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Post by Marnark’tranarprol on Apr 23, 2010 23:30:06 GMT -5
"If it is done with utmost care ... it sounds like a good plan. But dragons grow fast - if you intend to send them back piggy backing on older dragons, younger is better." R'anl offered. "Less weight for the older dragon, less wind resistance, the whole works. Also, more than just people and dragons have to go ... proper supplies are going to have to be packed. These individuals are going to be in this past time ... how long? A turn? Two? They will need at minimum set up supplies until they can start harvesting their own foods, much less anything else they might need. As a matter of curiosity ... to where are you sending them? They will need shelter, this suggests a Weyr. But you can't send them here - people will start overlapping themselves if you do." He pointed out.
Behind him, Geth shifted on his feet restlessly. He was aware that the things being discussed were heavy weight issues, and such did not interrupt or even offer chiding comments to his own rider. However, having nothing to physically do, himself, was itching at him. Geth was a dragon of action, of intimidation. He didn't like just sitting there and listening to people talk.
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Post by Marnark’tranarprol on Apr 30, 2010 15:11:03 GMT -5
[[As instructed...]]
All Riders and weyrfolk, report to the bowl! Kaith called, instructing everyone to gather pretty much where the WeyrLeaders and Bronzeriders were gathered, the call going out to any and all who could hear dragonspeech.
Ragule heard the call of the Queen, and heaved a sigh. Thankfully, there weren't an patients in dire need of assistance at the moment, but he rather was occupied in the preparations of some of the herbal concoctions he used. Not to mention the ones he was experimenting with, trying to come up with new, better cures for dismal thinks like joint pain. Like his knees were telling him all about. At least today he could breathe well enough. Lifting his pots and kettles out of the fire, he set them aside on the stone floor where they wouldn't scald, but would keep warm instead. Grabbing a poker, he shoved the swinging arm supporting a larger kettle out of the fire as well, leaving it to hang close enough to stay warm, but not boil away.
Who knew what the Weyrwoman wanted, anyway? Putting the hot pot mittens off his hands, he set them aside on the edge of a table as he levered himself up off the short stool he'd been seated on. Grabbing the nearest of his array of walking sticks, he headed for the door and out into the bowl. He stopped there for a moment, shading his eyes to see where it was this gathering was taking place. The bowl was, after all, a rather big place. However, with so many of the biggest dragons in the Weyr all gathered together in one spot, it was rather hard to miss and rather telling.
Something big had to be going down, if there was a general quarters meeting in the bowl, already started by all of the bronzeriders and the Weyrwoman too. Muttering to himself about how he was getting too old for this nonsense, he started in that direction at a fairly brisk clip, considering how much his knees were protesting. But important things were important things. Once he arrived at the peripheral of the thing, he leaned on the stick and just watched, listening for anything his ears would pick up. He rather thought that if the whole Weyr was going to turn out, the bronzes at least needed to move out. Make room. Something.
Last night, the healers had finally allowed him to stay out of the infernal straight jacket he'd been wearing for weeks. H'nam was thrilled to have his arms back. Even if his shoulders were still immensely sore. He had a newfound sense of freedom, one that he'd never realized before his shoulders had been so badly cut. Now, still raw pink lines traced down the backs of the blades, but the wounds were for the most part healed. Sore, itchy, irritating, but it wasn't going to tear open. As long as he didn't do anything too strenuous, the healers said. They were refusing him numbweed for it on the principle that the twinges should tell him when he's overdoing it. H'nam might have grumbled about it, but the sensation of being able to dress his own self in the morning was one he was reveling in. And to scratch behind the headknobs of his own dragon - the first time he'd gotten to touch the beast!! H'nam was rather impressed, the way dragonhide felt under his hands.
Reloth was pleased, of course, quite happy to be petted and scratched for as long as H'nam felt inclined to sit there and scratch him. So the pair were sitting outside in the sun, the one scratching idly on the other, just enjoying the day. Reloth perked up at the call of the Queen, and jumped to his feet so fast that H'nam didn't have time to get his hand off the dragon's back first. Getting his arm lifted so high so fast made H'nam yelp in pain, pulling his arm to his side and rubbing the offended shoulder.
Oops, sorry. Reloth licked at H'nam's elbow, then looked toward the Queen again.
"It's alright." H'nam answered through his teeth, face screwed up into a grimace. Heaving a sigh, he got to his feet and let both arms fall downward. "We might as well go. Doesn't sound like a typical lesson call though." He mused, wandering over in that direction. Reloth hopped once, then pranced after him, tail rocking back and forth in a fluid motion with every bouncy step.
Orena was in the middle of a bath, trying to cool off, when the call came. With a startled squeak, she shot out of the bath so fast she sloshed water all over the place. Grabbing a towel she dried off quickly if not completely, and donned a slip over tunic that fell to her knees. Belting it securely, she shoved her feet into some sandals and went bolting out the door, wet hair flailing behind her as she went, showering the hall floor in a rain of droplets. "Oh dear oh dear..." She fretted, afraid she was going to be horrendously late for the meeting... even though she wasn't entirely sure she was supposed to attend. Did candidates fall under weyrfolk? She didn't even know!
