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Post by Lark on Aug 5, 2011 10:58:12 GMT -5
Inali breathed a sigh of relief as she walked into the dining hall. In the hours since Maelath had finished clutching, the cooks and drudges managed to turn this into yet another beautiful feast. This time there was more Gold decorations than Garnet. Trelis Weyr's color signifying more than just their home. The Weyrwoman paused briefly to let her fingertips brush the soft textures of a table runner. People were starting to file in, and they were waiting still for Iskra to arrive. Tradition had been started by Sahelli to allow the speech be spoken by whoever the Gold's rider was. Last time it had been Inali since Loraketh had clutched. This time it would be Iskra since her Golden Maelath had clutched.
A gold egg. Inali hoped that theyd have enough females to appease the little Queen. They couldn't afford to loose her now. Shaking her head, Inali smiled slightly as Ghost betweened to her shoulder. Petting the silent green, the Weyrwoman went to check on the others that had arrived. Some lords and lady's were among them today. A few from places like Ista or Southern, having been brought in to view the clutch. Trelis had immediately sent out riders since they'd have to widen their searches. Apolla and Sollace holds' leadership was here as well.
Hopefully the four leaders of Trelis would e able to play this dance well. Something had been unsettling to Inali though since the gather. They still didn't know who the dragons were that had attacked them. Or what Weyr they came from. Her hunches didn't bode well either. Outside, Loraketh stretched in the warm but fading sunlight. Night would be taking over soon it seemed. The gold looked at the hatching sands not far off from her ledge, on the WeyrBowl, she could see almost everything. She preferred it this way. No one could sneak up on her now.
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Kierah laughed as she spun Leotie around. The four turn old smiled her normal mischievous grin and let go, moving into the shadows with five other weyrbrats. If Kierah was right Iskra's own son was among them. So that's where he had been, the Harper had wondered.
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He moved silently, a shadow in the growing night. One hand rose into the air, drilling the movement of his group. They were on a mission tonight. The feast was starting, though the Weyr had yet to speak. No, that's when they'd make their move. Everyone was already high off the idea of having a Queen egg. They had no idea they were about to be stolen from. S'vrin smiled, a flash of white in the otherwise black night. His target, and the target of his wing were close.....so very close. They'd have to obey them. They'd give Trelis no other option.
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Post by Zirin on Aug 6, 2011 23:02:25 GMT -5
Yufa, as expected, was dressed in her finest clothing since a clutching feast was a special occasion, more so than normal with the golden egg on the sands. Despite the hatching still being a long time away, Yufa was already feeling the excitement in the air. She also didn’t doubt that the knowledge that a queen, a real queen, was going to hatch. It in itself was a comforting notion after the strange hatchlings from Loraketh’s clutch, and the trouble they brought. Approaching the doorway, she noticed her brother hanging back at the entrance. It was strange to see him without Peniath at his side, but she assumed the young green was simply getting too large to easily accompany U’wa everywhere.
“May I join you, dear brother?” She asked with a dainty curtsy, pleased to see his face change from one of insecurity to complete happiness. She looped her arm in his, smiling lightly as Cassim and Fari made their own greetings from their owners shoulders, then the Candidate and Weyrling stepped into the Hall to stroll around and mingle before the formalities truly began. Yufa made sure to greet anyone she recognized, even that wher candidate Korvin (though she was not pleased by the annoyed grunt she got in return), and pushed her brother to do the same for his fellow weyrlings when he saw them, though when he noticed and greeted J’dol, the wink he received in response was a bit too unnerving for the poor boy.
J’dol strode lazily around the hall, greeting people he recognized, looking over those he didn’t, and feeling upset that he wouldn’t be able to actually hit on anyone. As much as he loved Kayath, and wouldn’t trade the Topaz for all of Pern, he sometimes felt frustrated with the restrictions placed on weyrlings. Sighing, he lazily made his way towards the table he would be sitting at, glad he was able to grab a seat relatively close to the Weyrwomen. In the last few months, especially since the gather, he had learned he liked being within reasonable distance of the Weyr’s leaders, if only to get the information he wanted if something happened. He was especially glad that Kayath was safe and sound in the barracks on the off chance something happened, though he knew he was likely just being a worry wart.
Soheath lounged lazily on his ledge, not paying particular attention to the goings on below. He had taken some time earlier that day to look over the clutch from a distance, and croon his congratulations at the mother and father, but now that he had done that, he had no other task to do today as His was inside attending the feast. You make it sound like you having nothing to do at all. Why don’t you play with Trouble? I don’t want her making a mess in here. Soheath rumbled in response, not particularly fond of babysitting the annoying flit. No… he would nap. That seemed like a good idea.
Ad’os chuckled to himself as he greeted a few friends inside the hall, waiting to take his seat when the time came.
