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 The First Day of the Rest of Your Life, SP:15 {PLOT OPEN} No post order!
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 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 08:24 PM
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Elianne smothered a yawn with her hand, leaning on the railing surrounding the beast pens and utterly ignoring the post-dawn splendor of this lovely spring day. The sun might be up, but it didn't have to mean that she had to be up and chipper. Up, yes. Maeradith wanted to feed and although he was a big boy and perfectly capable of going on his own, he liked having his rider there for company just in case no one else was. It was one of a narrow set of things that could get Elly out of bed this early in the morning, a set filled out by 'drills with old stoneface' and 'wherrydung, Thread's falling today'.

Oh well. At least Maery wasn't the crack-of-dawn feeding type. Morning was bad enough; dawn was a torture reserved for fieldworkers, drudges, and occasionally candidates and unfortunate dragonriders. And when one stayed up late dicing, playing cards, and otherwise carousing more nights than not, one tried to avoid being that unfortunate as often as possible.

Maeradith swooped for a second herdbeast, breaking its neck before bending to devour it. Well, you certainly got the appetite of a king today, Maery.

I don't think I'll answer that, he retorted, ruffling his wings. He had progressed to not get terribly upset when she teased him about his kingly convictions, but he still didn't like it.

You just did, she responded slyly, lips twitching upwards. Sometimes, it was way too easy to pull the brown's tail. Took half the fun out of it, really.

Pushing off the railing at the sound of footsteps, she turned, her face lighting in a smile. It wasn't unusual for her to recognize a face - Elly readily passed the time of day with just about anyone - but this particular face, so like her own yet so unlike, was the most important one in her world, no matter how many turns had passed. "Hey, Dora! Macchith coming down for a feedin', too?"


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It was hard to keep things straight in her head sometimes, there was so much there. She was all smiles as she got up, did her hair, and made ready for the day. She'd be seeing her family today, as she had nearly every day for the past handful of turns. It was so much different than it had been when she'd first come. There were the dragons to consider, of course, but more than that she was different. Once, she'd pattered around her garden meekly, but now she was able to walk through the Weyr with her head held high and a quiet determination evident in her expression. She hadn't really known what was going to happen at first, when Macchith had chosen her, when Elly had gone so far so fast and left her behind, but she'd found her way.

With the help of a quiet handful of loving people.

She hadn't really expected to find her sister by the pens. It had always been a possibility, a discussion at the dinner table, but never something she had assumed. Was she even ready? More than words could say, she had to admit to herself. She vibrated with joy, and if there was any negative emotions lurking inside of her, they were well hidden and muddled. Even sweet Macchith who came sweeping down from the sky to join Maeradith in his pursuits of a meal seemed oblivious to the future path her Rider would take.

Her sister. Her twin. The closest love of her life, the woman who had brought her through everything to this new existence, and then...abandoned her, but worse than that, had become something unexpected. They'd been so careful in their wording. How her sibling had done something wrong, even if she hadn't meant to do it, and how it was their duty to remedy any situations--no matter how painful, or personal--that threatened the continued existence of their way of life. It was good to see her.

Good, and so many other things, for so many other reasons, and she would try. Oh she would try so hard to explain each and every one of them, before her sister left.

Dora did her very best to be contained, but the excitement and happiness bled through until she was able to pull her twin into a warm embrace, tucking her chin over the woman's shoulder and hugging her tightly. "Oh, eat, play, whatever she wants. This is a beautiful day, isn't it? I've missed spending time with you, I have, I've been so busy, oh...but Elly." She'd pulled her eating knife out when she'd wrapped her arms around her sister, and now she was slowly plunging it into the woman's back between her ribs as she'd been taught, holding her with an unexpected strength built on months of preparation and determination.

"You're an abomination, dear," she whispered it as she pulled back her head just enough to meet her sister's gaze, maybe not quite so certain that she'd found the correct rib, but willing to see this through to the end--her sister's end. "You shouldn't have coerced him to you, you should have waited for the right dragon, they're so innocent you know. So easily manipulated. We could have lived like this forever, I could have introduced you to my new family, but they showed me what you really are." Dora sighed, softly, almost sadly, but the smile on her face had grown, not faded. "Hush now, sleep now, we'll all be free soon," and she meant every word. If her sister didn't die from this wound, she'd keep trying until she did if given the opportunity.


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It was the first time in ages that she'd had the chance to hug her sister and Elly was secretly overjoyed. There had been a distance between them, slowly widening with the turns since they both Impressed - since Dora had been chosen first and let go of her hand to walk away into a new life with Macchith. Elly had been the second. Elly had been grateful that they'd been in the same class but it hadn't seemed like Dora had needed her, and her only way of coping with not being needed had been to turn her Elly-ness up to eleven out of ten and keep on going.

"Beautiful," she agreed, wrapping her arms around her sister, her cheek resting against her twin's for a moment. They could work things out. This was the perfect opportunity, a Faranth-sent chance -

There was a pressure, and then blaze of pain in her back and the brownrider jerked, trying to pull away, trying to turn to see what it was only to find Dora holding her tighter so she couldn't. The slightest, softest gasp escaped her lips, blue eyes seeking her twin's in pain and confusion.

You're an abomination, dear.

It couldn't be...

Elly's legs buckled, slowly sliding down her sister's frame until her knees hit the ground with a jarring that drove the tiny breath she'd been able to take out of her lungs. Blood was spreading over the back of her shirt, she could feel it, and some numb, distant part of her mind noted that she was never going to be able to wear that shirt again. She could see the toes of Dora's boots in front of her, could see her hand planted against the dirt, bracing herself from falling forward. Her lips moved, although she could hardly feel them. "Do..ra..."

What part of her mind wasn't paralyzed with shock was overwhelmed with Maeradith's panic and rage. The brown's bellow rose from a roar into a screech, not even taking off but barreling through the railing like a juggernaut. What did you do. WHAT DID YOU DO?! ELIANNE! He took a swipe with one forefoot, intending to knock his bonded's twin away from his mindmate. ELIANNE! His mental voice rose to tear its way through the Weyr. I REQUIRE AID FOR MY RIDER! NOW!


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It figured.

