rejoice that more did not die. The losses are terrible, yes, but……I forgot where I was going with that… Aith raised her head, confused and trying to regain her thought process, but she failed. Accepting her failure, she placed her head onto Vee’s back and inspected his healing wounds. Her eyes were dotted with red. How dare that red harm her Vee…but that anger was for another day…
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Post by RavenSong on Feb 27, 2011 6:19:24 GMT -5
Naraevhyn listened quietly to L'ryn, nodding as he reported his dragon's report.
"Good, good," she said. She flashed the viridian dragonet a warm smile. "Thank you, Helioth," she murmured. She still wasn't sure how to address a dragon, being just a candidate, and L'ryn's sudden laughter worried her. Why was he laughing? Naraevhyn hadn't the slightest clue.
"Are you okay, L'ryn? Please keep speaking to us so we know you are okay." Helioth's nudge to his rider startled her a bit. She nearly stumbled, blinking at the dragon, but kept on. She listened quietly to Firane, nodding at her words.
"Alright, I suppose that makes sense. I did not ever work in the Hold infirmary, I spent my time in the kitchens. I will defer to your knowledge, as it is superior to mine in this area." She continued to help carry L'ryn to the infirmary. "Is carrying him there the only way we can aid him? I do not think it would be a good thing if he were to suddenly die as we carried him." The girl sounded worried. Green eyes glanced between L'ryn and his dragon. She then focused on L'ryn, watching to make sure he wasn't about to pass out or outright die on them. She wasn't sure if she could handle someone dying right in front of her. As it was, this situation had her somewhat stressed. She didn't know exactly what had happened, after all.
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K'var blinked as Qosis grabbed his hand, wondering what the flit-infested Candidate was doing. It soon became apparent when the boy gave his captive over, and the bluerider grinned. Argotath scooted closer to Nimueth, obviously flirting. He huffed his discontent as the green flew off. I like her, he said. Hers seems nice as well.
"Sick of the flits bothering you, huh?" K'var asked Qosis, ignoring his dragon's commentary for now. "I don't think they're enemy flits, I'm pretty sure I've seen them around the Weyr before. Argotath, can you let them know they're appreciated, and that we have it under control here?" As he spoke, the bluerider carried the assassin into the sands and unceremoniously dumped her there, next to her compatriots.
Of course, the dragon replied. He swiveled his head towards the flits and crooned at them. Hey! You don't need to harass the boy, he gave his captive to Mine. You can sit on me, if you want. Bip does. As if to punctuate the blue's point, Bip did a few aerial somersaults and landed on Argotath's head. She chirped at the other flits and moved over, then tucked her wings back and gave a low trill, inviting the fair to share her perch. She liked it up there and communicated as much, even showing them how high off the ground Argotath's head was. She liked her big blue friend a lot. Argotath held perfectly still as Bip demonstrated to the other flits how safe his head was. His eyes lost their red colour and went back to their normal, cheerful blue. The green flit's simple nature seemed to relax the big dragon.
K'var crossed his arms and looked at the candidates. He nodded once. "Nicely done," he said, praising them. A warm smile crossed his face, lighting up his blue-green eyes. He ran a gloved hand through his red hair, making it stick up, then stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Now we just wait for Kalith and Fajra," he said. "If you want to stick around so you can claim your catch, I'm sure they'd be appreciative." He smiled at the kids once more. His thoughts wandered a bit as he turned his attention to the assassins being held within the Hatching Sands, wondering foremost where they came from, and secondarily when the Queen and her rider would arrive.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Feb 27, 2011 14:48:46 GMT -5
P'rth was okay. He was okay. Amara did her best to slow her breathing, though she stubbornly refused to let go of P'rth. Her best friend and . . . well, he was P'rth and he was all right.
She gave a startled squeak, however, when he moved her away from his body. She glanced up at his face and gave a timid smile. "I'm fine..." Yes, Amara was. The fact that she had been worried about him seemed to be a small detail now. "How about you?" The fear that had pounded in her veins, sending her heart rate spiking, was slowly becoming obsolete. Those that mattered were okay. It was a bit selfish of her, yes, but Amara knew what mattered to her.
Amara gave a ginger smile at his next words and leaned against his body. "That's why we didn't get hurt." She smiled, inhaling P'rth's scent. Everything would be all right, she decided with a slight smile. Of course, that didn't stop her from wriggling awkwardly when P'rth kissed her forehead. She still had trouble accepting the fact that P'rth actually liked her. It made her feel happy, but it was still startling most of the time.
