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 Posted: Jul 1 2016, 02:47 AM
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[ Continued from Puzzles Blown Away... ]

The moons sat high enough that even the Bowl basin treated its occupants to a clear view, unobstructed by Dalibor's high walls. Stars twinkled along the skyscape, ribboned together by the sheens of more distant lights. It was a couple hours before midnight, and the wind had eased to a rare silence. Instead of a tent, a couple rows of freestanding spyglasses stood out on tripod anchors, weighted down in case the breezes dared return. Many singular glass eyes watched the intermittent darkness of heaven.

It was time.

The only person awaiting the most steadfast of Weyrbrats and the other curious denizens of Dalibor was the miner Apprentice, who had an open glow on his belt that underlit his face into a monstrous caricature of confusion. He was anchoring the last couple spyglasses as the crowd approached, green glowlight shining off the sweat of his lonely endeavors.

He looked around at the assembled, fourteen turns himself and dressed in a sharp gray-black vest and trousers, but unable to match his fashion with a clever performance.

"Uhh-hm," he gurgled, and his voice managed to break despite him not even getting a real word out. He looked off hopefully towards the crafter's suites for a few seconds too long, then tried again: "Ahhh-mm-my name is Mannad. Does anyone know, could someone show me to the rooms for the Beastcrafters of the Weyr? Besides the stables and such, where they sleep is what I mean. Though that sounds strange- anyway, does anyone know? I'm, I'm not supposed to be doing this public remonstration. But I was told to sleep on Master Tussbuul's couch and I forgot to ask where everyone else was going."

He rocked his weight back and forth. "They might have told me I was the one to wake them up, I'm n-not, um, I don't know. But if someone can show me I would appreciate it." Suddenly he stuck his arms out, palms up, in an imitation of Aikila. "The show will go on folks! No worries!" he called, trying out his man-depth voice, and his tone cracked in half on the word worries. "Now if someone wants to ahhh step up and be my assistant...and help me find their room... No Weyrbr- no one from the creche please. Someone older." It was like another glow suddenly lit over his head. "Like a dragonrider!" he exclaimed. "Or you know whoever..."

Mannad made popping sounds with his lips, unaware how audible they were in the dead air. "Please don't touch anything while I'm gone, I'll get yelled at. And don't have any dragons landing around here, I'd get yelled at if they knock over anything...too."
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Lintara listened to the attempted introduction by the kid setting up the telescopes for tonight's viewing. Things were getting off to a real good start tonight, weren't they? she thought to herself. She would have looooooved to have seen those scopes her son told her about earlier today; she liked making machines like that. But the young woman and her wher had to go on patrol later that night, and was thus getting her sleep for that instead.

But maybe she could get a glimpse of those machines anyway, now. "I can show you," she volunteered, stepping forward to the teen setting things up. Can you look after Tarzlo while I'm gone? Won't be long, I promise. Her son, so eager to see the stars tonight with the others, had fallen asleep while waiting for things to begin. A brief nap would help him stay awake when the others came back, she was sure.

Lintask watch baby, the Cyan reassured her handler. Make sure sleep undisturbed by clumsy adults, until Lintara back. The wher took up a guard position over the prone boy and his watchful Bronze, nipping at anyone who stepped too close for the wher's comfort.

A man grabbed Lintara's arm as she passed by. "When you're done escorting, have the kitchens send up some klah and sweetrolls, a crowd's worth if they have them. We'll likely need something to keep us all awake tonight, I think." With that G'len released the young woman's arm and let her return to her escorting. He had been far too busy earlier with his assorted leadership duties to see the scopes in action.

"Of course, sir. I'll have them sent here in a bit," the handler acknowledged the order before leaving. In fact, she could stop at the kitchens first before continuing on to the Lower Caverns and the guests sleeping there and spend more time seeing the wonders they had with them. Sounded like a plan to her, anyway.

But his work for the day as Senior Weyrleader and Wingleader was done, and he wasn't going to miss the telescopes tonight. He wasn't wearing any of his various leadership knots, not that people didn't already know who he was on sight by now. He just wanted to see the stars with this new-fangled thing his daughter told him about, and wanted to see too. Assuming he could keep Lerian from playing with the telescopes while their caretaker was gone, that was.

Ylva was also present, waiting for the show to begin. Her dragon, Path, was always talking about the strange things to be found in the skies, and the teen was curious to see how much of the Tan's words could be true, or even what she was talking about half the time. Maybe these telescope things would show her...?

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Mannad, aside from some brightening of his freckled face at Lintara's sacrifice, appeared pale. When a man stopped Lintara, he tilted his head, then went corpse-white at the sight of the man's knots. He covered his bushy hair with both hands, looking away as he waddled after Lintara.

"Mm..." was his only comment of note as she steered them into the kitchens first. He peered at the trays of rolls with his hand resting on the flat of his stomach, then spoke up, "O-oh, I can carry those! Some of them. Oh, the Weyrfolk are taking them out, and tables too." The miner Apprentice sucked all his breath and other words back into his chest, puffing up.

"Well I can take this one," he insisted, and picked up a plate with a fat blueberry sweetroll steaming upon it. He carried the plate dutifully for a while. The sweetroll was not so lucky, disappearing in mysterious chunks every time they turned a corner. He smiled at Lintara about halfway through their journey. "You're a wherhandler!" he announced. "I like you. Whers are lots of good- good for mining. I bet the beastcrafters'll all like you too. There's not much difference between a wher and another animal, except whers listen to you!"

They passed a few empty caves, then discovered the bigger suite the Journeyman and his Apprentices shared. The glows out in the hallway were open, but not lit. The actual fungus was missing from the baskets. Mannad still had a glow on his belt, so he tipped it wide as they walked up to the open mouth of the cave. "Hey wake up!" he called, voice cracking on wake. He shined the singular green light around, trying to piece together the scene from the bits of texture his glowbelt unveiled.

A couch with a red cover, though it looked brown under the glowlight. "Hey this looks the same as Master Tussbuul's," Mannad observed. He rubbed the back of his hand against his cheek, and the light swayed. "It's all sticky in here," he complained. The air weighed heavy on them, like a tiny rainstorm had somehow snuck into the caverns and just passed them by. The swaying light covered a more distant stone dresser, the blank, gray back wall, and the side walls with some frayed rope hanging from them.

"What's that about?" Mannad asked, taking control of his glow to point it at the rope. The top ends were tied to iron spokes, which in turn lodged in the walls. A dribble of something fluid rang across the cavern, the only answer to their call so far. Mannad turned his light to it: it was a sub-cavern, most commonly converted to a communal washroom in big suites like this. "Dripdrips make sense coming from there," the boy rambled.

He stepped further into the room and put his crumb-filled plate on the dresser. "Journeyman?" The glow was reflecting off baskets on the back wall, and he opened them- but there were no glows inside the first one. The second one had a few, and he shook the fungi awake. The blue light passed over the bed at the back of the room, where Journeyman Aikila lay sprawled, his silver hair unbound and spiraled around him in shiny streams along the bedcovers. The Journeyman was positioned awkwardly, one leg hanging off the side of the bed, and all of him was above the covers, in a white long tunic.

Mannad squinted, but the Journeyman's chest was moving up and down. "Wow," he concluded dryly, and strutted over to grab his shoulder. Aikila cried out when he did, surprising Mannad who noticed only then that Aikila's blue eyes were already open. Till the Apprentice touched him, though, they had been fixed on the ceiling. Mannad withdrew his hand, and then made a high squeak as he looked down the Journeyman's arm. Towards the hand the sleeve was torn, individual strands feathered out like the wispy claws of a sea-nettle. The arm beneath looked red, red with little streams of ruby, far too colorful to be skin.

As he backed up, he saw the same kinds of wounds opened on the front side of one of Aikila's legs, and the knee of the other. Like a fresh and unrelieved Threadscore, patches of each limb had been reduced to their meaty innards. Aikila started breathing too fast, hyperventilating, and Mannad ran behind Lintara, clutching the leg of her clothing as he peeked from behind her.

Not far from the head of Aikila's rich bed stood the rows of scopes he had arranged outside earlier, and at the foot of those a few scraps of cloth in a puddle on the floor. Despite everything, Mannad in the end made himself useful. Or redundant, at least. "Winnie," he coughed, and an enormous brown firelizard appeared. The flying reptile made an immediate dart of his head toward the collapsed Journeyman, trilling, but Mannad reached up and pulled on one of his sandy-colored tail. Winnie landed on him, over his face, humming reassurances.