Burl, promoted to Pridesecond of Bravo only last season, had finished his dinner after the night's late patrol and was looking forward to getting some much needed sleep when Busk stopped dead in his tracks. The little White turned his head back towards the feeding grounds, the opposite direction of where Burl wished to go right then. He was tempted to tell his wher to ignore whatever caught his attention right then, except that Busk's eyes had turned an alarming shade of yellow at the same time a dragon bellowed from the pens. Burl could see that even through the goggles the White wore in daylight.

Busk, what is going on? dreading to learn the answer. Whatever it was, didn't sound good.

Rider down, need Healer, came the angry response. Rider was attacked by assailant. Busk deal with them? Make them regret attack on rider, Busk will, and doing it inside Busk's territory to boot, yes, began the usual attack litany the small wher normally sang at times like this. He rushed back towards the feeding grounds to deal with this new threat, Burl on his heels, though several paces behind the much faster wher.

No killing. Take them alive for questioning, giving the order so as to be clear on both sides what was expected from his angry little King-in-his-own-mind. Then added almost as an afterthought, No maiming, either. This attacker will likely answer our questions better if they're not torn into little pieces that're scattered all over the place. Burl knew from experience what his partner would do to a target when mad enough.

Busk know his job! the wher shouted back to his handler. By then the little White, roughly the size of a very large canine, had reached the area where Elianne and Elidora were at. Busk charged at the Pinkrider's legs, intending to bite the nearest knee and forcible drag Elidora away from her victim (assuming Maeradith's attack didn't do that already). Once separated from Elianne, Busk would knock the Pinkrider onto the ground and stand on her, claws digging into her torso to show what might happen if Elidora resisted further.

Bad rider stay down on ground, yes? Not move unless she want Busk to tear her into pieces and feed them to hungry badwater that try to eat Weyr last turn. Still some badwater hidden in locked storeroom, waiting for another person to eat, like ate fools who woke it up, Busk told his prisoner while growling and snarling in her face.

I believe the Beastcrafters have long since moved that creature to a far safer location than here, Busk.

Does prisoner know this? Or know if there was only one left alive for sure?

Don't know. But I think you should maaaaybe watch out for the dragon over there, given what you're doing to her bonded. Strong as we are, we're no match for even a small Pink dragon. Because whatever the guilt of her rider, that dragon was going to go after them to defend her rider, and possibly take her far away from the Weyr if she could. And possibly take their lives in the process if luck hated them today. If he could he'd tie up Elidora before seeing to Elianne's wounds, to prevent the Pinkrider from making sure her attack succeeded.

Good point. Big flapwing! Busk called to Maeradith as loudly as he could. Do Busk and Yours favor and make sure BigPink not try and steal her bonded away from here. Otherwise never learn why attack now. Plus Busk and His would like not be turned into pancakes themselves today if can be avoided. Busk have better things to do than be squished. Like eat. And sleep.

And almost without thinking about it, the Whitepair sent a command to the quartet of fighter flitters Burl had bonded to turns ago to search the area for possibly more attackers. While it was unlikely for there to be more of them around right now, well, this was Dalibor. There was always the possibility of an army hiding just under the rocks and behind the bushes here.

Just another day....

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When that scream tore through the air, she immediately knew that something was up. Of course it was. This was Dalibor, after all. A while ago, she would have waited to find out what had happened to showed up just to gawk. Now she was a Prideleader, which meant it was her duty to fling herself into the thick of these things. Shard it. Lyeang wasted no time in securing Lyeask's protective goggles to her face and racing out to the weyrbowl.

The sight that greeted her was one of betrayal and attempted murder. Stabbings. What was it with this Weyr and stabbings? Her stomach twisted in an uncomfortable knot. It wasn't long ago that Dalibor had endured stabbings of another sort. "Lyeask," she coldly ordered, "attack if she tries anything." It was important to keep the pinkrider alive for questioning, but that didn't mean she couldn't receive a few injuries. She pulled her dagger from it's sheath in her belt and strode over to Elidora. Whether she had been flung away by Maeradith or dragged away and trapped beneath Busk, her actions would be the same. She held her dagger at the ready and gave the murderess a look that could melt stone. "Don't move," she growled. "Consider yourself detained. I am prepared to use lethal force if necessary." Oh, she was more than prepared. It had been a while since she'd had a good fight.

Want alive, Lyeask reminded her.

I know, but that doesn't mean I can't bust her up a bit. The pinkrider certainly hadn't seemed to have had any reservations about hurting others. She tried to spot any weapons on Elidora. If she was still holding the dagger, she would attempt to step on her hand and kick it away. "I have a lot of questions to ask you," she snarled.

Meanwhile, Lyeask reached out to the alphahandler. Vresk, are needed in weyrbowl. Pinkrider tried murder. Detained, need be taken for questioning. Permission? The cyan paced near the pinkrider as she spoke. She may not be the largest wher around, but she could take a human down in a pinch.




The scene of the crime would temporarily be plunged into shadow as an orange dragonness descended. This dragon was one with a firm belief in fate and accepting things as they came. However, that did not mean that she was always content with inaction. She had come to find that one could use their own actions to influence fate. If this particular tale would be spun the way she hoped it would, there would be no more blood today. Pinks were hardly known for being aggressive dragons, but dragons could surprise you when their rider was in danger. The Weyr did not need another Waroth.

It was not necessary for Maeradith to try and contain Macchith. Tuonetath swooped down upon the pink and attempted to flatten her to the ground. If she was successful, she would not put all of her weight on her, but she would keep enough to prevent her from escaping. She did not need her to be a pancake or able to break free. Why? she asked. Is Maeradith's not yours' clutchmate? Why would she do that? Such a gruesome thing. Could this Weyr not have peace? One glance at Elianne's brown would probably answer that question.

She would not wait for Macchith's response to start speaking again. This time, she reached out to Maeradith. She was not a true queen, but she would attempt to wash what calm and reassurance she could over him. Be calm. Focus on your rider. Try to keep her steady. Tuonetath was not a healer, but she would offer what advice she could. Hopefully the brown would be able to keep herself under control. She doubted his rider as in any state to do so right now.

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Everything was happening very quickly now, as quickly as they had warned her it would be, and far too quickly for nearly anyone to have a say in what happened next outside of the dragons themselves. "Just let go, Elly," she whispered to her sibling as Maeradith began his charge from the pens, "let go and send him between." Macchith was moving now, she could see the Pink coming out of the corner of her eye. She pulled the dagger free of her sister's flesh, watched it drip two crimson drops, and tried to slide it back in elsewhere until she was thwarted by the Brown's swat which sent both her and the dagger tumbling away. Macchith was atop her, mantling, foaming, her once-bright eyes laced through with shatters of yellow and red and grey.

