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Winter, 17th Turn, 11th Pass

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Winter continues on but for a lucky few it is not a factor as they travel south. Grove Weyr has called on Dalibor to assist them with exploring the deep jungle to the southeast of the Weyr. Warm weather sounds great and for a few days it is for the explorers.

Good things never last and those on the expedition soon meet huge snakes capable of crushing a human, huge felines - some of which are taken alive to be delivered somewhere, new fruits, new medicinal plants, and also a gorgeous bloom that no one has ever seen the likes of before! Other fauna in the jungle proves to be far more friendly as a number of riders and handlers return with winged snakes and some kind of bushy tailed rodent? No one is quite sure what they are but the beasthall will surely be interested in the new species!

Illness spreads through the expedition goers and then through Dalibor as well - possibly spread by someone who returned early from the expedition. No one is entirely sure what the catalyst for the illness was and it has an alarming fatality rate. For days there are large groups of people that are touch and go, healers work non-stop to keep them from perishing; for some their effort is in vain.


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 Posted: May 21 2015, 10:13 PM
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As much as she wished she could leave with the others and fight against the aggressors in Western there were a number of things that kept her in Dalibor. At the forefront was the need for stability. Dalibor had lost a number of Weyrwoman over the past few turns, the possibility of losing another was unthinkable. She could not risk other riders because of her unwillingness to Between at that time. It was important that the Weyr was prepared for any injured riders and dragons upon their return.

So as soon as the Wings had departed, Rayna began organising the Home Front. The infirmary was informed and prepared for the riders that would return. They were set to organising their supplies and extra beds were laid out. Some of the extra rooms in the Lower Caverns were converted to extra rooms to house the healers who would no doubt be pulling multiple shifts. Any candidate or Weyrling who was a trained healer was sent immediately down to the Lower Caverns to assist.

After the infirmary had been prepared and spoken to, Rayna had gathered the people together.
“Western, as you know, has fallen under attack. We do not yet know the force that has risen against them but it is entirely possible we will have injured by night’s end. Although you that remain cannot fight at Western know that your role is as important. We need to be prepared. Canyoncrosser Weyrlings will be our watches. You will have to assist any injured pairs down to the Infirmary.”

She addressed the older class of Weyrlings with a nod of her head. Although some riders had remained, she hoped to utilise the Weyrlings for this task and set the older riders to other duties.
“The riders who have remained must perform sweeps of the outskirts. Keep your eye on the skies for any returning dragonriders who seem to be struggling. Maintain your strength, you may be called into battle at any moment. As much as you can, ferry firestone to Western.” She would not risk the Weyrlings in this matter. Not when they didn’t know the true targets.

“Handlers will all be on high alert. I will not allow our Weyr to be left defenseless. If you see anything or anyone out of place inform someone straight away. It need not be said that wandering at this time is strictly prohibited.” Her gaze flickered to the candidates and young people of the Weyr. Hopefully the crecheworkers would keep the children under control but one thing she knew about children, they were incredibly curious.

“Candidates will assist with supplies and bagging of firestone. Assist in the preparation of salves and foods as directed by the Weyrfolk. Listen to the instructions of the Candidatemasters to receive your duties. If you have firelizards set them to watching the Weyr. If they see anything unusual inform someone immediately. Are there any questions?”

Dalibor Weyr will be united against this threat. We will stand together in solidarity. We are Dalibor!


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 Posted: May 22 2015, 12:39 AM
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Yrsavild had wasted little time. Shalith's appearance had garnered Entomath's attention; her sapphire eyes often on the skies after so many turns growing with her Mortal Rider where they worked in the infirmary. Her powerful bonded had removed the very leg from a dragon, why there was very little she couldn't fix, so Entomath was always right there to soothe and guide the dragons to their roost beneath Yrsa's hands. War did not concern the Redrider, neither really did the Weyr's politics, her life was healing her family, and her family was the Weyr, she served better elbows deep in muscle than she ever would astride her dragon flaming hapless attackers who underestimated the strength they rebelled against.

Shalith was calm beneath her hands, and it was not for the sake of the Red that sat nearby, regaling him with running commentary of the Mortals and how peculiar they were. In truth, Yrsavild was under the impression that the Blue only wanted to leave again, to fight for the cause, but she shook her head shortly to Sian when the obvious question came. "They are like thorns, but we do not yet know if they were poisoned, or if they had barbs that broke off beneath his flesh. Imagine a splinter in the crook of your knuckle, then imagine flying with it." The two considered her words, then seemed to accept reason above possible disability. They were the first Dragonpair to enter the infirmary that night, but Ysravild was not convinced they would be the last.

She was late to Rayna's compelling speech, but she was not there to hear it, when the woman asked for questions, she instead stepped forward with a gift. The metal she carried in both hands had been called a bolt, but it was less that than a pole. The width of her reach it was twice the length of her arm and as wide as her wrist, but lighter than she had imagined was even possible for metal to be. She was, however, no smith. "Weyrwoman, I would advise your Riders as to what they will face beyond between, these are a nuisance for dragons as long as they aren't poisoned with smokeweed and don't land in the eyes, but will be fatal for the Riders."

Once the Goldrider had taken the length of metal Yrsavild returned to her post within the Infirmary to monitor Shalith for toxins, and await further injuries.


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 Posted: May 22 2015, 01:06 AM
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He was already astride Kozameth, in full gear, waiting to hear what was expected of them. After all, if they were to be grounded, he could still work with riding gear on if there was no time to shed it, but if they needed to take flight, they would need to be ready. It was no surprise to the weyrling that they would not be going to Western, aside from the fact that they were still practicing going between, there would be a difference in the way the formations would work against men then they would against thread. Experienced riders would be needed, as they were better equipped to deal with needing to improvise, and deal with the chaos that was likely to ensue.

He was serious as the Iron beneath him, listening to all of Rayna's words. Unlike the last time he 'stood' in attendance of a public speaking of hers, he said nothing, offering no questions, there was no reason, and it would only delay the Weyr from getting down to business. Three young flitters also 'listened' or rather, they remained quiet in their places, one against the base of a headknob, the other two at the top of those headknobs. The weyrlingmasters would, no doubt, decide their precise course of action, and give commands. It seemed likely to him that they'd do rounds in the air so as young dragons tired they could take breaks, of course, he and Kozameth would be one of the longest to stay airborn to wait for whoever popped back from between.

Calling his trio close, he gently settled a finger beneath Sentinel's chin, holding his gaze. Before taking his turn at conveying instructions to the other two as well. They were to go with Lorn, follow her, and alert her to anyone they saw in the weyr. The young trio were unlikely to handle more specific orders well, or stay on task without reminders, but they could be more eyes for the far more level headed Orange. Each of them offered a cheep of understanding, before darting their way through those gathered to find their Queen, all ready to follow, especially a certain Pink who would steal the opportunity to offer both Ezekera and her Orange mama nuzzles before they set off about their business.

Kozameth's eyes did not fleck with worry, he was ready, and rumbled reassurance to his rider, even when it spiked as the traitor blue's rider spoke. The Iron did not abide by those dragons leaving their duties, but he did not feel anger or resentment that they came for help either. Regardless, it would help no one for them to feel uneasy because of the wicked thing that she spoke of.

~We cannot let those things distract us~ When the dragon was right, he was right. The focus of the dragon's gaze moved away from the Weyrwoman, as he maintained his position on a nearby borrowed ledge, looking instead to the nearest dragon bonded to a weyrlingmaster, awaiting their orders.
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 Posted: May 22 2015, 02:57 AM
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Obelia was an early riser. She was just one of those people - too much to do in a night to spend the whole thing sleeping. Obelisk, on the other hand, slept like a rock as long as Obelia would let him. Now that she was a Wherlingmaster, and hand a whole handful of charges instead of just one, she had plenty of bureaucracy to deal with, which meant that Obelisk got to sleep later while she did her work. So far, both parties were happy with this arrangement.

She was sorting through a stack of wax tablets on her desk, the products of the Viridian class' last mapping quiz. The results were quite varied, so far. "Riker..." she muttered to herself, "And Risk. Not bad." Of course, she wasn't surprised - she'd expect a ship's captain to know something of maps, even if he was more used to the ones related to the sea. More than a weyrbrat like Mouse, anyway.

And then, all of a sudden, an unfamiliar voice invaded her brain.

Obelisk was up in a second, tossing his bulk between Obelia and the door, growling menacingly. "Western under siege?" Obelia asked aloud, brows furrowed. Well, that hardly had anything to do with her... but. The Wherlingmaster stood abruptly, shoving her chair back. Obelia didn't have much of an idea what was going on outside in the sun, but if Western was under attack there was sure to be SOME drama, and she didn't want the Wherlings mixed up in it. Obie, call the Wherlings, and Gennesk. Have them meet near the lake in the Wherhandler's quarters. They aren't to leave the area without permission. Obelisk grumbled - he didn't much like projecting, but if Obelia wanted it, he'd do it. Wherlets. Lake, now. Gennesk too. It was probably rude to order Gennesk and Genner around like that, and Obelia immediately started fretting, but Obelisk basically only had one tone, and authoritative was it. He'd done the best he could.