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Post by Akki on May 2, 2010 23:23:00 GMT -5
We may be new to your Weyr, but we will follow you until the skies are clear and for ever after that. Waeith said solemnly, tucking his wings close to his side as he straightened himself out, looking almost regal as he responded dutifully to the Queen. He and his rider had left their home to come to Dark Moon. When they talked about the Weyr, they made it clear that it was their home now – they would not stand idly by as Thread loomed ever closer.
Three or four months. Maybe that seemed like a long time but if you thought about it, especially in this context, it seemed like not nearly enough time. Three or four months to prepare everyone and everything. Would they be able to do it? “We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” V’ian asked out loud, his eyes shut slightly as his thoughts churned over and over in his mind. “If we want to see Dark Moon and its people survive, then our only option is to rely on the weyrlings and timing it.” His voice sounded pained. It was a dangerous situation – there was a very high possibility that, if the timing worked out, weyrlings and others could be lost.
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Something was causing the Weyr to stir. Akki could feel it – it was a vibration in her bones, it was making her blood thicker. Something was happening, something big. The girl wasn’t the brightest, anyone could see that, but she wasn’t blind. She could see the worry lines on people’s faces – especially Christae’s. When Kaith’s call went out, it was clear that it wasn’t a normal, every day call.
Ebbeth shifted his body, raising his head off of the ground so Akki and he could stare each other at the eye. I wonder if this means it’s time for us to grow up. Ebbeth said, trying to make a joke but there was that serious underline in his tone. Whatever was going to happen during the meeting, it wasn’t going to be something they could joke about. She rested her forehead lightly on the tip of his snout and smiled, “I wonder if that’s even possible.”
The blue hummed silently for a second before turning and leaping out of their weyr, perching himself on a ledge where he could watch and listen. Akki turned also, heading down the maze of stairs before joining her brothers side, glancing at his face – taking note of the solemn expression he had.
Ooc|| My other charries will slowly emerge~ I didn’t want to make a huge post haha |
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Post by Minajerie on May 6, 2010 5:31:34 GMT -5
R'khol had been silent, listening to the concerns and opinions of the other bronze riders. He would deffer to Christae, but thought he might as well let his agreement known.
"I too think that the youngest weyrlings would be best to send back first. They will need the most time to mature as well as being the lightest to carry. Also, if we send back food it will lessen the possible repercussions from just living off the land and game of a past area." As to the amounts of food the weyrlings would go through before they could start cultivation their own, he might be able to give a rough guess, but was sure Christae would have a better idea of what would be needed more than he.
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"Ouch!"
Andilay stuck a finger into her mouth as she carefully set aside her blade and wet stone. Of course she would be mind spoken to when she was sharpening a blade. She shook her head and looked about for Veritath. The silver sweetling was curled up all nice and cute looking. With a slight mournful feeling, Andilay prodded the little queen with her mind. Wake up, littleling. Your mother calls us to the bowl for something. Sounds important from her tone.
Mmmmmnnneh. M-mine? Mother calls? I think I vaguely heard her... The silver opened sleep weary eyes and yawned. She slowly got up and stretched out her growing body.
Andilay looked over her young bondmate with a slight smile. I shall oil you again when we get back.
Veritath nuzzled her hide a bit in curiousness. Wondering what her mine saw that she didn't. Very well, mine. If you think it best.
Andilay got to her feet, grabbed up a bit of linen to wrap up her finger in, and gestured for Veritath to follow. It wasn't long before they were in the weyrbowl and headed toward the growing group of dragons and riders/weyrlings. At least she had managed to wrap up her cut in a make-shift bandage.
Once she made it to the group she looked around for a good spot to stand and then made her space, waiting to see what was important news.
((Well, here is two out of my six Weyr Charries ))
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Post by Kino on May 6, 2010 8:50:18 GMT -5
K'ris had been resting in the barracks and enjoying a bit of time off of chores. Rather than sitting on his own bed, the boy was sitting on the one set up for Queroth and leaning against his bonded, sitting indian-style. The little blue firelizard, Twil, was curled up against his leg as well. K'ris' head was dipped forward as he finished up a bit of repair on the necklace he generally wore. When the call from Kaith went out, both his and Queroth's heads lifted at the same moment. Twil stirred as well, and after glancing back at Qeuroth K'ris slipped the necklace around his neck and got to his feet.
He scooped the waking firelizard up and set him to rest on his shoulder, stepping away from Qeuroth so the dragonet could get up as well. "Sounds pretty important," Kris said, starting towards the door once his bonded was beside him. They made their way quickly towards the weyrbowl, and arrived not long after.
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J'kiran had been getting a drink of juice out of the kitchen when the call went out; Kaenith was waiting out in the hall that was large enough for dragonets to walk through. The redhead downed his juice and jogged back to where his bonded was when the call went out, sending a quick smile to the bronze as they started for the weyrbowl. When they arrived J'kiran paused in the entryway for a moment in surprise, not having expected so many dragons to already be gathered. He and Kaenith continued over to where the gathering was, keeping their tongues as they realized that something serious was starting up.