Terrified, and confused, the dragon was heedless of help as it came trickling in too late to save her Rider, or her. What have you done, Elidora, what have you done to us, what have you done, what have you done the dragon was frantic. Obessive. Broken. She was beginning to shake, her head dragging as she keened for a loss that hadn't happened. She was too innocent and kind for such an act, and to have not known, to have missed it somehow. She felt pain, but it was not her Pink hide that prickled, Busk was sitting on her Rider. The dragon reacted violently, if Busk did not move, she would be removed, and in her confusion it was likely the Pink would murder her instead.

The only warning the wher was given was the quickly approaching jaws as Macchith hissed and snapped to chase her off. Elidora was instead trying to coerce Busk to stay, "wouldn't want me running, would you?" Force them to kill you, had been the suggestion. Dora was still smiling as she stood beneath her dragon and brushed herself off and approached Lyeask, hand outstretched to pat the beast. Only the wher physically moving would put an end to her attempts at physical contact. The Handler, much like her dragon, went largely ignored. Instead, she continued smiling, asking only, "has she died yet?" Though as evidenced by her dragon, she had not.

When she turned back, Tuonetath had come down to lay on Macchith, which was completely unnecessary considering the Pink had hardly moved at all and was now rather dazed and catatonic. That was alright though, "you're a fine beast keeping yourself busy," she said to the Orange before patting her, because how could a dragon run away. Then again, the creature could surprise her. For the Orange's questions, she received no response. The Pink was far away, the keen rattling in her chest until foam frothed out between her teeth, and Dora. Well, she was largely uninterested.


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All Candidates who are not in or around the Barracks are to join Mine in the Dining Hall. You are not to wander outside. I will be with those who are still in the Barracks, you do not need to leave your rooms. But can talk to me if you want.

Fortath paused I... that was fine, right? You should have just used my voice.
You were fine, Fort.
Replied the Candidate Master who was, indeed, in the Dining Hall. He didn't want his Candidates (the ones who were already up and around) to wander around outside. He had his two blues and two greens out scanning the Bowl for any waywards. If there were any waywards, they would be ushered, gently, towards either the barracks OR the weyr walls. Depending on which was closer. Either way it was clear they were to keep the Candidates away from the Feeding grounds.

The Blue plopped himself at the Barrack entrance as a sign of reassurance and a light blue barrier to keep those who want to leave, from leaving. His eyes were cast to the skies as His' firelizards were keeping him in the loop as they looked around.

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Blissful was a word to describe his time after Bozidar had graduated. He had both of his loves right where he needed them to be, and things were... blissful. Of course he was awake. On the days he didn't need to be up early... he was up anyway, lovingly forced into eating with his night dwelling weyrmate, and perhaps O'men was "coerced" into it as well.

Of course through the bliss, Dalibor had a way of shattering any sort of peace (since the "creeping storm"). Murder was always lingering around the corner, whether it was by the hands of the Redstar itself... or Dalibor's own people. It was always there. To forget that... was naive. Dalibor was hardly a safe haven. But happiness usually tried to gently push the paranoia, the fear, the apprehension away.

Da'on had pulled himself from his intendeds side and left for the infirmary as fast as he could manage. If there was another Healer in the Infirmary he'd recruit their help as well. Just in case.

His mind slipped into this sort of focus as it normally had when faced with this sort of, now frequent, chaos. He didn't think about what and who he would find, he didn't think. All his emotion was shut down, or at least the side of him that would be of no help.

He and Roiath landed not far. The blue was snorting in a sort of barely contained anger, nostrils flaring when Macchith was in his sight, yet the Pink was... a mess underneathe Tuonetath's bulk. The blue stopped his near snarl as his eyes tinged more yellow. A mental pinch from his rider had Roiath's attention refocused. The pink nor her rider were their concern, afterall, That would be what the others were for, and weyr leadership. Da'on slid from Roiath's back with supplies in tow, and assessed the situation as he approached the Brownrider swiftly, pulling linen from the bag he brought. There was already so much blood, and Da'on hoped... hoped the knife missed its mark, completely.

"Get her off her hands, and hold her steady," he spoke softly, yet curtly to the person closest (Burl?). Da'on was at her back, lifting her shirt up so he could get a better look at the wound. "Elianne, darling, can you breathe?" he asked her as he pressed the linen to the wound in hopes of stemming some of the blood flow. Though at the same time he'd press an ear to her back, just above the wound.

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What a cocky little demon. Using her dragon to escape the grasp of the white and walking around like everything was fine. Like she hadn't committed a crime that would be punishable by death were she not a rider. No, Lyeang decided as she watched with cold eyes, she has lost the right to call herself a rider. If she had her way, she would see that she lost the benefits of being one was well. First, they would have to extract as much information from her as they could. When that was done, she would like to see her staked out for thread, pink be damned. Dalibor had been far too soft on the miscreants thus far. If they had been harsher in their treatment of the egg stabbers, maybe this wouldn't have happened. If the events were connected... oh. She would have a field day if the events were connected.

The criminal reached out to pet Lyeask and the cyan stealthily darted away. Why was this pile of scum being allowed to move, exactly? Lyeask, attack.

Lyeask lunged at Elidora in a blur of cyan. She was careful not to bite into any area that would make her bleed too much. No matter what her rider hoped to do to her later, they needed her alive for now. Her current aim was to cripple. She tried to bite down on the pinkrider's ankle hard enough to break bones and force her down. Violence on this level did not appeal to her, but she had been warned. If she got a good grip on her ankle, she would give a harsh tug to drag her down, assuming she didn't crumble under the pain alone.




Valkia, it would seem that something catastrophic has happened. There has been a murder. That observation, made by a white peering off his ledge, was all it took for his rider to spring into action. Within moments she had climbed on his back and was descending toward the scene of the crime.

Goosiluteth landed a few yards away from where the group was gathered. Valkia climbed down and ran to get a closer look. He was a little more cautious. Speckled wings twitched anxiously and steps were delicately taken. This was a delicate situation that could pose a significant threat to his well-being. It was prudent to watch where he stepped unless he wanted to risk getting crushed by an angry, larger, dumber dragon. He kept a decent pace though, not wanting to lose sight of his precious rider in this volatile gathering. Not that he thought she was at risk! His chosen could handle someone like this easily.