She gave a soft hum and buried her face in P'rth's chest. "I'm glad you're not dead." She muttered, voice muffled by his skin.
Despite the chaos that was going on outside of her personal weyr, Amara's world was complete in that moment. She had P'rth with her right then. T'lar and Jasra were okay. Dragns were dead, yes, but those that mattered to her weren't dead. That was exceedingly important, more so than the rest of the Weyr was to her. Veejarth and her friends were alive and all right. That was all that she cared about.
Meanwhile, Veejarth crooned softly as Aith rested her head on his back. Hello, Aith. [/i] Despite the ever present formal tone to his voice, he made it clear that he was delighted to see her with his gently whirling gaze and welcoming croon. He, like His, was glad to see P'rth and Aith. Are you and Yours all right? You have not been hurt, have you?[/i] the black shifted slightly, giving a comforting rumble.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Admin on Mar 1, 2011 16:21:27 GMT -5
I will live my life as a lobsterman's wife, On an island in the blue bay. He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea, And close to my heart he'll always stay.
Jary ignored Argotath, quite enjoying trying to beat Qosis's ear off with his wing. Olya, quickly bored with the candidate, also ignored the dragon, but he soared up to Bip anyway, chattering to her and peering down curiously as he hovered above her living perch. Of the three, Eulo was the only one who turned to Argotath, but it was not because she was about to listen. She abandoned Qosis with a snort and rose up, coming to hover inches from the dragon's face so that he couldn't look at anything but her. She had puffed herself out to her full size, that of a large but slender cat, and fixed him with a swirling yellow stare that quite obviously conveyed 'boy, you might be a dragon, but you are a blue, and I am a gold, so don't even start with me'. With that, she disappeared. She had eggs to watch. Ruy remained with Malissa, liking her, and Ife hopped off to join him.
Sonia bit back more than a few sarcastic comments to L'am's offer of holding the captive back. L'am was only worrying because he was smart and manipulative. She didn't see him as much of a physical threat. Dragonrider or not, he was more of a very conniving puppy dog. She guessed that description really was spot on. "Yes, perhaps you should." Her quiet obedience had returned, but right then, she was using it for an obvious purpose. She didn't wish to argue with him and it wouldn't do her any harm for him to hold the foolish assassin while she tied the knots. Accepting the proffered rope, Sonia slip forward on her rump, making no attempts to stand up. Aimeth still held the captive, but very slowly, she slid the man, face down in the dirt, over towards L'am and Sonia and then released the rest of the pressure. As soon as the assassin was anywhere close to free, she lowered her head next to L'am so that her mouth was right next to the captive man. Her tongue snaked out, inches from the killer's legs.
Playful but firm, Sonia swatted the large green nose out of the way, smiling when she received a snort of warm air to the face in reply, and then set about tying up the assassin before her. There was nothing gentle about her movements. Her secretly quite kind demeanor was replaced by quiet aggression. She rested her elbow on the man's head, making it clear that he wasn't getting up, and she tugged at his hands, pulling them into place even when he struggled. He wasn't getting up; it wasn't a question. She wasn't allowing it. Maybe L'am would help a little, but she took to ignoring the bronzerider, focusing on her work. Her slender fingers nimbly wrapped the rope around the captive's wrists and tied it into neat knots. The movements of her hands only stopped briefly when she forgot the next step for a moment. It had been a long, long time since she'd fished.
In a rush of metallic hide and muscle, Kalith surged suddenly into the air, abandoning the dark gloom of her weyr. She dove down to the hatching cavern, surging through the entrance, and spread her wings wide to slow her descent. Landing upon the lowest ledge above the stands with the clicking of claws, she turned and hissed a greeting to those standing in HER HATCHING CAVERN. Leave; she ordered the dragons present, using her body language to make it clear to the others what she meant. The light from Rukbat sinking low outside flashed across her hide, emphasizing the scars on her chest as she leaned back on her haunches. Veteran of the only dragon war of Pern and Queen supreme, the captives were hers and belonged to no other. Leave the captives here and then remove yourselves; the copper repeated, extending the broadcast to the rest of the Weyr. Her claws curled dangerously around the edge of her claimed ledge.
Far away far away, I want to go far away, To a new life on a new shore line. Where the water is blue and the people are new, To another island, in another life.
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