Post by Zirin on Oct 4, 2011 16:34:26 GMT -5
U'wa groaned as he turned over, trying to fight the dizzying feeling in his head. A few moments passed before he was able to blink open his eyes, and when he did he wished he hadn't. All around him lay debris and wreckage; trees lifted from the ground, the corpses of the flying critters that hadn't been able to escape the storm, much like him. The memories cam flooding back.
They had been in the air, along with their classmates as elevator duty - to help the civilians find shelter from the rain. They had been told to keep away from the worst of the storm, to leave it for the stronger flyers... but the storm had been much stronger than any of them had ever realized. Within moments the winds had picked up, the rain whipping across their faces so hard and fast it stung their cheeks and made it impossible to see. The had been told to land, told it was too dangerous for such inexperienced flyers to be in the air and they had foolishly been happy to comply with the orders. But Peniath's wings had caught the wind the moment she moved to backwing for landing. They had been carried, forced across the 'bowl with Peniath trying desperately to fly up above the dangerous cliff walls; she had succeeded, but the winds were simply too much for her to keep her coordinates.
Like nothing more than a leaf in the wind, the green weyrling and her rider had been tossed around, battered on all sides by animals, plants and other debris that had been caught with them. It had felt like they were up there for days, U'wa grasping tightly to the green every time something caught and ripped another section of her wing membranes. He had tried all he could to help ehr block the pain, but her own pain, plus the pain of loosing riders and dragons between to the storm, was too much to ignore. U'wa remembered the sudden addition to his fear as he felt his own lifeline snap; his straps, soaked from the rain and weakened by the constant attack of sharp objects, gave way. He remembered falling. Peniath had screamed, screamed until her lungs were empty of air and her body had plunged into the raging ocean ear him, but that was all he could conjure back to his foggy mind.
"P...Peniath?" He croaked weakly, forcing his sore body up, trying to take in his surroundings. He was on a beach somwhere, hopefully somewhere on Trelis's Island, but it could be any of the outlying islands as well. His green was no where to be seen. Panic reaching his heart he bolted up, tripping over his own weak feet as he called again and again, both physically and mentally for the green. "Peniath? Peniath!?" He could feel her, she hadn't left him completely, but the link was weak... very weak. Tears streaming down his face, he ran down the beach, calling until his voice cracked from strain.
U'wa...Mine...? Her voice reached him finally, filling him with a hope he hadn't realized he had lost. You are safe? I am so glad.... I wanted you to be okay... Your Peniath has been... so worried... He ran faster, hurried by her weak voice and finally, finally he could see her green hide, half submerged in water with the rest of her body dragged haphazardly up onto the soft sand. He dropped beside her, crying as he took in her form. Her wing membranes were ripped and torn, though it looked like they could be fixed with time, and for that the young rider was thankful. My... wing.... it hurts.... it hurts so much... Her voice cried piteously in his mind, and it was then he realized the odd position of her wing. He could feel her mind slipping, he could feel her want to lifted herself off the ground and blink between.
"No! Peniath! Don't leave me! Stay with me!" He grabbed her head, pulling it against his chest as best he could, willing her to stay strong. "I won't let you leave! It'll be okay... it'll all be fine...." His voice choked as tears dripped down his face as he felt Peniath slip back into unconcsciousness. But she wasn't gone! She was there, she wasn't leaving him! He prayed to the egg, to Faranth, that someone would be able to find them.
Back at the Weyr, Yufa ran frantically through the Weyrbowl, Braymoth at her side being unusually helpful for once, though he seemed pleased with the chaos that the storm had brought. The young woman called for someone, anyone, to find the brother she couldn't find.
They had been in the air, along with their classmates as elevator duty - to help the civilians find shelter from the rain. They had been told to keep away from the worst of the storm, to leave it for the stronger flyers... but the storm had been much stronger than any of them had ever realized. Within moments the winds had picked up, the rain whipping across their faces so hard and fast it stung their cheeks and made it impossible to see. The had been told to land, told it was too dangerous for such inexperienced flyers to be in the air and they had foolishly been happy to comply with the orders. But Peniath's wings had caught the wind the moment she moved to backwing for landing. They had been carried, forced across the 'bowl with Peniath trying desperately to fly up above the dangerous cliff walls; she had succeeded, but the winds were simply too much for her to keep her coordinates.
Like nothing more than a leaf in the wind, the green weyrling and her rider had been tossed around, battered on all sides by animals, plants and other debris that had been caught with them. It had felt like they were up there for days, U'wa grasping tightly to the green every time something caught and ripped another section of her wing membranes. He had tried all he could to help ehr block the pain, but her own pain, plus the pain of loosing riders and dragons between to the storm, was too much to ignore. U'wa remembered the sudden addition to his fear as he felt his own lifeline snap; his straps, soaked from the rain and weakened by the constant attack of sharp objects, gave way. He remembered falling. Peniath had screamed, screamed until her lungs were empty of air and her body had plunged into the raging ocean ear him, but that was all he could conjure back to his foggy mind.
"P...Peniath?" He croaked weakly, forcing his sore body up, trying to take in his surroundings. He was on a beach somwhere, hopefully somewhere on Trelis's Island, but it could be any of the outlying islands as well. His green was no where to be seen. Panic reaching his heart he bolted up, tripping over his own weak feet as he called again and again, both physically and mentally for the green. "Peniath? Peniath!?" He could feel her, she hadn't left him completely, but the link was weak... very weak. Tears streaming down his face, he ran down the beach, calling until his voice cracked from strain.
U'wa...Mine...? Her voice reached him finally, filling him with a hope he hadn't realized he had lost. You are safe? I am so glad.... I wanted you to be okay... Your Peniath has been... so worried... He ran faster, hurried by her weak voice and finally, finally he could see her green hide, half submerged in water with the rest of her body dragged haphazardly up onto the soft sand. He dropped beside her, crying as he took in her form. Her wing membranes were ripped and torn, though it looked like they could be fixed with time, and for that the young rider was thankful. My... wing.... it hurts.... it hurts so much... Her voice cried piteously in his mind, and it was then he realized the odd position of her wing. He could feel her mind slipping, he could feel her want to lifted herself off the ground and blink between.
"No! Peniath! Don't leave me! Stay with me!" He grabbed her head, pulling it against his chest as best he could, willing her to stay strong. "I won't let you leave! It'll be okay... it'll all be fine...." His voice choked as tears dripped down his face as he felt Peniath slip back into unconcsciousness. But she wasn't gone! She was there, she wasn't leaving him! He prayed to the egg, to Faranth, that someone would be able to find them.
Back at the Weyr, Yufa ran frantically through the Weyrbowl, Braymoth at her side being unusually helpful for once, though he seemed pleased with the chaos that the storm had brought. The young woman called for someone, anyone, to find the brother she couldn't find.