The whiterider had come to a stop a couple steps away from Elidora. When Goosiluteth was close enough to peer over her shoulder, she began to speak. "Is she going to be executed? Or interrogated? We can use her dragon if she won't talk." The excited note to her voice suggested that she saw nothing wrong with this option. That was because she really didn't. As far as she was concerned, Elidora had just proven herself to be evil. One of the bad guys, irredeemable. The dragon of a villain like her? They were fair game. After all, Macchith had chosen this wretched person.

A bit of pity stirred within Goosiluteth. He glanced at the pink before suggesting, perhaps she was not always so misguided. The rider responded by shrugging one elbow. Doesn't matter. She needs to be punished. She needed to be punished and people would have questions to ask. This woman was wretched and evil, but a dragon had chosen her. She had to care about her pink to some degree. It would take a uniquely twisted sort of evil not to.




A snarl tore out of the dragon's throat. Her creamy orange lip curled back and teeth flashed as she snapped at the wandering hand. If she did not pull back, Elidora would be scratched. You may not touch me, murderer. The proceedings involving the cyan wher were watched with dispassionate eyes, but only for a moment. Her attention was soon swallowed by the pink beneath her. All this was going on, but she had not attempted to move yet. Had not said a word to her. The dragon she captured was surely broken. Pity stirred at the sight. Was it necessary to hold her down?

Doubt was only allowed to linger for her moment. The arrival of her rider put a stop to it. Do not move, Yenna ordered. Macchith had already snapped at the white wher. That much she had seen through her dragon's eyes. If the pink was given the slightest bit of slack, there was no telling what else she might do. Broken or not, she may try to flee at any time. That was why the rider did not come too close to her dragon. If a fight between dragons broke out, she did not wish to be a casualty. She stood on the outskirts and observed the going-ons with crossed arms. When Valkia made her suggestion, her stomach gave a sickening jolt. For her to suggest what she thought she was... had Dalibor really fallen that far.

You are correct, Tuonetath relented. She may pity the pink, but that did not mean she could lower her guard. She kept her weight on her and did not budge an inch. Still, she was not entirely stone cold. I am sorry for your loss. Because that was what this was, a loss. Her rider was lost to her.

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This was not the way G'len wanted to start a new day.

He was up and dressed and starting in on the paperwork, as both his jobs as Wingleader and Senior Weyrleader demanded of him (as much as he might prefer to lay in bed for a bit on restday mornings). A small breakfast had been left for him by a drudge, a simple affair of fruit, oatmeal, bread, and some cheese, enough to get him going for a few hours until lunch. It was a quiet time for him, to prepare for the day's coming problems.

Maeradith's scream shattered that peace.

He quickly finished the bit of bread he was nibbling on. Zu, what is going on out there? Dragons didn't scream like that without reason.

The Bronze had gotten to his feet by then to stare out into the 'bowl, alarm coloring his eyes. Maeradith's has been attacked. By Macchith's. For unknown reasons, was the dragon's report from the gossips now flying around the Weyr. Whers are already on the scene to restrain the attacker and her dragon, while a Healer has arrived to see to Maeradith's, came a further report after another moment.

So we're not needed down there right now, are we? G'len pulled enough information about the two riders involved from his mind to put faces to the names of Elianne and Elidora, and their relationships. Identical twins, Impressed to two dragons from the same clutch, Stormsinger class from twelve turns ago. Family issues, perhaps? Old sibling grudges rearing their ugly head at an inopportune time? Hard to say at this point, though that seemed to be the most likely scenario with the information he had available to him now. Wings involved would be Midnight and Heritage, one led by a boneheaded hardass and the other by a fool just barely learning to filter his thoughts before opening his mouth. Fun meeting for later (not).

No. We can wait until later today to see how things are down there. We'd only be in their way if we went down now. As much as the Bronzepair might want to go down and observe matters for themselves, their current rank would make them a target if it turned out there was far more going on down there than it first seemed. Though that didn't stop G'len from sending some of his flitters out there to watch over things for him. Their eyes would be a decent substitute for their own under the circumstances.

Tell our fellow leaders what we know, and that it's being handled down there already. They had to touch base with the others, to make sure they were all on the same page about what was going on. Even though they would've heard about it already, they still needed to talk to each other now.

Zeuth reached out to touch the minds of Couineth, Laanasuth, Vespasiath, and Xerocleth. There has been an attempted murder by the feeding pens. Macchith's has tried to kill Maeradith's. The whers and Healers have everything under control. We advise not going down there until the Alphahandler has a report to give us, for our own safety. Just in case there is far more going on here than a simple family dispute. This was Dalibor, after all; it wasn't outside the realm of possibility when one came right down to it. Best if the higher-ranked targets willingly kept themselves out of unnecessary danger, and let the whers do their jobs unhindered by highranking fools.

Noting the arrival of Goosiluteth on the scene (through the eyes of the flitters), Zeuth made the following broadcast to the rest of the Weyr: Everyone! Do not go to the feeding pens at this time, unless you are a wherhandler needed to apprehend the attacker, a Healer, or a Beastcrafter needed to keep the herdbeasts under control. The fewer running around underfoot, the better the whers can keep things in hand. To Goosiluteth, a specific order was given: Unless Yours has had the training the handlers have received in their classes to detain criminals, you are advised to back off and leave everything to the handlers present, less Yours wants to risk being taken as a hostage by Macchith's. All because the woman wanted to become a Great Hero was no excuse for putting herself and her dragon in danger like that.

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Meanwhile, down on the ground, Busk barely dodged the snapping jaws of the upset Pink. No he wasn't interested in becoming breakfast for a flapwing either, thank you very much. Thankfully the arrival of the Orange coming to sit on the smaller dragon kept that from being a concern, at least for the moment. As it was, Busk's jumping off of Elidora had left her with the potential for some nasty scratches, if his claws had penetrated her shirt any.

The arrival of Prideleader Lyeang and the larger Lyeask to take over the detaining of the Pinkrider meant that Busk could concentrate on a small matter that he felt needed to be done. A moment's sniffing in the grass found him the prize he sought: the knife Elidora used against her sister. Find weapon for you, he told his handler, knife in his mouth.. Where is good place to put it?