Sighing, Obelia grabbed Obelisk's harness and started for the door before pausing to snatch a scrap of paper and a pen. She scrawled a quick note on it, informing Rayna that while she didn't know what was going on, the Wherlings would be formed up and ready if she needed them for anything, and out of trouble if she didn't. Malaika, Obelia's reliable green, was entrusted with the note to red Shetani's irritation. "I don't have time for you, now!" the Handler snapped at her red, sending the flit to sulk on her pillow. One more thing, darling? she asked Obelisk as they headed for the lake. Obelisk grumbled in response. Can you let Kalenna know that the wherlings are gathered? In case she needs us. Obelisk passed the message on as Obelia started organizing the Wherlings into pairs as they arrived. If nothing else, they could patrol the halls while the dragons were away - it would be a learning experience!
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 Posted: May 22 2015, 02:46 PM
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Dh'mel stood by as Rayna gave her instructions. The labor was divided up well, but he was still concerned. He would have felt safer having another full fighters wing standing by at the Weyr, not just the Weyrlings and Queen's Wing. He didn't know these palefolk, but he wasn't sure he trusted them not to try an attack while they were deverted elsewhere. Still, Rayna was doing her best. There was just too much ground to cover and too few dragons. At least with so many eyes on alert they should have some warning.

Dh'mel turned his attention to his charges. At least with only three of them, he wasn't at too much risk to loose track of anyone. "We're going to be helping bag fire stone," he instructed firmly. His tone and grim face allowed for no arguements. They had been practicing with firestone for a little while now. While he hadn't intended to test them for a few more weeks, there was no time like now to test their skill under pressure. "Move quickly, but carefully. A mistake is worse than moving a bit slower." Hopefully they wouldn't actually need much firestone. He didn't like to think what it was being used for today.

Station alert above the young weyrlings and candidates bagging stone, Ziprith kept a weary eye on the skies. Fear not, younglings, she crooned. You will be safe with me.

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At first, Torian wasn't sure what was going on. Vresk and her handler had called them all out to get a head count. At first he thought it might be a drill, or maybe a fire somewhere. Nothing too serious. It soon became clear, however, that it was very serious indeed. As he and the other Candidates were sheparded to the bowl, he saw riders and their dragons taking off with full gear. This couldn't just be Threadfall either. Whatever had happened, had come with no warning.

Then he heard Rayna the Weyrwoman speak and his face paled. Western was under attack? But why? And by whom? Sure they had had problems with holdless and such before, but nothing on this scale. He felt sick to his stomach. What about his parents? What about Fanras and Torsi? They hadn't mentioned anyone being killed, but there was so little information. Why had he ever left them? What good was being a rider if he wasn't there when they needed him most.

He heard the order to help with firestone, but Torian couldn't help it. He just had to ask. He pushed forward and put up his hand, trying to be polite and not panic. "Weyrwoman?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady and not betray his fear. "My family is at Western. Can I... I mean is there any way..." He trailed off, looking helpless. Of course they couldn't spare a rider to take him there. They barely had enough to keep watch here. He just felt so useless. Sitting here safe while who knows what danger his little brother and sister were in. He was supposed to be the one protecting them!

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Being called for a head count was an usual, but true to form, Reiniel kept to himself in standing among his peers, curious about what was going on yet, anxious even, but he wasn't necessarily interested in broadcasting as much. The former drudge, however, was quite attentive, eyes moving this way and that in their subtle way, taking in the riders. This was certainly different than threadfall, and they never prepared for threadfall at this time of day, or rather, the early parts of the evening. He expected something out of the ordinary, but even so, the Weyrwoman's words, they just didn't make sense at first.

Staring at the form of the Queen rider, well as best he could not being particularly tall, those words just sort of floated around in his head, as if spoken in the cryptic chitters and chirps of flitters. As their meaning seeped in, he just couldn't believe it. Western under siege, how could this be happening? A lump caught in his throat, as the numbness that had settled in him cleared, and he was left with the thoughts of his home, and while he wasn't particularly close to any of those remaining, he was still hold born, that loyalty ran deep, and besides there were still people in the hold. What would come of them?

It was then that his attention shifted, not to the riders, or the dragons but to a fellow candidate, the one from the barracks that had helped keep him out of trouble for oversleeping in the common room. He hadn't realized he and Torian had similar roots (at least so far as Hold origin), but the way the color had drained from the other's face, that was from more than just shock that someone had dared to attack just some hold. He didn't interfere as the other moved forward to bespeak the Weyrwoman, but did shadow the other boy, silent, unobtrusive, and likely unnoticed. It wasn't until either the Weyrwoman answered, or could be noted to have not noticed the candidate's presence that he hesitantly reached forward, fingers just barely brushing against the other boy's arm.

"Western's tough, whatever happens, our people will pull through", he offered softly, hoping that that would help at least a little. No doubt, the other had specific people he was really worried about, probably family, and he probably should have just let Torian be, after Reiniel didn't have the same investment, even if he did worry for those he knew from the lower levels of the hold.
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Rayna said we need some candidates to help sort people! Or something! an overexcited Kapth told Vresk as he flew Ems over towards the Infirmary. As many as you can spare! He landed outside and Ems slid to the ground, grimacing. The Infirmary was one of the places in the Weyr she was most familiar with - not because she'd spent much time there sighted, but because she'd spent so much time there just after she lost her vision, and in her first year for appointments with the Master Healer of Eyes, who had tried futilely to rehabilitate her sight. It was one of the first places she'd mentally mapped, following her own room.

She felt her way through the door, clumsy without her stick or Nayra to help. She couldn't see the healers, but she could hear the bustle of activity, so she called out generally. "The Weyrwoman put me in charge of triage out in the Bowl. If you give me numbweed and bandages, I can have the candidates take care of the walking wounded and send any higher levels to you, or call you if you all are needed." And in case any of them were wondering exactly how that would work, she added, "I'm healer trained, was about to walk the tables before I left the hall." Let them wonder exactly which tables she meant. "I can't see, but the candidates can, and Kapth can. I'll just be making the easy decisions based on their descriptions and Kapth's input. That way, none of you has to be stuck with the stupid stuff and you can worry about the bigger injuries." She'd gotten a look at those bolts - the bigger injuries would be coming in, for sure.

Without waiting for an answer - it was really, really hard to redirect Ems once she had something in her teeth - she felt her way out into the open space of the bowl, borrowing Kapth's eyes for a minute to orient herself, swallowing down the acid taste of vomit. Shuffling slowly out into the bowl until she found Kapth's knobbly hide, she asked him, "Any candidates here yet?"
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((Note to candidates: if you want to have your candi approach Vrell she can give them an assignment ICly, but it’s also fine if you want to just pick what you want (either firestone bagging, triage with Ems, or assisting weyrfolk with salves and food) and say one of the CMs told them to do that. As long as everyone doesn’t pick the same station it should be fine!))


He hesitated to call it war.

But it wasn’t far off.

Ezekera stood quietly with the other candidates, as outwardly calm as ever, listening to the Weyrwoman’s words. Riders, turning their dragonfire not on thread, but other people. It was tempting not to call them that, these ‘palefolk’—not to think of those who would attack holds and poison dragons to be human. Not really people like the rest of the Pernese. But they were, and Ezekera would not lie to himself and think otherwise.

It was not that he disapproved, or thought the weyr was wrong to fight. Western could not be left defenseless, morally or even just logically, as the loss of the hold would doom Dalibor as well. The palefolk had sealed their own fate.

He couldn’t help but wonder, though, what they even hoped to accomplish. Even with their strange weapon, they surely could not last long against the full retaliative force of the weyr. What had led them to throw their lives away? It spoke of either a fanatical devotion to some extreme ideology…or that what they knew so far of the attack on Western was but a piece of some larger unknown puzzle. Ezekera hoped for the former. He feared the latter was more likely.

But his musings he kept to himself. Lorn had stuck close, perched on his shoulder, her facets whirling with agitation as she scanned the bowl for potential threats. Ezekera reached up to stroke her neck. “You’re needed to help protect everyone today, not just me,” he said quietly. “Go, fly. Keep an eye out. Let me know what you see.” The orange crooned sadly, displeased by the request. But it did not waver in Ezekera’s mind. The well-trained orange alighted, and had just started to flutter higher when three familiar firelizards fell in around her. Ezekera had a twitch of a smile for Bubbly as she nuzzled him, and then they were off, following Lorn higher up the weyr. Keep them safe, he instructed her silently, though he was fairly sure she would have done so anyway. Directing her little fair to fan out a bit in a wider formation, the orange began make a wide loop around the inside of the bowl, taking stock of both the ground below and the skies above.

Ezekera joined the stream of candidates heading to the candidatemasters to receive their instructions. Whether the weyr found easy victory or whether some even greater tragedy lay in store, it was a sobering night for Dalibor. He was no rider, no handler. Even his craft was not particularly useful in times like those. But he would help, in whatever middling way he could, to the very best of his ability. He would not be useless.