"Winnie," Mannad began, muffled beneath the wings, as he balled his hands into fists of concentration. "Remember that scary guy I saw earlier? No, that's Master Tussbuul's watchwher," He responded to the images the flit offered. "I mean like a man. A tall man." He tried to remember every detail of Weyrleader G'len. "You weren't with me, but he looks like this. Show his dragon Aikila so he knows something is wrong! Um, show all the dragons! O-or the whers!"

Aikila, now fully roused, screamed and reached for his bared arm, but was unable to touch it with his healthy, shaking hand. Winnie screamed in response and clung to Mannad's face more closely. "Or- or we can look for the Apprentices!" the boy babbled, because there was not a sign of them anywhere in the room. "W-Winnie get off my face so we can check the wash!"

Anything to get away from the bloodied Journeyman. Mannad tore away from Lintara and ran into the subcavern, where he nearly broke his neck slipping on the wet floor. One of the Weyr's many heated wellsprings sat in the center of the room. "What's wrong with the water?" Mannad yelled back at Lintara, as if she held all the answers. As if answers could be had when Aikila would not stop screaming.

[ As of this post, every dragon and watchwher in Dalibor, as well as all the flits, have been shown an image of Journeyman Aikila lying in a bed in the lower caverns, most of his arms and legs bloodied. This image comes from a frightened flit and may not be perfectly clear to everyone, but Aikila's silver hair could be recognizable to those who know him. ]
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Wynsk stiffened and Wynmuri felt her hand go for her knife instinctively. She recognized this. Her wher was receiving something and it didn't look like pleasant news. 'Blood,' the wher reported succinctly. The image had been muddled and panicked at best, but that much was clear. He sniffed, turning his head as he tried to determine where the image had come from.

Wyn felt sweat run down her kneck. Another attack? How did they get in this time? Security should have been so tight! 'Where?' she asked quickly, drawing out her knife. She hadn't been idle after the last few attacks. She'd been taking extra time to practice hand to hand fighting, though she still wasn't sure she was good enough for a real fight. Maybe they were about to find out.

Wynsk turned in the direction of the Lower Caverns. 'Guest room,' he determined. He relayed the image to Wyn who felt a knot in her throat. That did not look pretty. Was that the odd journeyman who had come to visit? Wasn't he supposed to be out looking at stars? No time to question it. They weren't far from his room. It was time to move.

The pair took off at a swift run, followed by the ghostly presence of Quartz the icehowler. So much for a lazy patrol and some star gazing, Wyn thought bitterly. Couldn't they have peace for one single turn? As they went, all three kept lookout for possible enemies, but their didn't seem to be any. That was likely a good thing, but it made the whole situation all the more puzzling. This had better not be a joke or it was in very poor taste.

As Wyn rounded the corner to Aikila's room, she knew this was no joke. Even she could smell the blood, or maybe it was just Wynsk letting her know how strong it was. A quick survey of the room didn't reveal any hidden enemies, but Wyn was still on alert. 'Wynsk call a healer,' she ordered quickly. If one wasn't already coming, they were going to need one.

"What happened?" she asked Lintara, breathless but trying to control her rising tension. It did no one any good to panic. First they needed to get Aikila help and then try to determine what happened here.

'Healer come,' Wynsk's call went out to any wher or dragon awake to hear. His voice was the usual calm monotone, though those that knew him might realize how tense he was. The call was accompanied by a clearer image of Aikila, just so they would get the message of urgency. He then left the screaming human for Wyn and the others to deal with and set about examining the room closely. He sniffed the rags on the floor suspiciously.

Quartz whined, unwilling to venture to close to the source of the terrible noise. She leaned her great head down to nuzzle Mannad for comfort. Was the little human, alright?
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Tanner sat crosslegged on the edge of Harper’s weyrledge, furiously sipping on a mug of klah.

She peered down into the moonlit weyrbowl, squinting toward the tent. She wasn’t accustomed to staying up late, an early-riser by habit, but if the cause was exciting enough, she would always make an exception. She was excited, of course, to see what the stars looked like through the larger spyglasses, but the weyrbrat especially wanted to know what progress there was with the snake stones. Had they gone fuzzy all the way through? Maybe they had even turned back into snakes! Not mean bitey ones like regular tunnelsnakes, though—glow in the dark ones who didn’t want to hurt anybody and let rosies cuddle up to them for naps.

She squinted harder as she saw some dim shapes beginning to move toward the tent, and then her face lit up in a grin. It must be time! Glimmer, awake and on duty on her shoulder while Shimmer slept draped around her neck like a shiny purple scarf, squeaked as her perch rapidly rushed upward. Tanner grabbed the little auburn creature, holding her securely in one arm while the other arm was flung out for balance, hopping down the now familiar stairs toward the weyrbowl.

Quick though she was, however, there were quite a lot of stairs. By the time she had run across the bowl to the tent, there was no sign of Aikila, or even any of his apprentices. Tanner frowned, walking uncertainly into it, as if perhaps the journeyman and his cohort were simply hiding somewhere. But they were nowhere to be found.

Was she too early, afterall? Tanner chewed at her lip, feeling suddenly uneasy, standing there in the dark, with only her stoat and her sleeping firelizard for familiar company. Where was the brilliant journeyman with the big white smile, who had called her—her—a star? The helpful apprentices, young but confident? Where was the demonstration, the unveiling of the stars through those long glass-eyed poles?

She held Glimmer close to her chest, stroking the stoat’s back. She would wait, and hope that all the good things they had been promised would come.

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It started with a scream.

Not the audible kind, but a visual one. A panicked image of blood, of injury, of attack, perhaps, though by who or what, none could yet say. A terrible picture, flung out to the world. A plea for help, for comprehension.

A plea, perhaps, for justice.

Chisk passed the image to Chiyo as smoothly as she herself received it, and both heads, dark-headed human and green-hided wher, turned toward the lower caverns. They had been on early-patrol, in-weyr, but had not yet reached that particular place. They weren’t far, though. It only took a minute of quick movement through the weyr’s winding tunnels before Marlowe’s furred ears pressed back against her gray head, preceding a low whine, and another minute before Chiyo could hear the screaming.

She slipped on-scene just behind a familiar presence, the blackhandler from her class. A prickle of amusement, in a dark moment: they always did end up investigating together, didn’t they? If she must have a regular partner, beyond the two-toed kind, Wynmuri would always be her choice.

“That’s the scope guy,” she said to Wynmuri, flicking her head toward Aikila. “Was in the bowl this afternoon. Craft demonstration. For the kids.” She folded her arms over her chest, peering into the room’s darkness with a hard gaze. “There were four. Others. Apprentices.” Chiyo stared speculatively up at the stone of the hallway’s ceiling, a gaze that wandered down its walls with a sideways tilt of her head. “Awful dark in here.” She held out an arm, closer to the room, feeling the weight of the humidity on her skin. “Wet.”

No glows, Chisk confirmed, to Chiyo and her situational blackhandler partner both, flicking her tail along the line of empty baskets as she stalked past the wall.

“Kids might have taken them. We need to find them.” The greenhandler approached Mannad, but there was no fuzzy, canine comfort in her demeanor. Her eyes were cool as river stones. “Yeah. This is rough. I know. But we need you to be calm. So we can make sure everyone else stays safe. You’re a miner, aren’t you? How do you act if there’s a problem in the tunnels?” She tilted her head, studied him. “Do you know their faces? The apprentices?” She gestured toward the green firelizard on her shoulder, who stared down at him with unblinking lime-green eyes. “If you do, share it with your flit. Have him show all the others. Nothing can hide for long in these walls.”

Armed with their faces or not, Arkady soon hopped from Chiyo’s shoulder down to her fist. Chiyo held her before her like a falconer’s bird, issuing her command. “Start checking the rooms. Anything amiss, anyone who might be the apprentices, report back.” A pause. Don’t linger long.

Chisk, it seemed, had received her own warning. Her long spiked snout alone pushed cautiously into Aikila’s room, sweeping over the walls, the ceiling, for whatever wher eyes could see that human’s could not.
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Lessons weren't boring. Not really. They could be...okay they were sometimes. Ugh. Oreanda let out an explosive sigh echoed in the release of tension from the wher sitting beside her. One of his wings was laying across her lap so she could oil it; he'd grown so much in the short month since Nevisk's hatching. He was always itchy. So was she. Nearly midnight. That was basically midday for them now, and there really wasn't much to do right now. Oh, she'd run into plenty of Weyrlings during the day doing basically nothing, just waiting for their next assignment. She'd thought, perhaps, that the night shift would have been slightly more thrilling.

She. had. been. wrong.

Oh, Ijo always gave them this or that task, but the problem was...they were just too good at doing things. Weren't they? She heard the near-silent pop of air and squeaky moistness that meant Osk had opened his mouth in something of a smile. He agreed. They were doing everything they could do to be star pupils, even staying out of trouble. At least they had been...until the firelizard showed up. She heard the hum as it passed through the air. Firelizards were so high, it was like a shriek nearly out of her auditory range. It was speaking to...everyone, Osk growled.