My pocket for now, Burl responded, doing just that when the wher handed it to him. Now watch my back while I help this Healer get this rider to the Infirmary. Don't want that woman coming after us to finish the job, alright? With that, Burl did as Da'on requested, kneeling by Elly and holding her by the arms to support her weight better than she could herself right then.

Meanwhile Busk took up a guard position beside his beloved Burl, keeping an eye on the going-ons around Dora, and willing to move fast to defend his bonded if needed. He would show any would-be attacker what even a small White wher could do if enraged.

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Jali had come out to her weyr's ledge at Maeradith's scream, but there she stayed, one hand pressed against her copper's foreleg. Laanasuth could see well enough for both of them. She hugged her, then must have stabbed her in the back, the copper reported, a rumble in her chest giving lie to the calm tone. She'd noticed the women in the bowl, but had been at the wrong angle to have seen the actual stab. Her tailtips flicked back and forth in agitation. Yes, Dalibor had more than its share of violent happenings, but for a rider to try and kill a rider, apparently unprovoked? It wasn't exactly forgivable, nor even understandable.

The copperrider frowned. We need to have her questioned.

Yes, of course. Laanasuth reached out, adding her directions to Zeuth's. Work to detain her only. She must be taken to the Weyrjail. That there even WAS a weyrjail was still a foreign concept to the copper. Such things simply didn't exist elsewhere.

Macchith didn't know, she added in a quiet aside to her rider that had an undercurrent of bafflement. How could any of us have missed this? How did it come about?

I wish I knew, Susu. I wish I knew.

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Everything seemed a bit surreal.

For one thing, she was aware that she'd been stabbed. Mostly because there was a knife and because it had kind of, y'know, hurt. But as someone took hold of her arm to pull her back until she was sitting on her heels, with words flying over her head, and whers rushing in, and the flash of an orange dragon landing on top of her sister's pink, all Elly could think of was that it didn't make sense. It was a nightmare of confusion and noise and sheer impossibility.

She inhaled obediently, mechanically. It was still something she could do. For Da'on's ear, there wasn't the horrific wet burble that might have betrayed liquid in her lungs, in her airway. The wound was too high to have hit the woman's heart. There were copious amounts of blood, slowly painting the brownrider's back bright red, but she didn't respond to that. She just sat there numbly, her quick tongue silent.

Right up until Lyeask attacked her sister. Then Elianne lurched up to her feet, a hand extending helplessly. "DON'T HURT HER!" The objection tore itself from her lips, the product of a life spent loving and protecting the younger twin whenever she could, whenever was needed. It hadn't been needed, not since Impression, but she - she had to - had to protect -

It wasn't a logical response at all to having someone attempt to kill her. But she wasn't functioning on a logical level. Her face was a ghastly pale color and it was covered with a sheen of cold sweat. "Dora," a voice begged. Her voice? Her voice. She was talking, although she couldn't remember making any conscious choice to speak. "Dora, I don' understand." She was shaking, the ground wavering beneath her feet until the short surge of adrenaline that had got her to her feet burned out and sent her back down.

Stay. You need to stay.

Not goin' anywhere

You feel like it. Stop it. I need you to stay, Elianne, my Elianne. Please. Stay.


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She did not scream when Lyeask's jaws bit down on her ankle, not even when she felt the bones creak, pop, and ultimately disintegrate beneath the powerful bite. The wher's attentions brought her up short of loving all over the Orange sitting in front of her. Instead of crying out, she simply gasped, a quiet intake of breath as the wher pulled her down to her knees. She turned and caressed the bright blue head as it worried at her maimed limb. "Good beast," she cooed softly, before turning to finally reply to Tuo. "Am I? A murderer?" But Elly was screaming. Not at her, but at her attacker.

"Hush, Elly," she called to her sibling. "It is in her nature to protect, she is a fine animal. You were fine once," Dora sighed again, there was a tremor in her hands, everything was getting harder. It was supposed to be done already, but her sister was fighting the inevitable. She would continue to encourage Lyeask in her mauling with delicate hands, until such a time as the wher either bit them off, or was removed. It was such a simple compulsion to give in to while she waited.

Things seemed to be quieting down, and almost everyone slipped away from her general awareness as she waited. Macchith only trembled, wheezed, and keened. She did not move, she did not answer, she simply existed.


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Pipperith's head swung along the semicircle of dragonet bundles. Though most post-feeding naps were conducted in the Weyrlings' own rooms, the occasional group snooze exercise came to pass, particularly after breakfast. So she had called the TreasureTrackers to the Commons, and now some minutes after the start of their quiet time, she was nudging or licking some of the baby dragons, correcting their posture or otherwise confirming their proximity. Though she was awake, the Weyrlingmaster was on one of the room's couches, perhaps alongside two or three of his students, his legs stretched out along the floor and his eyes shut in a light nap of his own. He did not keep normal corpse-like hours of night rest, but rather caught these sly winks of comfort where he could.

The metal doors to the Barracks stood open. Maeradith's scream floated past the atrium and washed against the commons, the main blast of the sound long dead but haunting the air. Dan'lusian's brows crinkled above his shut eyes, then a prod from his dragon got them open. Alert. He unfolded his hands from their steepled cross over his stomach to brace against the armrest and rise, inhaling the situation from Pipperith.

"Someone has been hurt," he informed his Weyrlings, so they in turn would know what to tell their infants. "The voice you hear is Maeradith. He is in pain along with his rider. Now, all of you embrace, rider and dragon. Hold each other close." He folded his arm around the wrist of Pipperith's slender foreleg, lining his whole flank with hers, then nodded to the Weyrlings. "You are going to hear many voices now, it will be like Threadfall, the whole Weyr mobilizing toward a single point."

Pipperith's head ticked from right to left very fast, eyes perfect circles of awareness, yellow, clear, and still. "At this time I ask you to not concern yourself with what you hear." Bellows and offended shrieks of dragons. "I will not leave you to shut the door. I ask that you limit your eyes and thoughts to this room, and each other. This is your safe place."

He left Pip to join his students, moving among them, tending stiff shoulders, though he did not touch any of the dragons. "Do any of you feel as though you are losing control? Does your dragon seem far from you?"