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Post by Zero on Aug 8, 2011 13:00:45 GMT -5
The time had come again for the weyr to get together and as always S’val made sure he was in attendance. It was a big night after all. There was a healthy clutch on the sands and the promise of a young gold to impress in the near future. Despite the attack that had occurred during the recent gather, things seemed to be getting back to normal, or as normal as Trelis could be.
S’val sighed lowly to himself as he moved to pull at the collar of his tunic for what felt like the millionth time that night. He hated dressing up in his finer attire but always made sure to look presentable when the occasion called for it and tonight was definitely one of those nights. Forcing himself to stop fidgeting with his clothes the bronze rider slowly made his way around the quickly filling hall. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly and efficiently the kitchen staff were able to prepare and transform the place. It really was remarkable indeed. As he walked he felt a familiar weight settle on his left shoulder and then his right. Glancing to each side, S’val smiled at his two young flits as they settled in and took their usual poses. Draco sat calmly and rather stoic on His shoulder while Orion was the complete opposite, with his eyes and head spinning so fast, as he tried to take everything in at once, that it was a wonder the young ’lizard didn’t fall of His’ shoulder. It didn’t take the man long to figure out where his trouble making Reign had wandered off too as no sooner did the two youngsters show up did he hear a shriek sound from the kitchens. The man sighed and rubbed at the stubble along his chin, assuming that the shrieks were caused by his rambunctious brown.
Shaking his head softly, S’val returned his attention to the rest of those already gathered and those still filing in. It was quite a turn out really. Even the leadership from the two nearby holds were in attendance. Nodding to those he knew, the Rider finished his single lap of the room and found himself coming to a stop at the front of the room where the leadership of Trelis would soon be seated. “Evening Inali.” He greeted simply and with an easy smile as he drew near to the Weyrwomans side. Meanwhile Solarith had chosen to keep a vigil eye over both sand and sky from his vantage point on his ledge while His attended the feast.
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Fallon had been thoroughly scouting the room for a new target and had his eye set on the lady holder of Apolla when a familiar voice cut through the crowd. “Long time no see brother. I hope you’re behaving yourself.” As he turned around the thief came face to face with his brother Theault, and although he had just been distracted from his target Fallon found he was able to forgive his only brother for the distraction. The normally sinister man allowed a light smile to tug at his features as the two shook hands in greeting before heading off to the nearest table laden with food to catch up on recent events in the others life.
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After making sure Mideth was settled in comfortably in their room R’xth had made his way up from the barracks to the kitchens. The lad had tried to convince his young gold to curl up and keep the young dragon company but she was having none on it. He was pleasantly surprised to see how nice the hall looked in preparation for the newest clutch. Aurora chirped happily from Her’s shoulder as she excitedly looked over everyone and everything that was laid out. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Ry wandered through the crowd and took the time to greet his fellow weyrlings whenever he happened to cross their path as he made his way to an unoccupied table near the front of the room. He was hoping to hear if the Weyrleaders had found out who was responsible for the prior attack. Not that he was nervous but simply because both Mideth and himself were starting to go a little stir crazy during this lockdown. There was only so much you could take of being cooped up during these sweltering hot summer days before the urge to break out became close to overbearing.
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Post by Lark on Aug 10, 2011 11:10:32 GMT -5
Yazhith was running around like a mad woman...girl....dragon, again. Sighing Zora shook her head. That little thing sure had energy. So did she! As the little green, now the size of a young Gold hatchling, came around again Zora jumped off of her for and landed on her. Warbling with laughter, the dragonet shook her tail and licked Her's face. Mine, Mine, Mine! Did you see the egg Mine? It was all big, and shiny, and ooooooh so pretty! Pretty, pretty little eggie! Am I that pretty? Was my egg that pretty? What about my siblings? Were theirs pretty? I don't think so, but I can't remember. Why can't I remember mine? Am I not good at remembering? Oh well, remembering is for stuck up metallics! I just want to play! Let's play shipfish. I wanna play the shipfish. You'll be the twolegger person in the water. I'm coming to play with you....if you get up that is. Why won't you get up Mine? Whhhhhhhy? Zora widened her eyes. She thought Yazhith would grow out of her lengthy messages. Apparently not. Before Yazhith could go on another tirade, the weyrling picked herself off. Shaking out her wings, Yazhith grinned and wagged her tail. Oooooh, ZoranilleMine! I forgots to tell you something. Hmmm, what was it.....no not that.....nope not that either. Oh yea...NOPE not that! Oh skitterbugs! What was it?!? Oh! Feast! We are supposed to be at that feast thing-a-magig. Zora blinked as she tried to riffle through her dragon's mind voice. Oh! Shards and shells, she had forgotten