Piqued, she leaned forward as he filtered the image from the flit to her. It looked odd, like most images. Barb appeared over their head, hissing angrily. This just wasn't the way things were done, she should have been the one to show them, not some...upstart outlander. They were already moving. Maybe they could help. It'll be faster my way, Anda warned the wher as he climbed up into her arms. He was nearly two and a half feet long now, from nose to rump, but worse than that was his thickness. He was going to be a brute, she could tell. Thick in body, even though she had no idea how large he would really be. After all, she never had laid eyes on a wher before.

They had to be quick, she knew, if they wanted to make it there before Ijo outright forbade them from going. They were dutiful, the both of them, but they were also cunning. They would never go against Ijo's direct orders, but they would certainly act until given those orders. They just had to be quick. It helped that they were so close to the caverns where the others were gathering. She found her way easily enough, soft clicks of her tongue, but Osk was the greatest help; he could smell the blood. It teased along her own sinuses with a metallic tinge, it made a path she could easily follow. They arrived quietly, staying well out of the way where Osk could meld into her mind and share his eyes, giving her a perfect image of those gathering.

"I can speak to the dragons," she stated, and did so; they weren't speaking themselves yet--save for curious exclamations. She reached out to Couineth, Laanasuth, and Keth first, allowing her thoughts to bubble over delicately to Zeuth and Vespasiath; A Crafter is wounded she stated, seeking to bring some semblance of information to what the flitter had supplied--so they would know what they were getting into. They are calling him 'Aikila'. Osk tilted his head to take in more, filtering information into her mind so that she could in turn give it to the dragons. A healer is needed. Wynsk and Chisk have reported.

Osk has reported the Bronze filtered through her; and Oreanda felt his pride--though she was not certain they would be pleased to know it was so. She would be standing by regardless, until Ijo came to chase her off. He might even be on his way, eh?


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Hurt.

The emotions swirling through the orange’s tone were complex, blending. Alarm, at the sudden, surreptitious violence that had transpired, once again, beneath their noses. Frustration, that such tragedies always pointed their foul, wriggling bodies toward Dalibor. And chief of all, anger.

Some-one-thing HURT him. A growl. In Vresk weyr! Vresk’s for protect. Her tail lashed behind her as Vrell sprang to her back, and the orange turned her reddened eyes toward the doorway of their stonebound office.

When they learn they always get caught, always get punish?

The orange raced out, winding through the handler caverns, toward the bowl. Vrell’s stomach was a hard knot, her mind echoing many of the feelings of her wher. Dalibor never went without peace for long. It had been a reality of the weyr for as long as she had lived there. Before, it had always seemed to have come down from the stars, unavoidable. Unforeseeable. Unblameable. But now, the safety of this place, her home for more than a decade, and the place that had given her her precious lifemate, was her responsibility. Hers. Was it still, unavoidable, this tragedy? Unforeseeable? Was she as blameless as she had always felt Kalenna to be?

The feelings sat uneasy on her crown. She had never much been a person given strongly to introspection, to reflection. Her world was a world of action, of reaction, of an effectively executed response. And that was exactly what was called for, on that night where a crafter lay bleeding in their walls. The rest would wait for later. For now, Dalibor needed its protectors, and its protectors would respond. The Alphahandler pressed her orders to the orange’s mind, through it, pouring out to all the weyr’s whers from Vresk and Vrell, as one.

Whers of Dali-bor! Has been attack, one craft-man injure. All prides, sweep weyr! Search, make sure weyr-people safe. Secure our home. Those near caverns-low, in-ves-ti-gate. Find what has done this. Little-ones, on lockdown. Follow Master-Teacher commands.

To the Weyrleadership, handler and wher issued a second report. Prides are muster, securing weyr. Chisk-Wynsk in craft-man-room, in-spect. Let know further orders.
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Rayna had paid attention to the comings and goings of the crafters. Although she had not been able to see the 'microscope' herself, she had planned to attend the star gazing. After the Threadfall of doom, she had resolved to pay better attention to the movements of the stars. Perhaps, there was even something to be taken from that. Something to be studied. The woman knew she would never be as adept as a proper star-gazer but that didn't matter. At least if they could understand, that would be enough. Therefore, she wandered down at night to the area that had been set aside, casting a glance around at those gathered, noting the presence of two particular Weyrbrats. A thought crossed her mind, wondering why they weren't asleep but then, she had mostly given up her rights to dictate a bed time for the boys a long time ago.

For a moment, she watched them as they walked along the tables clearly resisting the urge to touch anything there before turning her attention elsewhere. Someone stepped forward to assist the apprentice then, and there was a promise that their demonstrator would return shortly. Distantly, Rayna wanted to start picking up the instruments just to see what would happen but she also knew it wasn't kind to deliberately get someone else into trouble and so instead, she waited patiently with the others whom had gathered.

It seemed, though, that this demonstration was to be put immediately on halt as Rayna received an alarmed message relayed through her dragon. Eyes widened as she stepped forward immediately, moving the items slightly off the table, she climbed onto it and stood before the crowd gathered.
"Everyone get back to your quarters immediately but in an orderly fashion but I caution you to return in groups. Do not go anywhere alone at this moment. Any who refuse will be moved by a wherhandler to the lower caverns. Any wher handlers present please listen to Vresk as she co-ordinates your watch. There has been an attack. At this point, this is all I know."

Couineth landed in the bowl, nearby, maneouvering herself in a way so as to not cause problems with those gathered aka so she wouldn't step on them.
Chisk and Wynsk, continue to investigate the area. Let me know what you find. We will co-ordinate things out here for the moment and ensure that people make it safely back to their quarters. Vresk, let us know what you decide with the prides. Tell them to contact both yourself and us if they find anything amiss. Chisk, send me another image of Aikila, we wish to see again what has happened.

Couineth did not like those who listened to her conversations but there was no stopping this one. No stopping the need to reach out and touch another human's mind as much as she was loathe to do.
Oreanda, you must remove yourself to your quarters with the other wherlings. Thank you for your message but it is not appropriate for you to be there.
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Underneath Wynsk's snout, the wet cloth scraps turned and flapped. Like Aikila's sleeve, the threads were pulled apart, frayed into individual strands along each broken blue edge. A sniff made the flower petals the dye had been extracted from, the fibers the cloth had been composited from a plain history. Sunken into the fabric too were hints of wood, not skybroom but the handsome and ordinary red lumber converted into innumerable stools and storage chests. A hardy wood for the road. And heardbeast meat, cooked, stirred with traces of vegetable inedible to any wher.

And blood. The room was full of blood. Not all of it belonged to the man on the bed. Yet somehow, there were no stains, no visible red copper to sate questing eyes. Just particles, gathering on the floor everywhere broken ropes hung from the walls. Dragged around the room, the tiniest traces of unique human juices. One, back the way they came, out into the hallway. Upon further investigation, this trail would reveal a mixed black slick of breakfast smell- cold klah. One vanished into a gap between the floor and the wall big enough to admit only the youngest of tunnelsnakes, and it stunk of spices and dinner.

Two trails led into the washroom.

Mannad turned around at a heavy footstep behind him and almost fell backwards into the wash basin at the sight of the enormous fuzzy northerner. He squawked, and Winnie screeched, seizing the back of his tunic in his claws and flapping to balance him. Mannad toppled forward, into Quartz's fur, and wrapped his arms around as much of the howler's neck as he could. He wasn't going to cry, he wasn't, even with his teacher for this extended trip turned banshee in the other room. The closer to Quartz he pressed himself, the less he could hear Aikila. Aikila sounded like he was crying.

But Mannad would not. He squeezed his eyes shut, to keep the water from coming out. Winnie came down to land on the howler's head, fanning his wings over her triangle ears.

It took time for him to realize there was articulation to Aikila's horribly wrung voice. No- he lifted his face a few inches out of Quartz's fur, and realized it was a woman speaking over Aikila.

"I do m-ma'am." But the images his firelizard handed out were as mirrors overpainted with gauze. Features blurred, eyes stuck out like spotlights. Ghinnie, the brown-eyed girl with dark skin. A boy, or maybe a girl, pale as snow, pink-lipped, hair brown as a farm wherry's feather, blue eyes. And another boy, hazel-eyed, black hair. His face stood out a little better than the others': he had a long sloop nose and high cheekbones. The firelizard's unbreakably honest communication also carried feelings of friendship toward the last boy.