This is not the best welcome to the new Turn, babies, Pipperith admitted. But I am right here. She hummed, the way dragons sang to hatching eggs, not too low, and full of melody. If you feel something bad, feel it at me. I can take it. I will show you the way back to your rider.
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Fear coalesced within the young candidate's heart as it was seized by the screaming cries of dragons beyond the Weyr's stone walls. Inside of its protective borders there seemed to be a quiet lull for a moment before suddenly the world exploded into activity. She had already been on her way to the dining hall now that she was done with her chores when Maeradith's demanding plea scorched through her ears, as much by an audible call as it had attacked her mind. Deep inside of her being there was a raw sensation of something having cut into her emotions, rending them too painful to touch for long lest she get swallowed up by the pity and terror. Not to mention the anger.

That in of itself was a strange enough feeling to have creeping along and hissing wildly in the back of her mind. With a whimpered sound she pulled her arms up and around herself tightly until their winding form succeeded in giving her some, small comfort. It wasn't nearly the relief that she wanted however, and that alone came from Fortath's soothing and authoritative voice entering her head. Thank Faranth. A destination right now did much to assuage her worries until at long last Amarylia found herself settling into the dining hall with a sweeping glance to try and find the rider in question. "Candidatemaster?" The bubble of her voice popped through the cacophony of other sounds that rose to a clamored height as weyrfolk and candidates alike found their way to the familiarity of the dining hall.

At first she didn't even know what to say, and her gaze lingered up towards the man's face as she searched there for some hidden answer to a question she could not voice. Did they know anything more that they weren't telling them? Possibly. If Amarylia just took the time to breathe and calm down enough to think, then yes, she could see that not causing a panic and keeping quiet about the details would be a better course of action. Her blood still raced through her veins in pulsing jitters that made her want to crawl through her own skin, but at least she felt safer among the multitudes of people. Out of the corner of her eye she tried to catch sight of if the weyrlings had been brought here as well, concern for her friend flitting through the rest of the swirling emotions that were storming inside her. When no glimpse was seen however, she decided that the weyrlings must have been kept somewhere else where it was easier to watch their new dragonets.

"What do we do?" The question came as a soft and gentle murmur as she finally jerked a grey observation around the room a last time before moving it to Al'dr. What were they supposed to do? Stay here of course. That much made sense, but Amarylia wasn't asking about that. Memories played with her mind of other terrible things long past that she had been through in her turns growing up inside Dalibor's walls. Chaos and catastrophe was not an unknown event to the folk who had stayed in this Weyr long, it certainly was not to her, and yet she still was asking the one question that she knew probably wouldn't be answered fully. Was this more than just an issue between two people? The weyrfolk had been whispering about whatever it was that they did know, and from that much she could try and gather pieces of the puzzle. Someone had gotten hurt, no one knew exactly why. The motivations behind the attack were what concerned Ryli now as she wrung her hands together nervously.


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A sharp curse was given when the brown's voice roared through his head, and without a hope for it to be otherwise, the glowlight basket that Meitheal had been carried dropped towards the floor. A loud series of cracks and subsequent pings littered the air as the mixture of faded and live rocks scattered across the ground. Some slid straight under the nearest crevices that they came across, while others simply shattered if caught at a harmful point to the luminescent object's form. Shards. What's gone and happened now? A frown creased the young man's features as his brow furrowed sharply, the expression quickly shaken off in favor of focusing his attention on the chore which had been interrupted. Regardless of whether or not the drake was alright, this wasn't his concern.

That was what Meitheal tried to tell himself at least. There were a great many things that the dual candidate would try and find a way into knowing about, if only to sate his own curiosity. For once, this didn't sound like something he wanted to touch even if he were being paid to do it. Nope. Meitheal was quite alright with not taking one step closer to the amassed concern and worry that followed in rippling affect to the dragon's announcement as riders and weyrfolk poked their heads up and began to wonder. For it to get this much of a reaction though? Come on, that's a lot more than just a little problem. He had heard that sometimes dragons could overreact to things whenever they or their rider had been affronted, but this didn't sound like something trivial. In fact, the more that Meitheal recalled the tone in which the dragon had used, the more the confusion began to turn into dread.

It was as if his stomach wanted to turn inside out and twist straight up through his esophagus all at once. Decidedly, he did not like this. A second thought quickly surpassed any other thought that burdened the young man's mind however as an emotion not unlike being doused with freezing water drenched his person. Where were the members of his family? His eyes frantically searched out anything that looked familiar nearby until at last the candidate couldn't take it any more and began his tracking on foot. Where had he last heard the twins would be? What of the wherlings? His mind churned the questions over in his mind alongside the other more obvious ones of what was even going on. Find them first, his mind crowed at him in its attempts at focusing on perhaps just one of the many tempting possibilities.

Action was needed, but Meitheal didn't like jumping into action. He preferred to plan, and right now he sorely lacked the proper understanding of their situation to do so. That made him feel vulnerable, and it was not a feeling that the candidate enjoyed. It was then that the voice of blue Fortath rang out to try and clear away the fear and uncertainty which plagued the Candidatemaster's charges, and Meitheal paused mid-step. He should go to the dining hall. His stomach twisted as he tried to think, mid-way as he was, which was the better option. Dining hall, or barracks? The twins could be either, and since Einon had her wher to help protect her, it was Kolbi and Jemi that Meitheal decided to try and find. The barracks were where he eventually turned to go, and the young man didn't even consider pausing again in his now brusque pace until he reached them and flung himself inside with a look around the common area which barely concealed the frantic emotions that were beginning to unsettle him. Calm. He had to stay calm, but shards that would be easier if he knew where his little brothers were.


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There were a few times when not being a candidate had its perks. Aesidhe leaned back casually against one side of the Weyrbowl with her face turned upwards towards the warm light of Rukbat as she let the rays of heat sink in. Where others her age may have been busy with their crafts or chores, or maybe even lessons, Aesidhe had the freedom to go where the wind took her. It wasn't nearly so far as she would have wished, and she still planned on helping out with the drudges and cavern workers in an hour or two, but for right now this was nice. She liked nice. It wasn't exactly something that came often without repercussions. A balance seemed to always happen somewhere. For even a few to enjoy the pleasure of a good day and light hearts, another had to suffer. Unfortunately, it seemed that the one to suffer this day would be paying the price for hundreds.