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Vrell, too, had been listening to Rayna’s instructions. At the end of the Weyrwoman’s speech, she waved the candidates toward herself and the other candidatemasters, ready to divide them up for work. There was a task for everyone when the weyr was under duress. Even, of course, blind dragonriders.

What is it? she asked, as she saw Vresk stiffen beside her, the orange’s head turning toward the shadowy form of a blue dragon in front of the infirmary.

Bigwing, Ka…Kap-pith say Rayna be tell his they need candy-date. Many candy-date. For…‘help sort people’. Dumb bigwing no say what mean, but he over by heal place, she grumbled. Kap-pith give better instruction next time! Think before say! she rebuked.

Vrell, however, could fill in the blanks well enough. Sorting people in front of the infirmary—triage, it seemed. Okay, let him know we’ll send some candidates their way. Vresk passed on the word, and Vrell began giving out assignments. Dealing with the injured would be the most emotionally demanding task of the three, so for that she mostly selected those who were the calmest and most stable. Firestone bagging was familiar, but tiring work, so for that she selected those candidates who were strong or most active. Those who didn’t fit either category well were mostly assigned to assist the weyrfolk.

Devoted though she was to her job and to her candidates, it was crises like that when she felt most keenly the pull between her role as a candidatemaster and her role as prideleader. The prides, too, needed to be mustered, some handlers sent out on patrol and others left ready should the Western defense require handlers. She had contacted Saowyn and Yalenia after her initial call to the candidates, and Vresk continued to correspond with their whers, making sure the pride was in order. But part of Vrell wanted to be with them, defending their home and its holds.

Still, someone needed to defend the candidates. And damned if she was going to let any of them be harmed if it turned out Irohvyne’s assailant wasn’t the only possible palefolk lurking within the weyr’s walls.

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Ezekera had been expecting one of the tasks Rayna had mentioned in her speech—firestone bagging or assisting weyrfolk. He had not expected to be pointed toward the infirmary and asked to report to the girl who had been blinded at his first hatching, Ems. A slight frown creased the candidate’s brow. Perhaps there had been a misunderstanding.

“I’m not healer trained.”

Vrell looked steadily back at him. “I know.”

After a moment, he nodded. “Whatever you need of me, Candidatemaster.”

A third category. New orders, perhaps. He wasn’t the only candidate being sent that way either, he saw. But he was among the first to arrive. Ezekera stopped before the blue dragon, glancing between Kapth and his rider. “Candidate Ezekera, ready to assist. I have no healer training, but I will do as you instruct.”

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Also near the infirmary, but up—quite a ways up, perched on the bowl rim—was another blue. Iluropoth watched the skies, blinking peacefully at the darkening canvass overhead and waiting should any injured dragons come tumbling in. Even now he was calm, almost serene, as though it was just another day of threadfall and not a human battle they had been drawn out to fight. Empathetic like most blues, he did feel the fear and the tension holding the weyr tight, and felt Shalith’s pain in the infirmary below, but though the colors of these emotions flickered now and then through his facets, he looked calm and unruffled enough that he might have simply been stargazing.

None yet, he reported gently to his rider. But I am still here. When they come, I will catch them. The larger dragons, Laanasuth and Dragoth, would have to catch any kings or subkings that came in. But Iluropoth was a stout, powerful blue, more than capable of guiding any injured fighter down to safety.

And K’ite felt with grim certainty that all three of them would be very busy before long. The metal bolts were not deadly, not to most dragons, at least, but punch one through the wing and the dragon would have a messy time getting back safely. The palefolk: dragon killers. As if natural threats like thread and the plague weren’t enough, now that deranged tribe had to continue trying to kill the very beasts that kept Pern alive. Senseless.

He could not feel very bad for them, but he was privately glad he and his dragon had been spared from the fight by virtue of their craft skills. The dragonhealer would be ready, making preparations in the infirmary until inevitably the dragons would start to arrive. Then, he would do his part by healing some of the damage of the battle instead of inflicting it.
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The rebellious bloody Burgundy glared down as he and his young rider listening to their directions, this was all happening so fast, dragon riders didn't go to war, at least not with other people, their only enemy was their ancient silver enemy, the one they had been locked with in a never ending combat for turns. The young man listening intently to the directions, although at several points look over at his older brother to see how the kingrider was taking this. Unlike usual, the charismatic ironrider offered no questions, and remained stoic not unlike the iron beneath him. J'go crossed his arms and kept listening to Rayna's frantic orders, it was no surprise they would be staying at they wery, they could barely between anyway, the youth of the wery were to important to risk it, all the same, facinuth complained.

It's no fair! I'd rather be fighting than confined here like some hatchling, we can help! There's no point Faci, we'd probably do more harm than good anyway, we can help more here. The weryling responded to his dragon, it was true, they weren't even fully grown yet anyhow.

J'go turned his attention to the sky's, watching, waiting, just like Rayna said, the striped Burgundy prowled up and down the wery's ancient walls, like a caged beast. After a while of pacing, his rider waiting for what the Burgundy was about to suggest, J'go mentally sighed as his dragon finally opened up. We could do it y'know, we could leave right now, they wouldn't be able to stop us, they have too much on their plate J'go was tempted, he wanted to help with all his heart but it wasn't worth losing Faci. If we leave now, we could be killed Facinuth, there's no doubt to that, or worse, I could lose you. Facinuth was taken aback, his rider cared so much about him, one of the only ones to do so and Facinuth quit speaking, content to prowl slower along the rim, and J'go sighed, this was war.
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~Ziprith and hers are busy with the new class~ Stated Kozameth with a mental sniff, not in disapproval, small hatchlings needed to be attended to, but to the situation. The Iron's eyes continued to look, but he saw no sign yet of the other weyrlingmasters, they had to be present, somewhere, but the Iron had not yet found them.
~I don't see the others, and no orders have been give except that we are to stay here.~

C'sen sighed, and glanced over to a familiar burgundy pair, whatever distance between them, shouting wouldn't have made much sense, all the commotion in the wyer, it was unlikely he would e heard. J'go could be in a precarious spot now, someone had to organize them, and if their weyrlingmaster was otherwise occupied, it fell to the fighter pair. Kozameth, for his part, could see the restlessness in the smaller dragon, he himself resisting the urge to rustle his wings only because it would not have been good to do so.

"Hopefully we are not about to make things more difficult", he commented to his Iron, before conveying the message he needed passsed along.

~Facinuth, you and yours may need to lead us, you are the wingsecond... We have not yet heard from Calvuth or Pipperith, but we cannot sit on ledges without order~ Kozameth's tones were not surprisingly serious, bordering on the sort of stern that came of such situations, where orders needed to be discussed. However, there was also consideration for the smaller dragon, he related with Facinuth more often than the majority of the weyr, and felt no need to judge the other, he merely informed in his very Iron fashion.

~Mine suggests shifts aloft and at rest, so some of our wing is present immediately for any injured that arrive, but do not grow fatigued. Those at rest should watch the outside of the bowl, to help warn of an attacks, but keep high and safe near the top of the bowl... Mine also suggests that you and yours keep Keth somewhere high and safe, now is not the time to risk queens in a surprise attack... she can help coordinate the shifts, and spot which pairs need to rest, and bespeak Kapth on the best places for those helping the injured to try to land them. C'sen says it is for yours to decide, he is wingsecond and we will obey, or wait for other orders if he says this is best~ The Iron continued to address Facinuth, as he was not in the habit of speaking to others men on his own steam, but given the circumstances, the Iron did reach out also to J'go, that he too could directly hear what was being said to the Burgundy, and the pair could get to down to considering the matter between them more quickly.

C'sen did not envy J'go for the place he found himself. It would have been different if they were graduated, and there was no question of just how far the other's wingsecond position extended. Whatever the younger rider figured was best though, C'sen would see it done, though he had no doubt the rest of their weyrling wing would see the sense in following their wingsecond's commands.

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Despite their youth, the trio were not so difficult to manage, it was there attention span that was yet to develop, but with their Orange Queen leading them, it was not to be a problem. Sentinel's eyes were the keenest, or at least the Iron was the one most used to looking for what was out of place, suspicious, and needing to be watched. So the King took the position closest to where the danger was likely to come from in their formation, scouring every crevice, and glaring at every shadow with red eyes. He was silent, and quick to swerve or dive as needed to get a different angle, just to be sure, and sent the Orange everything that was not above reproach, or the occasional emotion of calm when nothing had yet presented itself. Ember, for her part was the most driven to see things done among them, but also likely to squabble with Bubbly if she felt the pink was not completely on task. Most likely Lorn had her placed closer to the interior of the Weyr, where the most distractions would be, but she would have Bubbly behind her, and therefore not where she could let corralling the fighter override what she was supposed to be doing. The red didn't offer much by communication, what was the point if she didn't see something worth talking about? Then there was their sweet little Pie, likely sending Lorn a good deal of affection through out the whole matter, because it was just so wonderful to be doing something with her Mama Orange, and even more wonderful that it was something useful. Fortunately she did get that they were supposed to be doing something useful, and the little pink, quite determined to be helpful, and to make her Mama Orange proud, was very diligent in looking for things her Mama needed to know about... with an occasional pretty stone or shell thrown into the mix.
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Claws and teeth, no matter how sharp, were embedded in flesh. Without support, they tended to just be trinkets strung around one's neck. The "flesh" that was the Weyrbowl itself was not exactly at risk from any human-induced war. It had survived fires--some before it had been called a Weyr at all, even before Pern had welcomed H. sapiens with a Thread-full grin. The real liabilities were the people and their creatures. L'nor was one who was not joining the fray. He and Vrell had the roles of directing some of the flow behind the frontline.