Unlike the previous chatter though, Winnie was unable to get the pictures past anyone but Chisk and Wynsk, and the other flitters in the area. "Ma'am," Mannad hiccuped after a while. But he did not seem to have anything else to say. He looked over his shoulder, but stayed affixed to Quartz.

Arkady would find almost nothing in the rooms most adjacent to the beastcrafters' suite that was not made of stone. Empty rock chairs with no cushions, granite desks with no chairs at all to suit them. More rope-ends hanging from iron hooks. But further out, the guest rooms were still full of amenities like colorful woven hangings, wooden storage chests, lamps full of dry but working glows. Occasionally a plip sounded in the darker rooms, or in the hallway, but never in the same place twice.
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Word traveled fast around the Weyr, and usually Rein'l paid it only his typical mind for gossip. That was to say, he filed it away as potentially useful, an old habit of the former drudge, but not this time. The demonstrations of the scopes earlier in the day hadn't particularly interested him, though Soroth had kept an ear out to see if Eonxith and Ty were free to have a look. No doubt, his inquisitive friend would have loved to check it out. However, the night demonstration, that was something that caught his attention.

The cyanrider tried not to think a great deal on how things had, at least for the time being, converged to pull him apart from his first real friend. He knew, if he thought too much about Grotevus, it'd hurt, not the way it had for his mother, but still, it wasn't something he wanted to dwell on. Soroth's care had helped bury his thoughts, new bonds between himself and the few people in the Weyr he was getting close to also served as a good distraction, but he knew it was there. With the buzz about the Weyr of the coming opportunity to look up at the moon and stars of Pern, it had brought back memories of late nights, struggling to stay awake after bringing the Stargazer and Galilei dinner, and spending hours making notations as the man had taught him to do. It was stupid to go on thinking about such things, but there it was, all in his head and just making him miserable throughout the day.

As evening arrived, for some reason he couldn't begin to understand, the young rider decided he'd just sort of have a look on the event, not intending to actually partake, as he wasn't sure he wanted to go looking through such lenses again. He found it odd that people weren't gathered yet, that the men and women that knew how to work the instruments seemed absent, perhaps they merely hadn't arrived yet, but that just felt off. Grotevus always spent a good deal of time finding the right spot, getting his instruments just so. Just as he was about to dismiss the matter and move on, Rein'l spotted a child darting into a tent, and not long after Soroth alerted him to the Weyr wide message.

~Who's that supposed to be?~

~I am not certain. He is one of the visitors to the Weyr though. I will ask around and see who knows ~ No doubt, the dragons that could answer were few, but a friendly blue was able to help, and thankfully he was a dragon who was good with human names. ~Apparently he is Journeyman Aikila ~ She felt an immediate response from hers, and understood the reasoning behind it. Of course, that name meant nothing to either of them . ~ I am told he is a 'very nice man', and that he was the one demonstrating this afternoon in the tent. ~ Well, that explained why the demonstration for the evening didn't seem to be going anywhere, but what about that kid? Did she know?

~The poor dear will catch cold if she is left to wait all night~ Soroth, of course, didn't think it was cold at all, but for a young human, it would become quite chilly indeed. She knew, of course, that her little prod would give her's the hint. He had a good heart, but he didn't always think about such things on his own, a male thing no doubt.

Rein'l sighed softly, figuring no one else probably saw the child, so he took it upon himself to head for the tent. Clearing his throat as he entered under the flap, he shifted a bit, not sure how to start.

"Excuse me?" When he caught sight of her, he was shocked that she seemed even younger than he'd initially thought, or maybe it had something to do with the way she looked, all alone, maybe a bit lost. Swallowing hard, for reasons he wasn't about to let himself dwell on, the rider decided that he should probably keep the information he offered limited... very limited. "There's been a ... bit of an accident, so I think they may have had to put off their plans for tonight" Hey, maybe they'd pick it up tomorrow? If it'd been himself that wanted to see, he would have never considered harboring such a foolish hope, and merely would have let things play out as they would. The thing was, Rein'l couldn't bring himself to just tell this kid it wasn't going to happen.
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It wasn’t right.

Despite having yet to get clear of her teenage years, Chiyo had seen several violent crime scenes. Bloody scenes. Scenes where she could smell the crusty metal of it through Chisk’s sensitive nose, and sometimes even with her own. She should have been able to see it. Chisk should have been able to see it.

What Chiyo thinkin’? the green wher asked, snuffling at the black trail in the entryway.

It’s people, cause these violent messes, most times. The handler’s lips pursed slightly as the images came in from Arkady. Empty, empty, empty. Normal, normal. But if a person caused this one, I can’t figure how. That’s what I’m thinking.

Clues. What seemed out of place? She flipped between Arkady’s images in her head like a slideshow. There were more than a few oddities among them, but she knew what stood out the most to her. The most obvious place might not be the best clue, in the end, but it was never a bad place to start.

“Think the healers should get him out of there, if they can,” she mused to Wynmuri, nodding toward the journeyman. A pause, as she mulled things over. “I want a torch. Don’t have to be this room, but I want to see one of those ropes with my eyes. With some real light.” That was only half the reason, but the other half was mere suspicion, unease. Chiyo always kept tabs on the comings and goings of the weyr, as much as she could. For such a public spectacle, she knew what these crafters had brought. Where those ‘rocks’ had come from. She’d walked those darkened halls, and she’d brought something back from there, too. If they were guilty, she was just as much so.

Handler, healer, whosever, Chisk no care none. Bring fire-stick. Need.

Chisk had found the four trails oozing along the stone floor. Chiyo expected Wynsk had as well. She gestured toward the washroom, then looked up at Wynmuri.

"Should we follow the water, Pridesecond?"
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Wynmuri frowned at Chiyo's words. Four more people missing? Or at least unaccounted for. Had then been here when things happened? Wyn turned to her own pair of fire lizards, Lapis and Mala. "Lapis, check rooms too," she ordered, instilling the order with her mind. Lapis was the more determined of the two, even though he was younger. "Mala, check the tents in the bowl. Report anything strange or if you find the apprentices." After recieving the images of the missing humans, the two chirped and betweened away. It was possible some of the apprentices were still in the bowl for the stargazing demostration, but that didn't explain why it was so dark and wet in here.

Wyn checked on Quartz then, giving a smile smile as she patted her gently. Quartz had laid down next to the Mannad as the boy hugged her. She curled herself around him protectively. No need to fear. She would keep the boy safe. Wyn nodded, returning her eyes to the dark room. She would have liked to have Quartz's nose for this as well, but between Wynsk and Chisk they should be fine. At least she wouldn't have to worry about the boy's safety with the howler watching him.

Wynsk relayed various messages from Vresk and Couineth as he noted the trails of water and the smells of blood. Not all the same blood either, Wynsk noted. 'Blood. Not his,' Wynsk noted, including Chisk and Chiyo for convenience. It was rare for the black to speak to others, but he'd worked with these two enough to feel comfortable. He followed each trail a short ways to determine where it went. One out into the hall, one into a small hole, and two into the washroom.

Wyn tried to think through all the evidence, though it was hard with the constant noise. Where were those sharding healers? She didn't have much experience with living victims and only a basic first aid knowledge. Aikila looked far beyond anything she could do, short of knocking him out to stop the screaming. She didn't think the Healer's wanted a head wound on top of everything else.

"Agreed, we need more light," Wyn agreed with Chiyo's suggestion. Wher senses would only get them so far. They needed to see this from every angle. Her hand when to check her knife again and she nodded once more. "Let's go," she confirmed, indicated the washroom that Wynsk now also stood at. "Careful. Wynsk says all the blood ain't his. We could have more victims." And I don't want those to be us, she added to her thoughts. Things weren't adding up. If this was an attack, why leave the victim alive? And why attack someone not from the Weyr in the first place? Was it personal? She was starting to wonder if they were dealing with something not of a human source, but she couldn't rule anything out yet.

Taking a deep breath, knife ready just in case, Wyn and Wynsk moved into the washroom to see what could be found.

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Isk had been restless. Ijo wasn't exactly sure why, but his Brown hadn't sat still the entire time he'd been trying to scribble down lesson plans. His fingers were smudged with ink, when Vresk's call came. Isk was moving almost before Ijo could put the quillpen down, the Brown's voice actually ringing out through the minds of his wherlings.

Isk gather all Aqua-ma-rine, Red Class, all. Do head-count, make sure all here, all report to center of Wherling Barrack until Vresk, Wynsk, Chisk say all clear. Come, now. If have ask twice, double chores Red Class, Aqua-ma-rines listen Jafask, when here.