The trader jerked into a straight position from where she had been previously lounging as soon as the chaos erupted in bowl. First it was the brown dragon that began to cause an uproar, and she clapped her hands over her ears far before the actual accost to her mind occurred, if only to try and dampen the vocalizations he made as well. Then it was whers, handlers, dragons, and riders all scrambling to try and get between what looked to be two women? Her head fell to rest against her shoulder in bewilderment before the rest of the strange happenings began to register in the fuzziness of which she could see. As far away as she was from them, it wasn't easy to really determine much of anything. Somewhere from behind Aesidhe, she thought that perhaps a voice was telling her to get inside, but then again that could have been the general call for anyone to take shelter.

Even that didn't stop her from staying where she was for another couple of moments though. She was glued to the spot. Hypnotized into watching the rest play out without a hope for moving her feet from where they stood stitched to the ground by the unwavering form of her shadow. There wasn't even worry that filtered through the unanswered questions. Instead she simply watched quietly with a thoughtful expression as her hands wound themselves up into her hair to pull it back from her eyes and face. The dark threads tangled into her fingers as they continued to threaten the line of her sight, and slowly she was beginning to grow frustrated with the lack of detail that she saw from her position. Behind her the footsteps of hurrying weyrfolk drove past the nearest cavern's entrance and exit, but she still refused to look away. Or, was it that she were incapable of averting her gaze? Aesidhe didn't really know. She was just vaguely aware that this was the most exciting thing to happen to her in a while, and with such little understanding for what actually was going on, the trader couldn't help but make up the details for herself of what it could possibly be.

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Feathers ruffled indignantly as the whersport made a series of noises that clearly stated his position on the necessity of baths. Mainly, that there was none. Instead of give in however to his pleading looks and flustered vocalizations, Gersemi simply shook her head and continued to clean out what looked suspiciously like jam from his plumage. "It's not my fault that you let him get this all over you. I told you before to be careful when playing with my son." The chiding note was one that came easily to the woman as she tsked at the offended creature which whistled a responsive note before fluffing out his feathers. A ring around his neck where they grew particularly thick down towards his chest puffed up more than the others even, and she tickled between the small spaces of nothing that could be found now that they were poised outwards instead of laying flat and layered against his body.

Once more her other hand made a gentle sweep with a damp cloth over the tail's portion of dark and tawny colored plumes before pausing in its motion. Cocoa? Her head tilted before Gersemi realized she had thought the question more than asked it loud, but a repeat was unneeded. From tense to shivering the brundle went, and Gersemi frowned deeply in reply as she looked over her shoulder towards the door to her room. Beyond that she could just make out the corridor where a few other candidates had begun to poke out their heads in time to hear an accompanying cry from a dragon in distress. Gersemi may not have spent her entire life at Dalibor, instead going back and forth between it and one of the Holds, but she still could understand despair when it tinged someone's voice. Mental or otherwise.

Where was her son? Despite knowing that the creche workers would have him and the other children well under supervision by now, the candidate could still not stop the concern from rising in her chest. It ached to know that she was better suited to stay here where she could try and help comfort the younger or more frightened candidates. Yet, by the time that the blue's voice entered her mind as well, Gersemi had reluctantly settled on that decision to stay. With a quiet motion, she set down the still-wet cloth and brushed her fingers against the brundle's dry head before giving him a brief glance. "Behave." The word was said without being needed. She knew full well that Cocoa was a soft-bellied creature when it came to stomaching actual conflict. There would be no trouble from the whersport, but the familiar action and tone helped to comfort her some as she stepped out into the barracks to see if someone needed help.

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Elianne's plea was ignored. Sister or not, she was a criminal who was going to have to face her punishment. Lyeask felt a certain amount of sympathy toward the grueling loss the brownrider was going to be faced, assuming she survived. Her handler felt no such thing. It was her job to drag people down when they tried to climb where they didn't belong. The rider should be grateful that her traitor of a sister was likely to end up dead in the end. Lyeang had always been a short-tempered, vulgar, violent woman. Wherhandling gave her an outlet to express these behaviors in a constructive manner.

With a temper like hers, it didn't take much to make her mad. Someone who should be writhing on the floor in pain holding herself together enough to pet her wher? That threatened to do to a place beyond anger. The Prideleader snarled and lurched forward an inch. No, Lyeask warned, not injure too bad. Not kill. Need interrogate. She sent a wave of calm over the rider when the woman's eye twitched. It was then that she got a response from Vresk, which she relayed to her handler. Vresk and Vresk's not able come, but Lyeask and Lyeask's capable. Permission granted to detail.

A sharp smile raced across Lyeang's face. Good. This lady was pissing her off. She marched over to Elidora and moved to stomp her foot onto her chest the second Lyeask moved. With the wounds she'd obtained, she wouldn't be able to move faster than the battle-ready handler. She sheathed her dagger to collect the pinkrider's hands and force her to her feet. "I hope you realize what you've done," she snarled, "'cause what comes next ain't gonna be a lot of fun." Not for Elidora and probably not for her. No matter how much glee she may gain from the would-be murderer's suffering, she wasn't entirely without conscious. Holding her, questioning her, and whatever else may happen was going to be stressful. But to find out why she had tried to kill her sister, she would do whatever was necessary.

If all went well, the handler would proceed to drag her down toward the weyrjail. If she began to stumble from her broken and bleeding leg, she would drag her. Just because she had a conscious didn't mean she would do anything to ease well-earned pain. Elidora may have felt a slight pinch as her hands clenched in rage. So much to do. There was so much to do and Dalibor had been so soft. Too soft. Lyeask. She didn't need to say more. The cyan could feel her bonded's anger and knew what to do.

Vresk, Nevisk, Izanesk, Desk, Vessk, Ausk. Lyeask's want suggest increased patrols and high alert for while. Taking pinkrider to weyrjail, scary whers for guard. She couldn't order prides other than her own to increase their patrols, but as a prideleader, she was well within her rights to make the suggestions. Next, the cyan addressed a handful of leadership. Couineth, Laanasuth, Zeuth, Vespiath, Xerocleth. Lyeask's want speak after murderer in weyrjail. Think stricter measures be needed. Warn others, stop incidents. Quite frankly, she wanted an execution after they'd pried all they could out of the pinkrider, but that wasn't something you said right off or in passing. Yes, Elidora was a rider. Being a rider should only be able to buy you so much amnesty.