"Rohan." It wasn't a Candidate that the man was ordering right now. The Candidatemaster's own firelizard was generally mellow and dim-witted, but trained enough to wheel into the nearby airspace as the other scouting pets had. "Patrol th' sky. 'f y'have any messages, send them t' me immediately. Understand?" The blue spiraled before catching a good wind and shrinking in the distance above. L'nor's attention was elsewhere; the Candidates were obviously not out fighting, but organization was all the more needed in a time of strife--less familiar strife than an inhuman foe. Mattoth had positioned himself near Vresk; his stance was an elegant slope, from the nape of his neck to the tip of his downward tail. It was nevertheless tense. There were already dragons waiting to assist any injured members of their own species flying back to the Weyr. The sturdy brown was more than capable of taking on the same role, however, if there was any need. There was not a long span of time before he was airborne, patrolling if but a short length away from his Rider. The weyrling dragonets were doing their part, perched on the weyr's outer ledges.

"Th' bluerider...Ems...'s where'll we'll be sendin' any candidates fer healin' work, right." The last word was somewhere in between a question and a confirmation in and of itself. He tried to balance the overall number of Candidates for each task with each one's strengths and weaknesses (physical or otherwise).

In the midst of a line of several--even with each assignment taking seconds, more or less--the brownrider was not who one of the smaller Candidates ended up going to. Vintner, decidedly astonished that they had arrived to Dalibor so shortly before what could be called a war had exploded into starting, stepped up to the orangehandler Vrell. "Um, Candidatemaster...I'm ready for whatever you need from me." They thought themselves likely better helping among the Weyrfolk, or perhaps even with the triage. After all, it did not seem that only medically-trained Candidates were out there with the blue and his rider.
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Firestone. Weyrfolk. Firestone. Triage. Vrell sorted the candidates in her line quickly, pointing each in the right direction in case the flurry of activity in the bowl was addling them. Wild-haired Scaparra bounced up eagerly, determination burning in his eyes, and was directed toward firestone. He was small, but stronger than he looked, and he always had energy. Next was an even younger candidate—the newly arrived Vintner. Vrell took a moment longer to consider them, as she hadn’t as much time with them yet to form a strong impression. Though it may not have been time that was the issue—Vintner may have just been the sort who didn’t leave much of an impression at all.

She was inclined to send them to the weyrfolk, due to Vintner’s younger age, but changed her mind. They worked at a bit slower pace, from what she had seen, but they had a perpetual calmness to them that could be valuable to the triage team. “You’re on triage. See the blue over there? Report to his rider, Ems, for instruction.” She clapped a hand on the young candidate’s shoulder for courage, then pointed them off to the blue, and as long as Vintner had no more questions, Vrell then turned to the next candidate.

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Now more than ever, Scaparra was irritated that he didn’t have a dragon. There was a fight going on, an important fight, but with neither dragon nor wher, Scaparra was smart enough to know there was no way anyone would take him along to help. Not even one of his dragon friends. Even if he had impressed, though, it would have been the same—his first hatching had been the Canyoncrossers, who were just as stuck in the weyr as he was. For them it was probably even more frustrating.

Still, the idea that in some alternate universe, he might have been soaring into action to protect Western atop his own dragon, raining down arrows from a crossbow and tossing firestone to his dragon. Not that Scaparra actually had much experience with crossbows. That was going to the top of his list of things to learn. Maybe he should bug his cousin about making those instead of flamethrowers—it seemed the weyr was going to need them.

But stuck in the bowl though he was, he was nonetheless determined to do anything he could to help the weyr. Firestone duty wasn’t quite the same, but it was his job, and shard it if he wouldn’t fill the most firestone bags of any candidate! He set to his job with gusto, soon sweating in the summer night, but he was ever experienced in pushing his muscles to their limits. Bauvin was no firelizard, and thus not one who could be set to patrol, so the brundle had hidden in Scaparra’s pocket until he reached the firestone station. He then scurried out and took to examining the rocks, trying on occasion to lift one, though he could only pick up crumbs with success. Still, perhaps it was the thought that counted.
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As a Weyrlingmaster without a class of his own and sufficient other talents, Dan'lusian found himself lined up at the infirmary and awaiting assignment by Dalibor's own circle of Masterhealers. Triage it was, along with a lengthy set of remarks about not rubbing your belly and patting your head at the same time.

It's quite easy so long as you use your dominant hand to pat your head, he hummed as he headed outside. "Ems my darling, if you receive any iffy human cases, feel free to send them my way for further work-up. And if I can beg one Candidate of you when they get shuffled over for their rounds, I believe this will be most illuminating. Thank you." The Weyrlingmaster bowed his head, smiling as he studied the eye-sockets of Kapth's rider. "If you do need any help, I am right- over- here!" He took a few steps sidelong toward his own tent, already bustling with Apprentices laying out supplies.

It is such a wonderful challenge for them, Pipperith thought. The small pink cruised along an invisible ring over the Bowl, flicking her wings occasionally to support what was mostly a glide.

And you, Pip? What's the word? Dan asked as he allowed the Apprentices to relieve his jacket and rolled up his green sleeves, then set to rinsing his hands. He glanced out the tent's billowing front door to the Weyr's southerly exit. Did you hear any chatter about whether or not the Wherhandlers succeeded in their attempts to contract those hulks on the lawn?

I am not sure! Pipperith's inner lids fluttered against her green facets. Maybe a couple of them. Her fancy crested head tilted toward the Canyoncrossers flocking on the Rim.

Ah, just as well. It would be quite difficult to swim up to a Weyr in the almost-near-dead-of-night without disturbing them anyway. And you would have to be mad to attack a Weyr!

You would have to be mad to attack a Hold!

Fair. So what we are dealing with here is the pure, unattenuated type of madness. His smile faltered a little as he stretched out a white cloth over his impromptu wash basin (a bucket on a post). But we do have the largest dragons here, so if those hopelessly misguided individuals should show their pitiful faces... He wrung the cloth.

Yes? Pipperith prompted after a moment. What would they do? Oh, I bet they would frighten them terribly!

Just so. His smile returned. Pip! he marshaled the dragon, sensing her descent to the Rim beside one of the Weyrling burgundies. Are you aware of your current duties?

Oh yes, I am to patrol, and to catch every one coming in under duress that limits their ability to fly. I can catch every last one! She held up her front paws, cocked like a brawler set for a row.

Ohhh, so even an iron with both his wings chopped off and his tail for good measure?

Yes! Pip squeaked, reaffirming her stance. Besides, that would make him much lighter!

You know I bet you could.

But at the moment I believe my function as Weyrlingmaster also requires of me a certain proportion of time which I must devote to the care and well-being of PRECIOUS BABIES. So please hold on a moment! She put her paws down and scooted closer to Facinuth. Hellloooooooooo~ she broadcast cleanly to him, his rider, and a certain taut iron a short ways away, and his rider too. Any Weyrling that settled in the vicinity could hear her in fact. You seem quite eager! the sound continued publicly, but the impression of the words was most towards Facinuth. After, she switched back to a omnidirectional welcome. And organized! Oh, please tell me your plan. I would love to hear it! I will tell you if any part of it is unsustainable, but I believe in you. She bobbed her head, eyes positively glowing at the other Wingsecond.
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 Posted: May 24 2015, 06:37 AM
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Whers to Western. Yes. Rayna turned around and took the bolt from Ysravlid with a nod of her head.
We will organise the whers immediately. Zeuth, Entomath’s has told me that these bolts are made to pierce our hides like a splinter. They will hurt but unless poisoned will not kill. They will, obviously, be incredibly harmful for our Riders and if a dragon’s eye is pierced. I fear the Riders may be the true targets and the dragons merely a shield in the matter. I am sending you an image of the bolt close up.

Embomere was the betahandler. Couineth reached her mind out to her golden cousin, the one Hers had met not so long ago.
Embomere, organise a group of whers to take them to Western Hold. I do not want you going along with them at this point. I would suggest sending some of Vrell’s Pride along with your own and perhaps some of Der’s pride.
She didn’t want Task to go but if he had to then she could permit his departure. Something about the wher had grown on the dragon.

Their first dragon returned, Wurupuruth, Rayna looked skywards as she moved, scanning swiftly for any signs of ichor.
Report! If you are unable to fight, work with Embomere to organize the whers for transport.
Rayna moved across the bowl, directing people who asked her questions.
A candidate addressed her. Despite her determined, and even angry features, she relaxed slightly and placed a hand on Torian’s shoulder.
“I cannot send you there, I’m sorry. Western is tough. It has endured much… Do you have a firelizard? Raela? May we borrow Cenai? ”
The drudge who had been following her for some time bowed her head, gaze fixed on the young man.
“He’s well trained,” Raela spoke quietly, “He will find people easily.”
A hand signal was all the firelizard needed, the black fluttering over to land on the candidate’s shoulder. A small whistle was all he could offer for comfort. Another hand signal and Cenai was prepared to obey Torian’s every word. Raela turned as Rayna moved off.