about the feast. Grabbing up a dress from her already open trunk, Zora pulled the green and bronze dress against her skin. It had flowing sleeves, something Yazhith was currently nipping at gently. "Yazhi, no." The green crooned and hissed in defiance, but left the sleeves alone. Pulling it on, Zora ran hasty fingers through her hair. Miiiiiiinnneeee! You look fabulous. Let's go! We've got to go noooow! Not in two minutes, or five seconds, or one filleroo... Zora stared at her dragonet. "What in Faranth's name is a filleroo?" Weelllll, you see it's....WAIT! Nope, no, nopedy, nope, nope! Not getting distracted this time ZoraMine. No sir-e! Well, I do get distracted lots of times though....Anyway! We've got to go, go, go! Like noooow!Zora shook her head as she laughed and led the dragonet put the barracks and through the corridors. The feast as always was in the dining hall. When she got there, she smiled as some weyrlings came into view. Being just small enough, Yazhith followed Zoranille in. "Don't know if you're supposed to be in here love." Who cared though. The newborn Good wouldnt be much bigger or smaller than her, and she would definitely be allowed in at the hatching feast. Seeing Mideth's rider, Yazhith bounced over followed by Zoranille. Where's my brother!?! I wanna see him and see if he will play with me. Do you think he will? I think he will. Mideth is so nice, I can't see why he won't play. Or maybe Emiath will play instead?!? Where's he? He definitely loves to play! Turning to her dragonet, Zora snapped a quick, "No! You are not playing with that....monster. Remember at your hatching? He tried to KILL you." Buuuut, he was just playing! "No!" |
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Post by kitsuneko on Aug 10, 2011 23:25:18 GMT -5
Iskra was so late to the feast it wasn't even funny, and the worst part was, it was for her own dragon's clutch. She could have kicked herself for losing track of time, but the eggs on the hatching sands, along with their mother, had been the reason she was distracted to begin with. It had taken a word from Maeleth to remind her to stop doting over the queen and attend the feast. The tradition had been in place for turns; she knew quite well she was expected to give the speech this time. Ugh. Another thing she hated doing. Oh well.
She raced through the Weyr, as fast as she could in the skirts and shoes she was wearing, and tried to keep her clothes and hair from getting too disheveled. She entered the dining hall, well aware that her late entrance drew attention to herself and not liking it all, and she tried to hide a scowl. She looked around the by-now rather crowded hall. She caught the occasional glimpse of her nine-turn-old son Bekran in the crowd, and gave him a short smile when he noticed her. He didn't dwell on his mother's appearance long, however; the boy soon lost interest and went to join a group of fellow weyrbrats, and Iskra lost track of him after that.
Then she found Inali, and grimaced as she went to join the Senior Weyrwoman. "I know I'm late, sorry," she said as she grabbed a glass of wine. She didn't drink from it straight away, instead clinking it lightly against the table and clearing her throat to get everyone's attention. Once the noise level died down a bit, she began her speech.
"I've just come from the hatching sands, where Trelis's newest clutch lays. Maeleth has laid a total of twenty-four eggs, including a golden Queen egg!" She couldn't help smiling widely at the thought of that, and this time she didn't try to hide it. "I'm sure the searchriders have already been sent out to find candidates for it, and for Maeleth's other eggs. I'm not sure yet what will come of her clutch," she added, thinking of some of the larger eggs and the new sub-queens from Loraketh's clutch, "But I believe all of them will be healthy and contribute to Trelis's defense against Thread someday." She raised her glass slightly in a toast and sipped, though what she really wanted to do at the moment was gulp down the wine.
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Post by Lark on Aug 10, 2011 23:43:36 GMT -5
Inali nodded as she listened to the Junior Weyrwoman. It had been rushed, but that was because she had been late. Now that was something Inali thought she would never see. Iskra late to her own clutching feast. Hiding the smile, the younger goldrider looked around. Tor was missing as well, the absense being put into the forefront of her mind as the life inside her gave a strong kick. Inali clutched her abdomen, shaking off the feeling that had overcome her. There wasn't anything bad. She had been so disturbed by the gather, she just thought something was going to happen.
Moving over to the older goldrider, Inali dipped her head in greeting. Her dress swisher lightly around her feet, brushing the floor as she straightened. "It's good to see a Gold egg again." She smiled to a passing rider when she spoke. As soon as the surrounding people were gone though, Inali's brow creased and she turned to Iskra full on. "Any sign of intruders yet? Something tells me....I don't think we've seen the last of them. Not with so few candidates being brougt in by other Holds." She bit her lip and reached out for Loraketh. The gold raised her head and tilted it sideways, for a moment considering something before resuming her guard position. It was nothing.
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The dark bronze snorted as he watched the Gold Queen. She was beautiful, but she was young and foolish. A more experienced WeyrQueen might have sensed him. As it was, her older sibling would be too busy with her eggs to notice his presence until it was too late. Fixating on His and the other riders with him, the bronze smirked and fluttered his wings. Oh, this would be good.