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Chaos had erupted in the Weyrbowl but Vessa was settled in her quarters, not asleep but not likely to respond unless specifically called upon. Poe had ventured out by the feeding pens and dipped around the people present to offer images before she had made the call to stay put. Too many people in one place would just be asking for more trouble; something that was clearly not needed. The handlers on the scene had it covered - if they needed her they would call.

Vresk, Nevisk, Izanesk, Desk, Vessk, Ausk. Lyeask's want suggest increased patrols and high alert for while. Taking pinkrider to weyrjail, scary whers for guard. Vessk snorted as Lyeask's message was received loud and clear, relaying it to Hers, Lyeask's say more patrols. Alert high due to bigwing riders not getting along.

"As I understand it this was more than just 'not getting along', Vessk." Rolling onto her side she eyed her green who seemed to be lost in thought. Though their bond was strong she had learned to not intrude into things she was not openly included in.

No more go with bigwing rider without Vessk. A slow blink from the green wher as she looked at her handler with blue-green hues. Rarely did she make demands of the woman but if all those up and about under Rukbat were constantly going to cause trouble and hurt people she wouldn't be seeing Hers hurt as well. Lips pursed in thought briefly before Vessa rolled onto her back with a sigh, "He isn't going to be happy about that." A pause before another sigh sounded out from the woman, "Alert Epsilon we will be adding extra patrols for the next sevenday or more if needed. Let Lyeask know we got the message and will do what is neccesary to protect the Weyr."

Epsi-lon! More bad news mean more patrols. Must keep all safe and sound. Talk more tonight. Vessk reached out to her priderunners, Tessk, Rousk, Norsk, Arsonysk, Ridesk, Cask, and Orisk. To Lyeask she added, Think good. Let Epsi-lon know. Keep all safe. If need now, let know.

An image was offered of younger faces looking quite worried, it was enough to draw Vessa from her bed to pull on proper clothes. "Find your goggles. Ask the Candidatemaster if all his charges are accounted for. Something tells me they are not."

Rooting her nose around under a pile of blankets Vessk soon emerged triumphant with her goggle strap dangling from her maw. Fortath was asked, Missing Candy-dates? And as Vessa fitted the goggles onto her green Vessk hurried to add, Vessk be help find.

A quick paced walk drew them from the darkness of the wher quarters into the light of Rukbat, Vessa shielding her eyes with her hand until they had time to adjust. "If you see anyone who looks like they shouldn't be out and about let me know Vessk, we need to make sure everyone is safe but especially any wayward Candidates."

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There’s something going down in the Weyrbowl, Brownrider down stabbed by a Pinkrider, said Taresk somewhat distressed at what was going on. Lyeask and Lyeang are already engaged should we ask if they need backup? The Brown and his handler had not all that recently gotten off of late night duties, long enough to at least start to settle down for another day of sleep but it didn’t seem like they would have that opportunity in what seems to be a uniquely Dalibor fashion.

Tarele wasn’t really expecting the possibility of being called out again with the sun having already risen but he wasn’t about to let that be a problem if his Prideleader felt it necessary for him to be called back into action. The very least we can do is offer our aid, regardless of whether we are needed or not, said Tarele telepathically to his Brown.

Does Lyeask and Lyeaks’s wish for Taresk and Tarele to be involved? If yes how can we help? asked Taresk bespeaking higher Ranked Cyan somewhat unsure just how to word the question to ask. Hopefully they would get an answer before things got too far along for them to do much of anything even if their Prideleader decided their help would be necessary.


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She had failed then. Elly still lived, and now she would be separated from her real family. Dora only sighed. She was bleeding and shattered in many places, but she didn't seem to care. Part of her was broken and trembling on the barren wasteland of stone that was the Bowl, but she didn't care, at least she didn't appear to. She was, for now, quiet. Until she was within the confines of the Weyrjail she was simply an odd creature who smiled, and saw no one but other faces. She might turn to one of her captors and say something odd, completely happy as if nothing had happened, then she would realize who she was speaking with and turn away. Silent again.

Macchith was starting to move, faintly. But all she could manage to do was begin wailing mentally, on full broadcast, to anyone within range to hear: What did you do...what did you do...WHAT DID YOU DO Her voice grew louder and her vibrations more frantic as foam poured from between her teeth. Dora rocked gently, but her dragon went unanswered. She had spent far too long preparing for this, to break so easily. Instead she bit her lip to dull the pain, blood trickling neatly down her chin as she was lead to the Weyr's Jail.


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It was evidently over, for now. Or so G'len hoped.

Elidora was now restrained by the wherhandlers and escorted to the Weyrjail, Elianne had a Healer in attendance, and would soon be moved towards the Infirmary shortly, if she wasn't already headed in that direction. And so far, no indications of there being any more assassins out and about this morning, as near as can be determined by anyone. Which, for some odd reason, didn't exactly sit well with him, though he couldn't quite find the words then to explain why. That would come later, he knew. Just so long as the reason didn't wait to reveal itself until it was too late to do anything with it.

Tuonetath, Zeuth sent to the younger Orange, relaying the orders from His. Take Macchith to the Infirmary, where she can be looked after while her rider is...indisposed. The Bronze snorted at that word, though none but his rider witnessed it. What they were shown of Elidora's behavior didn't make sense to either of them. G'len couldn't imagine a scenario where Zeuth would become almost catatonic like the poor Pink was now, and him not caring a whit about it like her rider seemed to. Or rather, not without someone doing a major mindscrew on him, somehow.

But those were disturbing questions for later. For now, they needed to help a severely traumatized dragon recover herself enough to reclaim her rider from whatever abyss she threw herself into just now. Rivath, have Yours examine Macchith and see to whatever needs they can provide to her at this time. Yours is the closest thing to a dragon Mindhealer we have here, we think. Though if you know of others who can help with this, have them do so. The one obvious need the Pink needed was her rider's reassurance that everything was going to be alright, but that wasn't going to happen for a good while yet. Perhaps the famous short memory of dragonkind would be a blessing to her, and help speed her recovery out of catatonia. Perhaps.

Anything else, the wherguards could handle among themselves. G'len had confidence in them. He just didn't want to attend the meeting with the other Weyrleaders later today about all of this mess, and what to do about it.

@Minute, @Ruin
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