Ijo straightened his leathers - the pair of them about to go out on their own patrol, but it appeared that it was being pushed up considerably - before he joined his Brown in the center of the Wherling Barracks. A head count was done on all his wherlings to make sure they were all there, before he sent Isk to patrol the parimeter and ensure that none of his Class were threatened by any outside force. They couldn't be too careful.

"There's been an attack," he informed them once they'd all gathered. "The people or things responsible are still at large, so until the area has been cleared, you all stay right here. This way Isk and I, and Jafask and Jafari, can make sure nothing happens to any of you."

Isk momentarily peeled off of his mini-patrol to retrieve Ijo's machete. It was subtly - as much as possible, that was - brought to the Keroon native. Ijo made no show of gathering it around his hips.

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The minute Lintara entered the guest room, she knew something was off, though she couldn't immediately put a finger on why. She put up with the Miner lad's nervous babbling about minutiae, on the off chance she could learn something useful about these visitors for later. Not that she - or any that she knew personally - would have wanted to harm them, or any such thing; more that she considered them as sources of very specific information was all.

That thought vanished at the state of the guestroom. The sauna-like atmosphere in a room not designated as a bathing room, the vanished glows, the bare (?) ropes that hung where the tapestries should have been....

Lintask, wake M'teng and Szolath. Have them watch over Tarzlo tonight, she sent to her Cyan, whom she now greatly regretted leaving behind for this. Right now her older cousin was the only one she felt, on an emotional level, would and could keep her baby safe from...whatever was going down here tonight.

What wrong? Why Lintara scared of sudden? Lintask was starting to prance nervously by the still-sleeping boy, wanting to go to her handler's side to reassure her, but also not wanting to leave the baby undefended out in the open. The best she could do right then was send Lintara's flitter Dolphin to her; the Blue settled around the handler's neck to give her comfort in a scary place.

I'm hoping this is nothing more than my imagination going into overdrive, but I fear it isn't. The young woman tried to keep the nervousness from her mindvoice, but wasn't sure she was succeeding all that well. And have him bring down a lantern or two too, so you can bring them to me. We need some light here bad. And when she and found the Journeyman who was supposed to be leading the stargazing tonight lying like a madman in his bed, And fellis, if he had any within easy reach, to calm this poor fellow down enough to try and bandage his wounds. Given what her cousin had been quietly teaching her the last couple of turns, Lintara wouldn't be surprised if M'teng did indeed have on hand. Someplace. For sure she wasn't going to try any first aid on the man until he stopped twitching like a fish out of water.

When Wynmuri, and later Chiyo, arrived with their whers, she could give them no real answer to what was going on. At that point she knew as little as they did. But since they were the chief investigators of the Weyr, she figured she should stay out of their way in a dark corner in the bedroom and be quiet until Lintask arrived with the requested supplies.

And suddenly worry about what might have hatched from those snake coccoons these Crafters brought with them. From what she heard from the Weyrbrats and the crècheworkers earlier that evening, those things were clearly hatching. If they finished while everyone was asleep here, and if the Crafters were fool enough to leave those coccoon rocks outside of any sort of cage...once proper light arrived, she could check for that while the other two handlers were investigating the other rooms. That, she thought she could do without messing things up.

A moment of so after Wyn and Chiyo entered the washroom, Lintask arrived, two lanterns of the sort Miners used in their tunnels tied to her back (a commission her cousin had just finished for a client), a flint to light the candles with, and a small bottle of diluted fellis and a handkerchief. Plus reassurance from her wher that her cousin had Tarzlo and was taking him to his weyr for the night. In addition, a flitter rode in on Lintask; an older Green who was well-known to the Cyanhandler. M'teng couldn't be there, but his chief winged spy and bodyguard could.

Lintara lighted both lanterns and had Lintask carry one in her mouth to where the other two wherhandlers were at in the bathing room; Lintask bring light-thing for seeing, she told them as she entered that room. The other the woman set on the dresser by Aikila's head, dousing the cloth with a bit of the fellis dilute before hiding the little bottle in her pocket. She didn't want to answer too many questions on where she got it right then. Though maybe later there'd be time for that. She draped the cloth over the man's nose and mouth, hoping to get enough of the sleeping potion in his system to at least get him to stop screaming for a bit, though not trying to knock him out of anything.

Meanwhile, Dolphin wandered among the scopes, seeing if there were anything interesting there. Reezin took up a post on a chairback, observing her surroundings and ready to move if needed to defend Lintara and Lintask, or to get herself away from a possible attacker.
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The Journeyman's hand drifted lower, enough to graze trembling finger to red muscle. His voice turned feeble, and tears more salt than water squeezed free of the corners of his eyes. His gaze, for so long reactive to the changing springs of light across the ruined room, became a facsimile of relaxed, dilate pupils that shrunk the soulful blue of each iris. His hand stopped shaking, and he pressed his fingers into his red arm so hard that a thin slick of moisture wet the blankets beneath it. His eyes rolled upwards nearly from sight, but his fingers remained contracted, dug into his own arm.

Fellis helped in the sense that he stopped making himself bleed, though he fought against giving up his grip, lifting his head against the cloth and hand pressing down on him. But Lintara reached her desired effect, and the crafter's suite fell into peace. It was a quiet punctured only sweetly by the occasional plop of water meeting gravity and floor, in that order.

Behind Mannad, and his clutched icehowler, stood the washbasin. Both trails entering the room led there. It was a wellspring seven feet across, draining and refilling automatically, all of its water baking in geothermal heat. Similar structures inhabited many of the weyrs, the creche, and the wherhandlers' quarters. A few vents opened in the lake.

This wellspring had a particular characteristic: the surface of the bath was a convex bubble. Water rippled, but more carelessly than the minute striations along the face of the bubble. Bathwater sloshed around the perimeter of this thicker, contained fluid. With enough light, its innards told a story: a plunging depression along its left flank, with scraps of detritus filling it. The impression was so perfectly written that the spongy detritus inside still held the cast of an arm.

Deeper into the watery bubble rested a less recent but meatier intrusion, a definitive shadow in fetal curl.

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Q'sis watched the crecheminders begin to herd the children back to their nooks at Rayna's order. He had a dragon's eyes, less keen in the starlit dark, but he could make out his son's and daughter's faces as the glowlamp-light passed them. He uncoiled Unath's body from where he had posed her boulder-like beside the lake and the rows of spyglasses. He extended her cream paw, with its five weightbearing digits unfurled like a fan. Naiu ran over and tackled the blunt rosey keratin of the dragon's talon, giggling.

Qaelis stood straighter as the other children moved around him. He already had an easy vantage over the youngest, a class in which he would remain grouped for another two turns. Unath's fingers drew in, depositing Naiu into her padded palm. The claws unraveled from their cage, toward him. He ducked his head, then looked around.

"Tan," he hissed, because he saw her first. His group had already passed him by, and the more free-range brats were left behind, easy to pick out. He went over and grabbed at her hand, only to drop it and pursue the younger kids' group. "Serlie!" His darting around did attract a minder's attention, and he bowed to her. He could hear breath winding out sharply through dragon fangs behind him. "My father is calling me, he said I could bring Serlie. And Tanner."

Difficult to argue with the tan right there. The minder whistled for her firelizard and planted the little blue on Qaelis's shoulder. "Come on," he insisted, waving the girls after him towards Unath's paw.

"It's bizarre," he heard the crecheminder say to another, but nothing of the rest of her words.

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The lake's soft procession of waves surged up the shore, gelled, and stayed there. North of the dazzling array of star-spying machinery, a portion of the wet line between land and water gathered in a slick, then swelled high as a man stood. The thick water was transparent as the lake that had birthed it. Moisture leaked from its surface, studding its bolus, which although colorless was composed of a wavering texture that turned objects behind it into oily mirages. A few appendages of fluid balled up at its base.

It began creeping up the stone incline of the shore, wobbling silently through the dark, falling on its forthmost end clumsily and reforging its reaching tendrils at its new base. Though the path it took lacked aim, and weaved more than the drunkest drudge, it would encounter the Weyrling Barracks building before any wall or cavern. It bunched and inched right past the golden tips of Couineth's tail.
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Lintask won points for her swiftness. Lost a few, in Chiyo’s mind, with her adherence to requests. “Not a torch,” she stated, but took the lantern, with its soft, baby fire. A candle. It gave light enough, but not much bite. Still, it was useful nonetheless for seeing what lay ahead. Illuminating.

“You were there, weren’t you? Those caverns.” The ones she doubted any who had spent long there would soon forget. Chiyo regarded the water in the basin, rising above the basin, with a hard stare, though her tone remained soft, easy, serious. “Did you ever hear of the creeping storm?”

She had. She’d been in it, however briefly. Rivers that rose out of rock, and vanished in the same. Water that moved and hunted. Water that ate. “There’s two of them. Leaves one.”