On the ground, the bronzerider crept closer. His targets were right there. Yes, not one, but many. Five to be exact if he counted right. That would be plenty. Eyeing the rider next to him, the wingleader motioned to move the slightest bit forward. They were getting closer...so very close.
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Post by Akira on Aug 11, 2011 0:01:25 GMT -5
T'rian smiled broadly as he placed the elabrately wrapped package on the bed that he shared with Inali. He had been looking for just the right gift for weeks now, and when he had seen what was now in the package, he knew that was the one he wanted for the love of his life. T'rianMine, you are very late for the feast. He nodded his head at his dragon's words. After one last smile at the gift, he climbed up onto his dragon's back, and held on tightly as he was carried down into the Weyrbowl. T'rian quietly made his way over to where Inali was now standing. Good evening my Weyrwoman. He bowed to Inali as he spoke. He was smiling lovingly when he stood up. He moved closer, trying to take the woman into a hug, though, he wasn't going to force her. Stallorth on the other hand, had cautiously walked closer to Maelath. Greetings Maelath, I have come to congratulate you on you're lovely clutch. He bowed his head as he spoke to the golden queen.
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Post by Lark on Aug 14, 2011 17:01:57 GMT -5
The night was cool against S'vrin's skin. Inside was warmer, but it wasn't time yet. His plan was going well, so very well. A smile, sick with evil intent crept along his face then. Oh yes, his revenge was finally playing out. His muscles tensed as a greenrider snapped a twig nearby. His face jerked towards her, hissing a warning. It was a loud roar in their ears. She shrunk back, her dragon far away with the others getting the same hiss from his bronze.
S'vrin's eyes flicked back on his target. They were there, still where he had seen them before his interruption. Thoughts of his sister crawled through his mind, tinting it with regret and fury. She had been so young, so beautiful...so easily broken. He'd avenge her. He had to.
It was easy, thinking back on the steps he had taken. The Weyrleader at Ista was an old fool. So easily outdone and blinded by lies. He was leader in name only, the riders listened to him alone. As for the Weyrwoman. S'vrin's grin coyly smirked at that thought. Women are easily manipulated. It is because they are weak.
The sound of his bronze Vezuryth angered S'vrin more. Not all women are weak you idiot! Only some, my sister would never have been so easily manipulated. She would never have fallen. The bronze dipped his head and bit back a growl. My apologies. His rider snorted. He didn't want apologies. He had had enough of those. Instead he ignored his bronze and went back to watching the target.
How much longer? Is it wise to wait so long. I want to grab one and leave now! S'vrin tensed at the unfamiliar mind of his wingrider's green. No, not yet. He mouthed the words to the girl near him. Soon though. A few more feet...he had to wait a good ten minutes before he and his wing were close enough. Three men, that was all that went close enough.
They were strangers in the crowd at the feast. Someone nobody cared to recognize. He slid along the walls, sinking into the shadows. Taking the cloth from his pocket, he held it away from his nose as much as he could. It had been soaked in a solution. Nearing the little group, already outside away from most of the people, he put one hand each around two girls.
The children's faces were covered, inhaling the clothe's scent before they could scream. The boy nearby and another girl were taken by his wingrider, while the wing second, moved to take the last boy of the five. Yes, that one especially needed to come. He was the Junior Weyrwoman's son after all.
Come! The bronze spread his wings as His and the others started to arrive. Grabbing up the two he had in a foot each, Vezuryth crooned. "Do you have it?" The question was sent to his greenrider. The girl smiled as her dragon took her two kidnapped children. "Yes. I'll send it as soon as Iliath is in the air." The bright green dipped down to allow her rider to climb up.
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Loraketh crooned as she saw the passing by form of Solarith. It seemed he was going to check on her sister, a good thing. The WeyrQueen spread her wings open to fly, but was suddenly alarmed by Hers.
Inali was about to say hello to T'rian. Her mouth was open, the words on her tongue. Instead her eyes caught a sudden movement as an arrow of all things landed and imbedded itself in the table near her. The young lady clutched a hand to her chest, eyes widening at the sight. "What..."
Her eyes flicked up as Loraketh's voice echoed in her mind. It is them! My Lady I see them in the sky. The Gold's voice was a harsh snarl. Inali saw the dark forms, but just as quickly the betweened out of sight. Turning to the crowd, no doubt panicked by her dragon's voice, Inali motioned for everyone to settle down. "Check the eggs, check the corridors. What have they done now?" The end was a quiet whisper directed at the leadership next to her.
Kierah looked around. "Leotie?!? Leotie?!?" The Harper frantically moved through the crowd. Heading for her friend and Weyrwoman, Kierah caught her breath. "I can't find her Inali. I can't find my daughter...the last time I saw her she was with your son and a few others." The part about Iskra's son was of course directed at the older Goldrider.
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