“Weyrwoman…”
“The weyrbrats have been taken to the Caverns… I am going back there with my wher to protect them. If the Weyr should be infiltrated I will die before letting them be harmed.”
Rayna nodded her head in thanks to the crecheworker Naanell.
Subconsciously Rayna placed a hand on her stomach again. Was it her imagination? Yes. Probably. Stupid kid. She shook her head and then rushed off as quickly as she was able to.

And following in her wake was Raela, a shadow. She could have followed Iola… But by now Raela knew she was never going home. Might as well make herself semi useful.

((Rowana, feel free to NPC Cenai for the purposes of sending a letter =)

If your character addressed any of mine (particularly Rayna) and I missed them just give me a poke! )


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 Posted: May 24 2015, 02:25 PM
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She was generally more prone to bouts of weaker sleep. This held true for her in the past, and had often now, with wherhandling turning her to a nightly schedule. When she was younger, even minor troubles tended to keep her up all night. Or a sense of bad things to happen the next morning. So it was natural that she, newest Betahandler of Dalibor Weyr, was as still on her cot as a felled log when the alarm of mind-voice permeated the Weyr with warnings of blood and attack.

A human attack.

Granted, for those bonded to whers, human threats were a larger part of the job description than their day friends. This was no stray straggler, hapless criminal, or moldy wild, though.

It sounded like war. It was Embomere's first.

Embosk, now about nine feet of glossy hide and sinew, stirred the increasingly garish colors in her eyes with pairs of eyelids. Opening and shutting. With all their training, both woman and wher had some apprehension about this...to say the least. First was weapons and attire. Then contacting the others--namely her fellow members of Alpha pride. Alphahandler, 'seconds, and all. Embomere wove through the tunnels, and walked briskly into the bowl. Her gold was slightly ahead of her with the long bounds she made. Embosk was more than large enough to ride, but it was not something she was particularly inclined to do right now.

Dragons and whers were coming to and fro (the latter mostly away from Dalibor), and in the midst of this she almost felt lost.

I...do you think that we'll be of use in the Hold if we have to? Just look at those. A gaze up at the spears, surrounded with a circumference of dribbling green. Embosk let a snarl bubble up in the back of her throat and muffled it there. She didn't understand why the Palefolk were doing this. They had their motives. She wasn't the only one not to empathize. We'll be organizing the others more likely, I suppose.

Is need to know dragons' say. Whers cannot go without. Physically, they needed transport.

Luckily, it was only moments before they heard a known voice and its order. Couineth.

Under-stood. She sent back an acknowledgement to remove any doubt that she had heard. One could never be too careful. Then Embosk let her mental speech be controlled by her handler, although they had much the same objective words to say: Alpha! Bravo! Epsilon! All handlers and whers not already with duty, please report to me and Embosk in the Weyrbowl. We need to organize some among you for transportation away from Dalibor. We will also be working with Baz'el of Pink Wurupuruth for this.
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Torian sensed someone behind him and turned in time to hear Reiniel's words. He managed a grateful look, despite his worry. Of course he wasn't the only one from Western. Probably plenty of folks here had roots in that place. And his fellow candidate was right. Western's folks were strong. They had had to be to build a Hold from nothing in just a few turns. And his father had been through plenty of difficult situations. "Thanks, Reiniel, truly," he replied, giving the other boy's arm a light squeeze in gratitude.

Rayna came over them, and Torian was grateful to for her support. Indeed, he was almost surprised when she took so much time to reassure him. As leader, he knew she had a lot to attend to, the least of which was the troubles of a few candidates. He nodded, understanding why he had to stay. He was grateful for the use of a fire lizard to send a message. Really, if he hadn't been so flustered, he should have thought of that. "Thank you," he bowed a little.

Quickly he got to work writing a quick note to his family, asking them to stay safe and send him word. He game the note to Cenai. "For Rastor, Journeyman Fisher at Western Hold?" he asked hopefully. The black fire lizard chirp in affirmation and was off. "You go too, Hori," Torian told his own fire lizard. Horizon was still young and having her learn to be as good as this messenger clearly was was going to be useful. Horizon gave an irratated noise, but took off after Cenai.

Once done, Torian turned his attention to finding something to do. He needed to not feel useless. A rider had mentioned needing help with triage. Torian had learned a bit of first aid at Fisher Hall, enough to keep someone stable on a boat until reaching shore. He approached Ems, taking a breath to steady his nerves. "Torian," he offered. "I know some basics. Just tell me what you need."

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Xerocleth perched high on the edge of the bowl. His eyes were on the sky and the lands around the Weyr. He would have preferred to be in the battle. Such actions like those happening at Western must be punished harshly! But his queen had asked him to keep watch and watch he would. No enemy would sneak past him this night. Arlya one his back was just as quiet and alert. Talking would only be a distraction. They had a job to do and they were going to do it well. Let the others discuss and plan among themselves. Arlya and Xerocleth only answered the the highest authority.

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Dolly and Sutiexth returned form delivering firestone to N'rik. What had possessed the boy to rush off like that? Dolly wasn't sure how she felt about him being in the thick of the fighting like that, but he was a trained rider, just like she was. They had a duty to their Weyr and the Holds. Sutiexth landed on a ledge partway up the bowl, near where the firestone was being bagged. They lacked the endurance to stay airborn and aid incoming dragons, but the pair had gotten good at quick runs to deliver stone as weyrlings. Small as they were, they wouldn't be easy targets.

Fear not, my Dolphin, Sutiexth soothed as Dolly's mind began to race with worries. The night will not last forever. Day will come. Dolly tried not to wonder what else might come with the day as she patted her dragon for comfort. Sutiexth was right though. It would do no good to anyone if she hide behind her fears. They had to do what they could to help.

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Toumke was very, very glad they weren't among those asked to join the fight at Western. He was pretty sure he was the worst choice for such a mission. Besides how relatively bad he was at even basic self defense, he got rather nauseous at the sight of blood. Being in the middle of a fight as big as they were talking about made him feel sick just thinking about it. Much better to stay safe at the Weyr and patrol for any problems.

Tousk did not share his sentiments.

Tousk should fight! The green complained as they patrolled the ground entrances. Best fighter! Bite all invaders! She snapped her teeth suggestively.

I'm sure you could, Toumke assured her. He was quite sure without him to hold her back, she would be right in the think of everything. Once again he wondered why she'd chosen him of all people.

Tousk sensed his distress and curled around him protectively. Fear not Toumke! Tousk protect! Tousk keep all safe! She stood proudly, eyes searching sharply for trouble makers. Toumke smiled. Thanks, I feel safer already, he answered honestly, smiling to himself.
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We abandoned our wing, Wuru.

It was the first thing he’d said in the several minutes they’d been back in the weyr. It was hard for Wurupuruth to feel anything but relief. It wasn’t your fault. Baz’el went quiet again, but it was not the same as last time. Just normal quiet.

He had always been nothing if not obedient. Eager to do well in the tasks assigned by his superiors, terrified of making a mistake and earning their ire. Never had he disobeyed an order, done something knew he wasn’t supposed to. Not once.

It isn’t so bad. Ietermath says it is okay. He says we can help ferry the whers.

He said it’s okay?

Wuru’s silence was answer enough. Telling them to go, when they had made it clear they could do little else, was not quite the same as telling them what they were doing was okay. It doesn’t matter now. Wuru’s tone had rallied its forcefulness. Couineth has asked us to report, and to assist the betahandler in wher transport. We will not be useless, Baz’el.

He had been distracted, staring again down at his firestone bags. But the mention of the Weyrwoman’s dragon jolted him back, made him cognizant of the fact that many pairs of faceted eyes had seen him, were perhaps still watching. Watching he and Wuru drift in a long, slow circle over the weyr bowl, uninjured and alone. O-okay. Let her know we’ll do that.

Baz’el and Wurupuruth, reporting. There are many fires, but we did not see the palefolk. Most of them must have been in the forest. We will assist Betahandler Embomere in sending the whers to fight.

To do what Baz’el could not. They landed beside the gleaming gold Embosk in the bowl. Baz’el’s eyes were hidden behind his riding goggles, but even through them he could not look the Betahandler in the eye. “Baz’el and Wurupuruth, um…reporting. We can…carry whers. Smaller ones.” Wurupuruth prodded a bit at her rider mentally, but when that proved futile, she spoke to Embosk and Embomere herself. If you need help organizing, or with anything else, we can do that as well. Whatever you need.

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In the candidates’ area of the bowl, Vrell glanced toward the bright form of Embosk when the orders jumped, like electricity, from Vresk’s mind to hers. Bravo Pride, you be hear beta-handler. Move out! Work to-gether. Be like Vresk—be strong, be fast. Bravo Pride best!