Chisk relayed the image to the weyrleadership and the Alphahandler. This seem ta be what eatin’ on you crafter visits good. Somethin’ like in paleskin cave. Creep storm somethin’. Two kids, find. One left. Were four trail, two here—two unaccounted. One smell like blackdrink, one like soup. Best find soon, Chiyo think. No tellin’ what do if get out far.

“What do you think happens if that stuff makes it to the ocean?”

The salt might kill it. She could hope. But then, she was never much given to hoping. Chiyo sighed. “Well. Don’t know about you, but I’ve never managed to kill water before. But I reckon there must be something living around it, holding it like that. And not too much that’s living appreciates a blast or two of fire.”

Firestone. Pleases and thanks, Chisk hissed, long tongue smacking around her spike-encrusted jaws.
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To be fair, Lintara hadn't gotten the request for torches until after she sent off the request for extra light. Not that it would've likey made much difference; she doubted her cousin had any close to hand to send her.

"Yes, I heard of the creeping storms while there," she answered Chiyo as calmly as she could. "Is that what this is? That...thing being the next stage of puzzlesnakes?" Lintask had shown her what was in the other room; it made the Cyan curl up around Hers to protect her, if such a thing was possible.

Meanwhile, outside in the 'bowl, Zeuth had been watching over the unfolding crisis from his ledge. When he spotted the oddities forming in the lake, he bellowed out both warnings and orders from His. Stay away from the lake! broadcasting an image of the walking water man to all dragons and whers in the Weyr. Vresk! Have whers converge on the Weyrling Barracks; the thing is headed in that direction! Guards are also needed on the river and the upper waterfall, to make sure this..thing doesn't escape into the ocean! Hopefully there were enough whers in the the Weyr to pull that off.

G'len, his daughter in tow (he hadn't had a chance to send her back to his rooms yet) hurried over to Rayna. The girl was trying her best to be brave, even as she hid behind her sire's legs for what little protection that afforded her. Two fairs of flitters flew down as added protection of Theirs. "So, would you want to move ourselves to a safer spot? Assuming there is one now, close by."

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I think the jig is up, darling Anda whispered into Osk's mind. The wher snorted. Typical. He could be of great help too. Maybe when we're both a little bigger, and we can see easily and you can not get stepped on for being underfoot. The wher seemed to grunt, an acceptance of their situation, while Oreanda replied to Couineth. Thank you, my Queen. We do not wish to come to harm, only to help, we are returning to the Wherling Barracks. They slipped away easily, Anda usually remembered the paths she had taken previously without much assistance. Osk had to hand it to her, her way was sometimes better. Maybe it always would be in some situations. It wasn't that long of a trip back to the Barracks following the snaking tunnels. She had to scurry through the Wherhandler quarters on the way. Listening to see if she could pick up any further information. What do you suppose happened?

Osk wasn't certain, but Oreanda was listening to the dragons. They didn't try to sneak back into the Barracks, but neither did either of them seem proud or prideful of what they had done. They were fulfilling a duty. Nothing more. Nothing less. Anda took a seat near the rest of her class, but left Osk to listen to Ijo. Her mental ears were elsewhere. Zeuth was upset. Osk amplified the image and gave it to her, the sight of it sending a chill down her spine as Zeuth's words warned against inevitability. "Someone has to ring the Bell," she said, her head turning to zero in on Ijo. "The dolphins are our defense in the sea, the pod might even be near the river mouth. They must be warned. It is part of the Contract."

She didn't expect him to understand, Osk. The wher turned his thoughts outward seeking one in particular. Endellisk. I am Osk, be of Oreanda. The danger in the Weyr might find way to ocean. She says a Bell needs to be ringing, can you do this? Say, things seem to be dangerous, tell dolphins not to try and eat like Threads. We don't think this works. The girl relaxed in her seat as she heard the echo of Osk's message being sent. She didn't doubt that Endellion would have found her way to the Bell, but if they really were in the water...sooner was far better than later. She hadn't spoken to the Dolphineer in so long, it seemed like forever. Hopefully she was still out there, listening for the Bell.


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Geth gave a growl from his couch. His head had risen from where he had been snoozing and his attention had turned to the bowl. Multifaceted eyes swirled with oranges and reds as the scattered images of a scared flit rattled into his brain.

K'oa.

Gray eyes opened into darkness immediately. The brownrider rubbed a calloused hand across his brow, forehead, and through his hair as bloody scenes were relayed from Geth. He tried to process them as he rose slowly to his feet, a hand sliding along the wall that would lead him to where he had laid out his uniform for the next day.

Who?

Not sure.

"Hmm." K'oa frowned, tugging on his clothes. Lady Irohvyne? Valeath?

They're alright.

There was an audible exhale. Shortly after, however, the man steeled himself once more into his guard's scowl. It wasn't enough. Something was happening. There was something not quite right down below.

He gave pause, but for a moment, checking with Geth to see if there had been any word from their Wingseconds, their Wingleader. There had been nothing. K'oa frowned.

Valeath... something's happened. Keep inside. K'oa is coming to you. Geth snaked his head out of the small corner of the weyr mouth to steal a glance toward the neighboring ledge.

Meanwhile, fully uniformed and with a basket of dim glows kept at his side, the ex-guard tiptoed carefully through the corridor toward the Lady Irohvyne's room. As he moved, his steel eyes checked the murky, dark corners of the hallway, meeting each nook and cranny with suspicion. Once there, he gave two sharp, firm raps on the door, then let his ears search out for sounds of life, or struggle, or foreign sounds.

"My Lady," he whispered gruffly, offering further proof that it was him and not some enemy at her door.

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In another weyr, a pink was very distressed, indeed.

D'ad had awoken to Senigeth's screeching and he had moved, half-naked with a cape of furs, to soothe her. The images that she had shared disturbed him, as well... But, he pushed those feelings deep, deep down, trying to negate their existence while he focused on nicer, kinder things.

Why would anyone do something like that, D'adofMine? The pink had whimpered, her mindvoice small, once she had been initially consoled.

"I don't know, love..." For a brief moment, he considered calling C'sen or E'ra... but, they were probably either asleep or already busy. He and Senigeth would have to deal until morning. He sincerely hoped C'sen and E'ra would be okay, too.

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Wynmuri was grateful when light arrived and even more grateful that Lintara was able to help the Journeyman relax. Hopefully the healer's would be able to do something for him. It wasn't going to help these two though. Wyn instinctively covered her nose, though the water blocked most of smell. This was awful. That clinched it. Nothing human could have done this.

She nodded as Chiyo spoke. She'd been down in those caves enough to hear the stories. Unfortunately, she couldn't recall hearing anyway to kill the stuff. This was very, very bad. The Weyr was full of these pools, not to mention the lake. Wynsk sniffed carefully around the edge of the bath as Chisk relayed their findings to the leaders. 'Not too close,' Wyn advised. They still didn't know enough about this stuff. Wynsk wordlessly backed up a few paces.

"I don't know," Wyn added, in answer to Chiyo's question. "But I'm not sure the Fishers and Dolphineers will be happy if it does." She didn't think it could take over the entire ocean, but who could say? If the ocean started killing people, it would probably be the end of Pern. Faranth, that was a scary thought. "We'll try fire," she agreed, face a grim line. "If that doesn't work, then we need to find a way to contain it safely until we can figure out how to kill it." Stone or metal might work, but how could then get that together fast enough?

While they waited for stone, Wyn turned to the boy and Quartz. She offered Mannad her best comforting smile. "It's alright," she told him. "Quartz will look after you." She patted her howler again. "Quartz go," she indicated the main room. It would be safer there until someone could take charge of the boy. "Guard." Quartz woofed and stood to gently lead the boy out to the relative safety of the main room. Wyn trusted that Lintara and Lintask would watch them too.

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Galya gathered with the rest of her class, wondering what could be going on. Velvet and Gask were certainly agitated, but they didn't seem to know anymore than she did. She had so many questions it was infuriating. She was also more than a little annoyed. She knew the safety of young whers and dragons were a major concern here, but she didn't like being treated like a child. Oh well, it was worth it for Gask at least. She didn't want anything to happen to her little wher.

Once Ijo started speaking though, Galya's face paled. Galya? Gask circled her worriedly. She hated staying still. And she hated that Her bonded was scared and she couldn't do anything. Scared was no fun. Scared was not an adventure. Galya took a breath and put a hand on her wher. She had to stay calm, she told herself. They said in the lessons that young whers were very sensitive. "I'm alright, love," she said, trying to sound reassuring. "It's just..."

Galya's hatchling? the little cyan guessed. She knew her partner loved the little one as much as she loved her. She had accepted it when she'd chosen this bond. An idea came to her and the little wher bounced with excitement. Go find? she suggested. Keep hatchling safe!