Not bad, Vrell said, eyebrows arching. Beneath the confidence of her speech, she could feel Vresk’s restlessness, an agitation unconnected to the general atmosphere of tension and uncertainty.

We could be help them. We best fighters. Good at lead, she confided. But candy-date matter too. Need good fighters be protect. Pridewhers do good. Must.

Vrell patted the orange’s neck, and turned her attention toward her prideseconds. Saosk, Yalesk! Be lead in many-tree. Vresk no need tell how important. Vrell and Vresk be count on you.
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It was a half-hearted, swift rebuttal that immediately followed Obelisk's call, but despite the fact it was a remark made in reply to her 'master, the words weren't actually broadcast to anyone in particular. If Kaz had been making an extra effort to hone in on her he may have heard it, but otherwise it was an angry retort that simply buzzed out into the world and fizzed into nothingness shortly after. Due to lessons and chores the greenpair would typically rise at this time anyway, but even sunset was simply too early for Kazhisk to even think about waking up. A snarl rippled across her face as she curled tighter into a ball, signifying she was not to be disturbed. Lately, her handler had been having a harder time rousing her, but today was different. Very different.

Kazhisk... you need to get up. We have to go outside he urged, his word choice earning a bristle from the wher. Something isn't right.

Yes. Early wake up not right. Smaller and smaller Kazhisk made herself, avoiding the outside world as long as she could until extreme worry from Hers began clouding her resolve. Even from their chambers the sounds of shouting, upset creatures, and wingbeats of hundreds of dragons could be heard, and the green finally allowed herself to focus on the ruckus with a groggy loll of her head. The longer she listened, the more intrigued, yet cautious she became, and Kaz walked over to the door before she could register much else.

"Come on, love. We don't want to worry Obelia and Genner with a late arrival. The Weyr needs us outside to assist them." To his surprise, Kazhisk nearly launched herself towards him, shaking herself off before squaring her shoulders at his side.

Only go to show what strong wher look like. Also observe guard for mistake. Kazhisk find, correct, improve. Kazhimur chuckled and slid his hand between her headknobs. Whatever would distract her from the commotion outside... he hoped she could handle it.

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Between the sudden loud noises, overall chaos, and the fact that most of the wherforce would be away and out of her view, Kazhisk was livid. When their 'masters began pairing them off, she growled at whoever happened to sidle up to them, tail lashing as she gouged deep holes in the earth with her claws. Keep up, stay alert. Better not hold Kazhisk back. Kazhimur kept a hand on her back and flashed their partner an apologetic look; he was doing his best to keep her calm and soothed, especially whenever something spooked her. Each time she was startled, the angrier she became with herself, watching the dragons take off before turning her attention to Obelisk. Want protect, not be sitting duck!

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"Berlioz - Felix. It's time for a game." A green was nestled on the rim of the 'bowl, two black firelizards resting on her head and hopping down her nose at the proposition from their human. Atalath swung her muzzle around to face Tauby, the flits wriggling and peeping in excitement before the weyrling could speak again. "Fly around the Weyr and report anything unusual to me. Extra treats if you find people outside without dragons or whers." With a sweep of her hand, Berlioz was off, determined to earn all the treats possible, Felix right behind him with the sneakiest of plans to foil the older black. At their departure, Atalath chirped, but quickly settled into an oddly placid mood.

The stars are lovely tonight, don't you think? Atalath's eyeridges lifted a bit, head turning to look upwards at the glimmering beacons above. She hummed softly and the color of her eyes seemed to calm. As the night progressed, more of them began popping into view - it was a nice familiarity for the green to focus on.

They look so innocent... I wonder if there is peace up there? What they see? What they think of these past turns on Pern. Tauby leaned into her saddle and pressed into her lifemate's mind with reassurance. The dragon's tone was simple wonder and curiousness, but the words themselves were worrying and were a sign of possible sadness to come. They needed to focus at the moment, and when it came to Atalath, focus improved when they were able to pick out little details and paint a picture. Between the two of them, it came easily enough, although at this current time Tauby had to make sure not to get too dark.

There will be peace soon enough. For that to happen, though, we need to focus on the present. We need to be here for the Weyr, not up in the sky. Besides, I doubt any stars contain the nice things Pern has to offer.

Together, they were silent and watchful, the apprentice and dragon taking turns to point out this and that if either grew too dour: warm summer thermals, the glistening lake, the occasional moo from a herdbeast (THEY MOO OKAY), the comfort of knowing they were surrounded by their class. In time, Atalath's mood brightened, and when Pipperith landed nearby, she offered a welcoming croon. The support and motivation oozing from the pink only brightened her more, and she decided to offer a Yes! Do tell, brother! while looking to J'go and Facinuth. Suddenly, she'd transformed into a wigglebeast that was watching her targets with nothing less than utter trust and thoughtfulness. Atalath had, for the moment, become herself.

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Finally, the day had come. Someone out there in the world had decided it was time to hammer tradition, punishment, and reality back into Dalibor, and A'yeena couldn't say he was surprised. Before now, he'd simply watched and waited for any one person to act so drastically against the Weyr, and it had happened in the form of the Weyrs of Pern showing up unannounced. But back then, it was simply a spectacle he'd been waiting to see. Now, he'd tried burying the thoughts of those possibilities. He had little to live for before Aiuth came along - little to tie him to the Weyr, anyway. His canines he could take with him. Aiuth, however... this was her home, and now it was truly his as well. He was no longer riding on fairytales and fate. This was the real deal, and it was time they earned their keep.

A'yeena had little to say to Dh'mel when their task was set, working diligently under the setting sun. He was sad to see it go, but it was still warm enough that the weyrling found the work to be slightly enjoyable. Behind him, Nuwe sat, yawning and soon settling onto her belly with her head between her paws. She was used to the commotion of people and dragons by now, and after a long day's training and work, the icehowler was content. Kaba, however, raced a circle around the Peacepainters and their dragonets, jumping in and barking at Aiuth in particular. The yellow skipped after her momentarily before crooning to each of her classmates, nudging them along until she galloped towards a few hovering dragons.

Be safe, be valiant, be brave! Do not let them destroy our beautiful home! You will make us proud! she called, flapping her wings in earnest. Oooh, she would get to join them one day! As enthusiastic as she was, she was also worried. The flora, the fauna, the people of Western... they must have been traumatized. They were so innocent and finally at peace with the world... what could have happened to someone to make them do such a thing? They must be in a terrible state, Mine, to want to make others feel the pain they do.

A'yeena snorted, wiping sweat from his brow before rolling his eyes. Yeah, I'm sure. Remind me to send them a sympathy card once this is all said and done.

Well, that was simply uncalled for. Aiuth approached Hers and gave him a rough nudge in his arm, her narrowing eyes accompanied by a displeased whistle. We cannot judge those we do not know. Their actions are wrong, yes, but that does not mean ours has to be! She watched their class fill the firestone sacks sadly, unsure what they would need so much for if it was not Thread they were fighting. Two wrongs do not make a right. With this fire, the world will suffer, not heal!

She extended her thoughts to anyone nearby, but turned especially to Ziprith. These humans were not the animals she fawned over, but they were still creatures of Pern, and thus they deserved all of her support and emotion. A'yeena paused in his work and sighed, but Aiuth's mind was away from him and in a faraway place, reaching for a special presence she was certain needed loving support. Her poor mother... We are here for you mother, we will help you and Yours and your home and all will be well. There will be blue skies just around the corner! Her voice was honey and adoration as she spoke to Valeath, praying that a glimmer of hope would brighten her fellow yellow somehow.

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Rannixis was freshly bathed, dressed, and heading to the dining hall for a very late meal when Vrell and her beast called. A summons for a head-count? The apprentice slowed his stride and arched a brow, momentarily considering the situation as he stopped. This was too unusual for a routine check, and the distress evident from them both definitely led him to believe something was up. Regardless, orders were orders. A turn of his boot and Ran was briskly walking back to the common room, soon finding himself among his peers so mother-hen Vrell could check them over. He was stony as a statue as he waited, expression stern as he counted down the time. Before he could consider them valuable moments wasted, they were being led outside, and from there it was evident that this was not to be a routine night.

Hands clasped behind his back, Rannixis visibly showed no reaction to the news of Western's siege. Inwardly, however, he was slightly amused. He'd arrived not even a sevenday before now and already he was getting to see how chaotic this place could be - how much better could his timing have been? Before Rayna was done with her speech, he turned his gaze back to Vrell, curious to see what direction she would send them in. Seemed firestone bagging and supply-check was in order; menial tasks, but appropriate for their rank, he supposed. Before he moved, he eyed the firestone with an air of curiosity. What - or who - would be getting flamed tonight? Being the strong lad he was, the candidate prepared to move towards the 'stone, but another announcement later and he was being redirected to the healer's tents. Rannixis snorted. How unorganized.