Galya smiled, but shook her head. "I'm pretty sure our teacher would object," she explained, though the idea was pretty tempting. As they talked though, another idea had occurred to her. Of course, she wasn't sure it would work since they hadn't tried it like this yet. "Gask? Do you remember Zeuth? My brother's dragon?" She had introduced the little wher to her brother's dragon breifly after they'd impressed. Hopefully Gask was old enough to do what she was thinking.

Shiny one, yes, Gask confirmed, cocking her head curiously. What was this? It sounded like an interesting plan.

"Good. Can you ask Zeuth and G'len to check on Lyo for me?"

Gask bounced. What a clever idea! It would be fun to try. Shiny dragon! Gask's want find hatchling. Keep safe! Galya beamed. Hopefully her brother would get and understand the message. She knew he was probably very busy, but Lyo had a terrible habit of getting into trouble when she wasn't looking.

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While not necessarily getting into trouble, Lyorion wasn't exactly where he was supposed to be. He'd had so much fun at the first demonstration that he'd decided to go to the second one too. He was outside with the crowd when Rayna came to tell them all to go back inside. Go back to his room? Why, what was going on? He looked at his fire lizards were were all tense and figdety. Lyo looked around nervously. People were starting to move away, but he didn't see anyone he knew. They said to go in groups, but who should he go with? He wished his mom were here.

Finally, as the crowded started to thin, he spotted his cousin. "Lerian!" he ran to catch up. Uncle G'len was here too and Lyo began to breath easier. Uncle G'len would keep them safe. Though he hoped he wasn't too mad that Lyo was here. Lyo's three male fire lizard quickly assumed ranks with the rest to protect both children. Lyo held Star tight in one hand and held out the other to his cousin if she wanted to hold it. "You alright?" he asked, trying to sound braver than he felt. That's right, a dragonrider was always brave. He had to try and be brave too.
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Tauth cast the image that was projected to him directly to Kira, waking her from a sound sleep. Only a month or so until her due date, the bluerider had trouble rolling over from between her husbands and setting her feet on the floor. They weren't unused to her nighttime meanderings to relieve herself at this point , but from the way they stirred Baihujinth had already alerted them to what was going on?

Should we wake them to let them know you're going to help? The image had also startled her blue, but Tauth wasn't one to allow His to charge headlong into trouble without help. That was rash. Doubly so given her state.

I suppose so. Her lips tightened. Get yourself ready.

While Tauth turned about and wedged himself a spot for takeoff, Kira reached for her husbands and used quiet motions to alert them that she was awake and out of bed. "Io, Zeke, I want to head down and help. They'll need a healer or two down there. If either of you wishes to come with me you can, I'll just be down in the..." Starfire flitted Between to check out the space and confirm the injured's position, "the Crafter guest rooms. It's not far." Far being relative, given how awkward it was for her to waddle most places. But she could do it.

The bluerider started over for her satchel that she kept on hand. Filled with everything she needed for first aid - and needed it often given how active Keiv was - the pack was slung over her shoulder. Her feet were bare as she padded over to the ledge, waiting for whichever was going to join her down there. Tauth was her chosen ride since it was easier for her to mount him and his flight was far smoother and more graceful than either Koko or Bai's.

The Crafter rooms. Kira could feel Io settle in behind her before she gave the signal for Tauth to take off, her small fair in attendance. They were as careful about her as flits were egg-heavy Queens and this night she was relieved for it. It was a short glide down to the Bowl where Tauth deposited them. Kira slid off carefully, her hand grasping Io's as they headed into the caverns. She didn't quite know what to make of the image that had been passed along to her, the injuries shown, but she'd know soon enough.

There were several people there as they passed. She tried to keep her thoughts on the injured but it was hard without him in front of her. Instead she wondered about what was stalking the halls that could do it, and was grateful that Zeke had stayed behind with the children. Her fingers were tight on Io's until she noted where the injured was. It wasn't hard to tell, what with the whers about.

"I understand that a Healer is needed." Kira briefly wondered if they would take her seriously, given her condition.Her eyes fell upon the injured quickly enough, however, and she took several steps toward him intending to begin care. "What happened to him?"

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Endellion had been at the waters outside the Weyr when Endellisk received the image that had been sent out to all and sundry about the Weyr. She had been diving in the cool auntumn waters, Hygge helping her reach the depths to examine some of the sea life more closely. The image startled her Bonded enough to make Endellisk flinch and lose some air. The large bubbles quickly rising to the surface made Hygge nudge Endellion in the same direction.

[]iNo beeee-ing starled. Why Endellion being startled now? Come, be safe, I'll watch over. Endellisk safe?[/i]

Endellion nodded in the dark water. The cyan was sending clear signals she was alright. The Dolphineer walked ashore, parting with Hygge to check on her wher. Endellion was standing in the surf, her gaze tinged with distressed oranges and emerald greens. "What was it? What was it?" The sight of the injuries had taken Endellion's breath away for a bit and it certainly wasn't something that Endellisk would imagine on her own.

Something being wrong in home. Wait here with me, Hygge. See what being wrong first. Endellisk was many things, but not one to let Hers walk unhindered into danger. There was certainly danger in the Weyr at the moment. Endellion let her arms clasp about her cyan's neck, gazing up towards the high walls. Hygge clicked and whistled behind them.

Endy looked to the dolphin and went to speak to him as Endellisk kept watch on the walls. The trio were physically close-knit, protection enough for the Dophineer. As Hers tended her partner, Endellion listened and waited. Information - instructions, almost - came along quickly. Her headknobs fairly vibrated as Osk's words came through and were passed on almost directly to Hers. Endellion's head snapped up, her face going pale.

"Hygge, gonna ring the bell. Be on standby."

There were no questions between them. He knew His didn't do the bell lightly, not with the way she looked at that moment. Mine shall be ringing ship-fish bell. Never worries, thanks for telling. Endy say Osk best be keeping Ori safe, please. As Endellisk updated the young bronze, the Journeyman grasped the rope pull and sounded out the bell over the ocean waters. Her own eyes scanned them, trying to see anything that might be out of the ordinary, but where she was there was nothing strange.

The pod was quick to respond. No surprise there, given the dangers that had beset the Weyr recently. Endellion stood and informed them of the dangers. "There's something in the waters around here. I was just informed that whatever it is, it's dangerous. Please, if you see anything let us know. I'll remain here until the danger has passed if there's anything to report. Keep yourselves safe. Don't eat it, it isn't like Thread. I... I don't know what it is." That was frightening to admit, but the pod seemed to understand. Hygge was going to stay about the pier with her. The others? They'd head farther out. Somewhere safe.

Endellion hated to admit it, but she was frightened. If it wasn't like Thread.... was anywhere going to be safe?
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"And so I told him to…" Ravana stilled midsentence, head lifting as her eyes unfocused. Images assaulted her mind, blood and chaos. She stilled, processing the images, even as Cayenne popped out to see what was going on. Minutes passed, the dragonrider unaware her hand on Tusbuul's arm had tightened, until Cayenne came back chittering, chattering and projecting along with Shanith.

"They're saying the water's come to life, and the wherhandlers are being called for, though I suspect you know that already." A nod to Tusk, and she stood with a wince. "I'll go to the weyrbowl, see if I can be of use." A pause and she swallowed, fear showing in brown eyes and in the set of her mouth though nowhere else. She'd stiffened up, the ointments she'd used on her sore muscles could only do so much after all and it had been hours since Ravana had applied them.

Ravana hugged Tuss gently, dropped a kiss on his mouth. "Be careful. If the water's suddenly alive who knows what else could happen." She added, "You and Tusk will take care of eachother."

Shanith hummed urgently, cutting off whatever Ravana had been about to say next. She bit back a curse, and headed toward her dragon. Shanith was airborne almost before hers was fully strapped in, alerting Zeuth to their presence. Ravana spotted Lerian and other children, and felt her fingers tighten on the leathers. Shanith caught her train of thought and snorted, but sent to Zeuth, Mine asks if she should help round up the children, get them away from this or do something else.

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Shallath had been curious about the whole thing, and had been watching along with Jurai, but at some point the green had gotten bored with waiting and decided to play in the lake a good distance from all the action. She was hoping that soon she would find that large fish she had spotted there, prove to hers that it really was half the size of a dragon. It meant the green was unaware of the commotion until she received the first images from the firelizard. The green froze, feeling hers use words she didn't understand and wade, then swim out to meet her dragon who was shivering at the sight of all the blood and more violence.

Jurai wrapped her arms around her dragon's head in a hug, murmuring nonsense to her until she calmed, though only for a moment. Mine? The water's going to attack us! And we're in it and it's coming to life and going to attack us! Panic screamed through their bond, Shallath thinking the very water was about to attack them. Jurai nearly screamed from the force of her dragon's fright, forcing herself to remain calm.

She scrambled onto her dragon's back, clinging to her and urging her into the air, praying it wasn't too late. The green managed to land on the ground, wanting to be near the other dragons but her rider forcing her to land a few dragon lengths from the nearest one, just in case whatever it was had gotten on her and could spread.

Jurai slid down her dragon, dry heaving until she had lost the last of her dinner, wiping her mouth with part of her waterlogged shirt. She leaned on her green, turning to hug her, and gather her breath. There was one more thing to be done…well many more things to be done, but first. Tell leadership we were in the lake. And where we are now. It took Jurai all but forcing her will on her green but the message was sent to Couineth and Zeuth.

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"Ceramics and glass are best for containing water without any leaks forming," Lintara volunteered to the other two handlers from her post in the doorway between the washroom and the bedroom. "But I can't recall anything offhand if we have anything larger than some canning jars to put that in. And it would take at least a week minimum to make a cage specifically to hold the creature." Time to gather the clays and sands needed to make the cage, time to make the shape just right, time to fire a large kiln twice if ceramics was the chosen cage...a week was being extremely optimistic, she suddenly realized with a wince.

But then brightened. "Maybe the older Journeyman Smiths know better if we really do have anything to contain it with. I can have Lintask ask a few of the ones who're also riders to see what they suggest. Or if they know someplace outside the Weyr they could get such a bowl from tonight." She took a deep breath, then released it. "Would the Beastcrafters want one of these things alive for study, do you think? Or at least samples of its body? Because these things are already out there in the wild?" Maybe if she concentrated on silly trivial things, she would be remotely tempted to start screaming like the poor Journeyman in the other room, thinking about what the beast had already eaten in its few hours of existence.

The arrival of Kira gave the young woman a much-needed distraction. "Healer, yes, he's here..." gesturing towards the bed before stopping. This woman should not have been the one sent down here, not in her current condition. Lintask came charging up to Kira at her entrance to the room, her wings spread wide to make herself look larger, though how threatening wings made only of spars were was open to debate.

Once the wher realized why the Healer was so large, she relaxed a bit, at least towards Kira. Eggs! the Cyan happily declared, snuffing at the older woman's belly without touching it. More babies for her to watch over when she was in the crèche. She looked into Kira's eyes. Take Lintask advice. Not Clutch here; bad water there in room. Go to Hatch Grounds instead. Warm for eggs to harden and grow.

"Uhm, that's not how that works in humans," she told her wher with a smile. "The sand would get into some bad places there, where she doesn't want any."

Lintask thought the problem over a moment before coming up with a logical solution. Bring blankets to keep sand out.

"Lintask!" Lintara chided her wher. "Let her get to work, at least! I'm sorry," she told the Healer as the Cyan returned to her side. "She likes to be around babies when not on duty." She returned to the task at hand. "His name is Aikila, from the Beastcrafter Hall. He was there in the bed when the boy," gesturing towards Mannad, "and I came down here. Then he was screaming like a madman and twitching like a fish in air. I gave him some fellis to quiet him down and make sure he didn't injure himself further. But the only close source of water to wash him with is in the next room with the creeping storm, and I don't trust that water to not have something else nasty in it right now."

With that Lintara returned to her post between the two rooms, in case someone needed her for anything.

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The woman turned as she saw the water shimmering and her eyes widened. It would seem that Dalibor held yet more mysteries. She watched with numb horror as the water formed into some sort of figure and began making its way to the Weyrling barracks. G'len was there in an instant.
Shallath's was in the water with her. Mine, I think it is attacking.
Be still Couineth, we cannot have you seen to be fretting. Rayna commanded of her dragon, turning to look at the gold as the water crept past. For a moment, the gold seemed annoyed at her rider but then seemed to relent, moving her large bulk around, stepping over the water to position herself between it and the Weyrling barracks at least until more wher handlers arrived.. It had not attacked her after all... Not when it had walked past her if it could be called walking. Besides, she was best suited to protect them.
Shallath, assist in ferrying people away from this area, herd any of the Weyrlings out of the barracks first.!

"I think that would be best," Rayna agreed as G'len came to stand near her. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she stepped down off the table. The woman looked up and spotted her own kin the two boys being ushered away by a crecheworker. There was relief in her heart but it lasted only a moment.

Dolphineers report to the lake now, then privately to Oreanda, I cannot allow you to risk yourself by coming here... But perhaps offer some guidance from there. Where is the pod?
Of course, she would have heard regardless. Although it would do no good, Couineth bared her teeth at the body of water. What would happen, then, if they were to attack? Couineth backed up slightly and then reached out, snatching a piece of fencing from nearby and tossed it in the direction of the creature. It could not be eaten but Couineth knew that water could be dispersed... Why should this be any different?

"Should we try Firestone?" Rayna asked G'len. How could they attack an enemy they had never seen before? What was more, how could she ask others to sacrifice themselves when she didn't know what this thing could do?

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Baihujinth heard the call when it went out. Rather, the image; his head lifted, and instantly Z'dyn was awake. The shock to the Wingleader's system had him roused almost as soon as Kira and Io'tez were. There needed to be no discussion between them. With Z'dyn's fear of whers, it wasn't negotiable who was going with her. Io'tez pulled on his clothes, and strapped his machete across his hip, slipping on behind his wife aboard Tauth. Keukorimath stirred, and the Brown dropped down to the Weyrling Barracks to help Couineth guard the way as a barrier between this...thing....and the weyrlings. Baihujinth paced nervously, looking from Z'dyn to Couineth. He finally dove from the ledge, settling down beside the Gold he had promised P'ryt he would look after. Z'dyn remained in his weyr with his children. Jyderin was notified via the Iron; he gathered his own children in kind, and shepherded them away in his quarters.

We will not let it in, Couineth. If someone brings Firestone, I will try to flame it.

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"Human eggs hatch inside," Io'tez remarked to Lintask as Kira moved to help the wounded crafter. He took up residence not far away from his wife, hat pulled low across his features and one hand lingering on the hilt of his blade. "She's got a few sevendays yet, love, don't ya worry none about me wife." He looked around them curiously. "What's done this, now, then?"

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Isk continued to patrol the parameters of the gathering of wherlings. Ijo looked to Oreanda, the Brownhandler's usually calm tone still as much so, but there was a distinct expression to his gaze.

"Then we let other Dolphineers know, and they can sound the bell. They aren't wherlings, you are. An exercise in your telepathy skills, mmm? I know you're used to handling your shipfish, my dear, but you are not only a Dolphineer now. You have a wheret to look after, and he is your primary concern now, just as the pair of you - and everyone in this class - are mine."

He could see this one was going to potentially be a problem, blind or not. Isk growled low, but otherwise said nothing aloud.

Bronze make trouble, make braver than should be. Osk's grown, Osk not. Is dangerous.
We do strange things in defense of those we care for, Isk. You of all people know that.
Not mean should be dimglow. Need learn, what battle fight when. Should teach before something wrong happen. Thing come after Osk, Osk's not able defend. Bad time. Somebody get hurt real bad, Ijo.
In due time, my dear. For now, we need to worry about whatever this is, and keeping them safe. We'll handle the larger sets of britches after the immediate problem has passed.


Isk flashed his teeth, but otherwise said nothing in rebuke to His. He did, however, keep a closer eye on Oreanda.

Sit, quiet. Done enough save today. Isk think maybe double chore, know not supposed go where danger to Osk. Give not-as-old Wherlings bad idea. Osk's older, smarter than some. Is be example. Not BAD example, be good one. Should not have to tell one oldest wherling what is good idea, bad idea. Know want help, but Osk still little. You not protect good as think. Thing come after Osk, you not in good place defend. Next time, Osk call Isk, Ijo, Bigwings. Got?

"From now on," he addressed the gathered group, "If something happens, your first order is to notify myself or Isk immediately. Do not engage the threat, and do everything in your power to get your wheret and yourself out of harm's way immediately. If I discover that you've placed either yourself or your bonded in danger in order to intervene or to spread word, there will be consequences. I cannot stress enough that as new wherlings, your bonded may seem adult and grown up in personality, but they are still children. Infants, really. Some of you have physical issues that prevent you from being capable of defending your wherets or yourselves in the same manner that adult whers and their Handlers can. This is both to defend you and your bonded, as well as keeping my backside out of hot water with Vrell and Vresk. You have all met the Alphahandler, I'm sure. Do you really want them to be angry with me? Don't make my life harder, please."

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