He made no move to greet Ems and her dragon first, instead ducking directly into a tent to wash up beforehand, peeling back the sleeves of his shirt before dunking them in water. T'was a shame he'd be ruining such nice clothing, but if he were to be honest, he much preferred being here. Whoever was invading Western was either completely idiotic or truly a genius. If the latter were the case, he would not be surprised if there were spies planted in the Weyr. Ran took a quick look around and made note of where the particularly sharp instruments were in case things got awry here, as he was more than prepared to inflict justice on any intruders if they dare tried to attack. The question was, would he slip one in his pocket...?

Afterwards, he promptly walked back to Ems, standing right in front of Kapth so the blue could get a clear image to project to his rider if desired.

"Rannixis reporting in. I will be to your left awaiting orders."
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They had had someone appear who was not injured. Now was the time to put their work to the test. With a crackle the brown burst forth from Between scream ripping through the air.
I CANNOT... I CANNOT HEAR MINE! HE IS GONE WHERE IS HE?!
The usually calm brown was erratic in his throughts, flight frenzied as he attempted to take a look at his rider. There was something small there. Some small thought from his rider but no words of worry or comfort. C’at’s worries were usually what told Deretsoth he was still alive.

HELP! SOMEONE HELP HIM!
The red blood was stopped for the most part from the bolt still wedged in his shoulder. C’at’s eyes were rolling in the back of his head as Deretsoth’s panic was the only thing keeping him from totally slipping into unconsciousness.

Wake up. WAKE UP!
His shoulder ached like nothing else but as long as that pain was still there, he knew C’at was still alive. Right?

Their first casualty had arrived. Rayna held her breath as she watched the brown dragon struggle through the air. Laanasuth would probably have to do something about the brown, he was a particularly large dragon.
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Pipperith's head twisted a one-eighty as she sat up on the Rim, her eyes on the shrieking brown.

Sadly we have no more time for planning, she announced to the Canyoncrossers. I would like you all to make a line and follow me! We are going to slow Deretsoth down! The pink dragon flittered off the edge of the Bowl and proceeded to lead the flying Weyrlings around the outer perimeter of the Rim. Truly it was not so different from having them sitting on the Rim, except now they had a formation. They had the prompt to act as one. And they remained out of Meridian's way, and that of the queens.

Moving into a hover once she had ringed the Canyoncrossers in a semicircle, Pip tossed her head at them to recall their attention. Dragons were usually quick to snap their eyes to the nearest flailing thing. I would like you all to focus on Deretsoth and tell him it will be alright. Try to be as... Her front paws worked, grasping at air. Blue as possible! Like your beautiful eyes, see? The pink motioned to hers, which against all circumstance whirled only a bit, mostly in thought. If you are already blue on the outside, then you are just as you should be. Now, focus! Think of when you met yours. A touch of green entered her gaze. I am sure that you can remember that.

She turned her crested head out instructively toward the writhing brown. Deretsoth! It will be alright! Be brave Deretsoth! We are here. We will help you. she called, then glanced toward the dragonets. Can you do it, Raquith? she asked the red privately.

What do you see?

Something sticking out of his shoulder. It is not Thread, the dragon wondered.

No other injuries?

Not that I can see.

Is he still strapped in?

Yes.

Fine. Extract him.

Stay here, Pipperith warned the wing, breaking off from them and gliding toward the brown. I am removing the rider, she warned the Weyr at large, voice straying toward tremulous. She needed...small. Like a surgeon her scalpel. She saw it, squatting on a ledge: Suxtieth, please join me. We must fly very close to Deretsoth, but you closest of all. I will lift away the rider, you must cut the two straps holding him to the harness. I could tear it, but I fear dragging too much of it with me. As she approached the brown: Please do not be afraid Deretsoth, she implored, her voice even, almost toneless. She backwinged till Suxtieth got in position.

Soon the precision cut of the harness let her wrap one paw against C'at's back and one behind his legs, pulling him away perfectly flat. The panicking dragon's wing may have slapped her lower legs and tail as she floated off, but she paid it no mind. All of you must hold him in your thoughts, as best you can now. Do not let him follow until he is calm! I know you can do it, she told the Canyoncrossers, then folded her wings and brought C'at to the ground. The brownrider was laid out across a table by Ems, her Candidates, and the other healers, and just as quick Pipperith took off, returning to the Weyrling Wing.
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Although Raloma had a soft touch and a bit of healing know-how, she had been directed to the Weyrfolk (probably a good idea, given the recent loss of her brother). And Runner, while he wasn't an official candidate, certainly felt more like a part of that group than some crummy Weyrfolk. Plus, he was swiftly growing into a strong young man, and he had energy to spare, so he sneakily joined the other candidates bagging firestone before some auntie could send him to the kitchens. "I bet I can bag firestone faster than you," he shot at Scaparra, grinning all lopsided. "Wher candidates versus Dragon candidates! Who's with me?"

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Want best protect? Obelisk growled at Kazhisk in an uncharacteristically loquacious display, Protect Yours. Others worry 'bout others. No start stupid fight. "Aw, you do care!" Obelia cooed, giving the Blue a scratch under the chin. Obelisk abruptly pulled his head away, shaking it for a moment. "You make sure to call Obelisk or Gennesk if she gets out of control," Obelia added to Kazhimur, tone firm. "We'll be right there to help you."

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Pfffttt, Kapth replied to Vresk, sticking his tongue out from across the bowl. Not my fault your piddly wher-brain's too small to figure it out! Now was not the time to pick fights, however, as Ems informed him. So Kapth let the Wher be, turning instead towards the arriving candidates. Ems kept her hand on his shoulder, fingertips dug in to the bumps on his hide, so he knew not to walk off without warning her. They'd been practicing.

She could still only borrow his eyes in flashes, though, or risk headaches and nausea. It was easier when she was on his back, but right now she'd need her hands down on the ground, so snapshots it was. She didn't bother looking at the candidates as they arrived, but made note of their voices, their apparent heights, and how much auditory 'space' they seemed to take up in front of her. Hopefully that would be enough to keep them straight - if not, Kapth could help. Dragons were good with names. It's like a game, Ems added, and Kapth totally missed the dryness of her tone in order to start memorizing the names immediately.

Out of the four that had introduced themselves, the one with the youngest voice and the smallest presence was Vintner. Since her Candidates would likely have to do quite a bit of lifting, moving, and carrying, she might as well send the tiny one to Dan'lusian. "You," she said, pointing vaguely in Vintner's direction, "Go see what Dan'lusian wants. He's the pinkrider somewhere... over... there," she said, gesturing to the left, where the Weyrlingmaster's voice had gone. "If he doesn't need you, I do, so get back here as quick as you can."

Of the remaining three, the antiseptic odor of redwort was only wafting off Rannixis. Ems aimed her face at him, then snapped, "Since you're the only one with clean hands, you've volunteered yourself to go through the supplies and make sure the apprentices brought out everything we need. Buckets of redwort, pots of numbweed, lots of bandages, wooden splints and boards, needlethorns and waterproofed tubing, scissors or knives, rolled towels, water and ice, if there is any. Torian and Ezekera, run inside and wash your hands, then come dip your hands in the redwort, and... shells and crackdust." There was a scream high above, and a quick visual from Kapth showed an incoming dragon with a clearly damaged, drooping rider with something sticking out of his chest. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" Ems shouted.

She then turned her eyes - well, Kapth's - to the falling brown, bile rising in her throat. "Be careful of his head! Keep his neck steady!" It took Ems a moment to realize that she wasn't Kapth, and shouting from way down her wasn't going to do anything at all. Kapth! Tell them, now! Why? It's fun to watch them struggle. Kapth, a man's life is at stake! So? Ems gaped at her dragon for a moment, then punched him in the side. She cast around for a moment, then tried, There'll be nothing fun to do down here if he's already dead when he gets here. Oh, that does sound boring. Alright. Pipperith? Mine says DO NOT MOVE HIS NECK! KEEP HIS HEAD STEADY, DO NOT LET IT FLOP AROUND LIKE SOME SORT OF FORGOTTEN SCARF OR SOMETHING. The blue imitated his rider's tone near-perfectly, adding an additional dose of sanctimonious irritation, which made him laugh at his own excellent joke even as he refused Ems' demands to use his eyes. She'd just have to trust the pink, for now.

Fuming, Ems started issuing orders to whichever candidates were listening. "Lay a bunch of long bandages across the table width-wise, so they're hanging off the edges. Then get one of the longest boards, the human-sized ones, and lay it over the bandages. And a rolled towel up near the head, to support the rider's neck." She wished she could pace, but that was a dangerous proposition, so she stayed where she was, clinging to Kapth.

"As soon as he's on the table, Ezekera will stabilize his head and give me a verbal description of any abnormalities on the head or neck. You'll also try to get the rider to respond correctly to your verbal cues for his name, age, and Wing. Torian, you tie him on to the board as securely as you can without cutting off his circulation, then pack towels around his head - tie them down if you have to - to keep his head steady when we move him. Rannixis, get me the bucket of redwort, a stack of gauze, some scissors, and some bandages. When he lands, position me near the wound in his chest, describe it for me, then if you have time get him out of his flightleathers and tell me about any other injuries. As soon as I'm done with his chest, we'll carry him into the infirmary." Kapth? Tell the healers they have one incoming. If it's a punctured lung or a true altered conscious, he'll go inside. If it's just a wound in his shoulder, he'll go to Dan'lusian.

((Boo, IS this a punctured lung? C'at could totally survive that, but it'll change his symptoms and Ems' treatment.

Also if I made any pern-specific healing errors, please correct me!))
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As the screaming brown appeared in Dalibor airspace, Laanasuth shifted, her wings spreading in case she was needed to secure him and urge him down. Your rider is alive, she told him firmly, adding her input to that of Pipperith and the younglings. You must be calm, because he needs you to be the strong solid one now.

Blue? There was at least one who could do blue here! I'm blue all over, Deliruth chimed in, bobbing in the air with eyes that whirled in light-mid-dark blue patterns like her hide. Der-et-soth, you can't be dust on the wind. You should be like dirt, or rock. There to stand on.

H'ler shook his head, covering his face for a moment with his hand. How incredibly reassuring.


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EPSILON PRIDE! REPORT! Embosk had called on them, and Desk summoned her pride with an authority that cared nothing for her small stature. Armor. Weapons. Western calls.

Properly armed and armored himself, Der looked about. Alpha, Bravo, Epsilon. Vrell had to organize candidates and help with Weyr organization. Kalenna had to stay the same as Embomere did. Was he really the only called upon prideleader that could go?

Apparently so. Very well. Quick words with the waiting Meridian riders on standby arranged transport for his Pride.

We go to forest, sneak hunt, Desk determined. Much of Bravo was already dispatched to the fighting at the main hold. Epsilon, minus the pridesecond assigned elsewhere, would join those trying to disable the attackers in the trees outside of Western, the greatest threat to Dalibor's wings.


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Dolly looked up, eyes flashing with fear at the cries of panic above her. Was someone injured already? That didn't sound good. Why would anyone even want to hurt those that work so hard to keep them safe? Time to worry about that later. Right now, it was time to get to work. Sutiexth was relaying Pippereth's request and they were already in the air. Dolly bit her lip. What they were asking would require a lot tighter flying than just delivering fire stone. If they missed, they could hurt Deretsoth or his rider.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "We can do this," she said, more for herself than for Sutiexth. Yes, we can, her dragon agreed with confidence. Pippereth backwinged out of the way, and Dolly saw their opening. "Now!" Sutiexth shot forward, right between the brown's wings. Her claws stretched out and and sliced neatly through the straps. Then they were away, allowing Pippereth to come in and carry C'at to safety.

Well done, Sutiexth said, pleased. Dolly nodded, taking a breath. Do you think he'll be alright? she asked hopefully. Then landed again on their ledge, waiting for the next call to help. I can not say, Sutiexth said regretfully. It is in the hands of the Healers now.

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Torian looked up, frowning. It looked like they would be needed sooner, rather than later. What a mess, and he was still worried about his family. Well, he had work to do. Nodding to Ems, he ran to get cleaned up. So used to not worrying that much about dirt, he was reminded of the dangers infection often had with open wounds. When he came back, they were bring the rider down. He didn't look too good, but Torian was no expert. Healers could do some amazing things sometimes.

Once the rider was on the table, Torian got to work following Ems' instructions. At least trying knots was something he could understand and do well. He stretched the bandages over the man, trying them down securely on the sides. Tight enough to keep him from moving around, but not so tight as to bother his breathing. Then he did the same with legs and wrists just in case. Finally he surrounded the man's head with towels and secured those in place. It felt a little like tying up a prisoner, but Torian knew it was needed. If the rider starting moving in pain, he might fall off the table or injure himself more.
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If he could just catch a thought from his rider that would be enough, Deretsoth thought. Even when C’at was asleep he dreamed. They dreamed together. Of course, C’at had suffered injuries before but he had always managed to pull himself out of the situations. Suddenly there were a number of dragons near him. A pink he did not know too well, a blue who he recalled as a recent hatchling then there was a grey and the copper. Not his mother though. No Kalith had long since made her way Between… They were speaking to him, trying to tell him to be calm. Well, it was all very well for them, they could hear their riders.

However, he was sufficiently distracted as Pipperith and Sutiexth came close. It was the power of the copper Queen that managed to calm him sufficiently. She was firm, a Queen’s power. A moment later and his rider was cut from the straps. Deretsoth called out with surprise as he watched the small body soar away from him. Although he tried to follow he was stopped by the Deliruth and Pipperith who flew before him.

I promised to keep him safe. I told him to be optimistic and prepare for the worst. It cannot get any worse than this… I was unprepared…
Calm was beginning to return. Not the calm attitude he usually maintained but either way, C’at was going to get the help he needed. He was with the healers now. They would save him, it was all Deretsoth could tell himself. His breathing was still frenzied as he craned his neck to look past the other dragons.

C’at could hear the words of the people around him but thinking was hard. Breathing was hard. The rattling in his breath would likely terrify some, the signs of a punctured lung. The pain was the only thing he could truly feel and it was that pain he latched onto. As long as he didn’t let himself fall he would be safe. He was used to pain.

Very nicely done, all of you.
Couineth was maintaining a ground position for the time being, watching over the transport of the whers and those grounded dragons.
Epsilon Pride are headed to the forest Zeuth. Bravo is directed to defending the walls. Embomere, send Gamma pride to join the Wall defence.
Everyone, the attackers have breached the walls. Bravo Pride will be joined by Gamma pride.


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(C'sen. Tag: Laanasuth and Pipperith. others mentioned/present but not addressed )

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Kozameth had kept silent, as had C'sen, not wishing to go over J'go and Facinuth, but it seemed that the way things were unfolding would get in the way of the younger rider voicing his thoughts on their course of action. What transpired though, that had the Iron grumbling; he'd expected to continue to feel a proper sense of direction with the Weyrlingmaster's dragon present to lead them. Instead, the Iron pair both found themselves doubting the situation. Still Kozameth launched himself from the borrowed ledge, slipping into place in the formation. His eyes, however, did not start to whirl blue, but rather flecked with red as he and his tried to make sense of this madness. Still they kept their own council, at least until the brown was seen to safety.

~Queen Laanasuth, if you are unoccupied, lead our wing, the pink is unfit, and none present have the right to take command while she is present ~, came the mental voice of the Iron, his irritation registering in the barest hints of a growl beneath the otherwise cool, but firm tones of the young king. He was not ordering, but requesting, and seeking the copper as Couineth and Rayna were likely to be busy. C'sen, for his part, could feel the anger he tried to keep tightly controlled boiling up in him at the sheer inefficiency. Thank the first egg no other dragons had popped out of between in need of them while their 'commander' left their ranks with no orders other than 'everyone pay attention to this one dragon that needs help'. ~We cannot all hang useless in the skies to watch one dragon ~ This the Iron shared with poor Pipperith as well, not the least bit abashed at scolding her as if she were the young dragon rather than the other way around. This was not a game, nor was it the time to get all rainbow eyed about the day of their impression, it was time to be disciplined, serious. Help did not come from good feelings, it came from the promise that there was order and that someone had control of the situation ~We cannot risk that the battle for the hold will be brief and lose strength to help dragons that may come later, or count on dragons coming one by one. ~ As if to emphasize his words to the queen, or perhaps as a sheer outlet of still youthful energies, the Iron bugled at the close of his proclamation, still quite unabashed, despite the fact that he usually considered obedience to be a major part of being dutiful. There was a greater duty at play here than being a good young dragon and falling in line with happy blue eyes, and a song in his warble.

C'sen could have stopped his dragon's outburst, quite easily so. Kozameth wasn't out of control, nor was he in the habit of matching wills with his bonded when it came to serious matters or drills. The fact was, not only did the weyrling not discourage the outburst he endorsed it, especially since the Iron would have the good sense to keep his words to the Copper and Pink themselves, even if his physical voice could not be so contained. Anarchy, after all, was not the answer, and some of the dragons in their ranks could easily misunderstand and fall in line with a message the pair of them did not wish to convey.

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It pleased him somehow, to have offered some help to the other boy that was in need of comfort, even if he wasn't sure he'd done as good of a job at it as the Torian seemed to think. Regardless, there was no time to concern himself with his own thoughts of feelings, things were happening and they were happening quickly. Candidates were being sorted where they'd be the most useful, and Reiniel, well he didn't know anything about healing, and he was on the small side. Despite his lack of stature though, he was used to working hard, and having to be quick about it, so the candidate occupied himself with staying out of the way, while running for supplies for the healers.

It didn't take a full basket to carry pots of numbweed, or redwort after all. He was quick enough too, to seize cast aside equipment that those healer trained needed taken away for cleaning without interrupting the flow of there work. It wouldn't be much, but it was one less thing for those skilled hands and minds to have to worry over. Though he was occupied, and his actions didn't betray anything that might detract from the appearance of that focus, Reiniel couldn't help but have brief, likely selfish thoughts that he was glad that Grotevus was not yet bonded to a grown wher; the thought of the journey being taken off to fight at the hold was just too much.... If there was a break in the need for them, he'd have to be sure to see if he could bring klah and maybe a roll or two for those in need. No doubt, many of them would become wearied by their work, and the emotions and thoughts that he himself was thankfully spared from.
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