[I'll bring the other two in soon enough. Sorry for the lack of quality, I'm in that in-between mental state between the end of school and the beginning of summer.]
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Post by catilena1890 on May 7, 2010 8:06:51 GMT -5
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Relina was relaxing by the lake when Soranith passed on the message.
The queen wishes us to come to the weyrbowl. [/color] She said, bounding up to her. Relina yawned and stretched, using Soranith's extended neck to lift herself up.
"I wonder what the occasion is, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to find out." She said, leading the growing green to the bowl. She rubbed her eyes a little before bowing to Kaith.
"Hello, weyrwoman. Relina and Green Soranith are here. How is Kaith?" She asked politely. Soranith looked at Kaith excitedly.
Hello Kaith. Nice day, is it not?[/color] Soranith said, her eyes a bright green.
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Catilena was helping D'lan rub his dragon when Lenoth perked up.
Kaith wishes to see us, Mine. We must go to the weyrbowl.[/color] He said, standing up. D'lan looked sheepishly at Catilena.
"Lenoth says we have to go. Sorry Catilena, I wish you could come." He said. Catilena smiled at him.
"It's alright. I understand completely." She said. Lenoth looked at them curiously.
Well, Kaith did say weyrfolk too. She can come, and the little one too![/color] Lenoth said excitedly, poking Mosaic with his nose. D'lan relayed the message to Catilena and she grabbed his arm and pulled him in the direction of the bowl.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's GO!" She said excitedly, Lenoth and Mosaic faithfully following close behind while D'lan allowed himself to be dragged by the older girl.
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Post by Spirithawk on May 10, 2010 22:23:56 GMT -5
Kaith waited. All of her dragons would be paying attention to her, but it was harder to speak to all the humans at once as well as the dragons so she would leave that to her rider. The giant Queen stood proudly near her rider, though the lines of tension could be seen in both rider and dragon.
Christae waited patiently. For a small weyr, there were still quite a few people especially since the last hatching. More Candidates were going to be arriving soon. Hopefully the newest Queen would be rising soon enough to handle the supply and demand of dragons. Christae's mouth curled up slightly in an ironic smile at the thought of dragons as commodities. They were certainly priceless commodities.
She nodded to the people who were arriving. There were still some people arriving, and she would be patient in the meantime.
OOC: Going to move this on tomorrow. So people get your characters in. I'll post with my greenrider and other brownrider tomorrow
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Post by Kino on May 12, 2010 10:07:48 GMT -5
Tanwen arrived at the weyrbowl behind a few of the other recent arrivals; Vessayith walking in beside her. Her eyes widened a bit at the sight of everyone gathered; she'd known that all the weyrfolk had been called, but it was still something to see them all in one place.
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V'ael walked in shortly after with his green Aeydrith. He looked over the group gathered there, and then led Aeydrith off to one side where they would still be able to see and hear the Weyrwoman well enough.
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Post by Kandarra on May 13, 2010 18:11:16 GMT -5
T'rin agreed with R'anl, but stayed silent, as the other man had brought up most of what was on his mind. His mind, which before had been racing, had almost come to a full stop while trying to process all the variables of the situation. He had no familiar framework to use for this one, and he was trying to build a new one, but that took time. So he kept his mouth shut and focused on wrapping his head around the issue at hand.
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Uslanee heard Kaith's call in the middle of taking inventory and a cup of klah. It was from her secret cache, of course-- the weyr's supply was almost gone. She emptied the last of it into two more cups for the weyrleaders, knowing that something serious was afoot and that they would be grateful for it. Not to mention that the klahbark she had was the best you could get on the Southern Continent. She placed the three cups, hers half-empty, on the tray she'd appropriated from the kitchens and headed out into the weyrbowl.
Though surprised by the amount of people and dragons in the weyrbowl, she continued threading through them undaunted until she came to Christae and R'khol. "I brought you a boost," she said out of the corner of her mouth, winking at Christae, "from my personal supply." She handed a still-warm cup to the weyrwoman, and then one to R'khol. Finally, she gripped her own and took a sip. "Would this happen to have anything to do with the inventory you hinted at me to take recently?"
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Jeri was already near the weyrbowl when she heard the queen's voice, so it wasn't a far walk. Tirzinth lifted his head briefly from his sunning. "No," the bluerider said in answer to his unasked question. "You can stay here, if you like. And you can always listen in." With her dragon safely tucked into a comfy hollow, she made her way to the gathering crowd, picking a spot in the back, to one side. The weyrleaders seemed edgy, and so did all the bronzeriders collected around them. It was going to be big news, apparently, and probably not good.
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V'koran looked up from his runner, Shif, in surprise at hearing the queen's voice. This, of course, was a mistake, as Shif took the opportunity to nip him square on the rear end. As he jumped away, he flicked the runner on the nose as an admonishment, then packed up the grooming materials and walked out of the stables. Making his way up the path to the weyr, he forgot that he still had the carrier in his hand as he saw the ever-growing group of people gathered around the Weyrwoman. What could be going on? He knew that supplies had been running low, and that there had been plenty of talk about the new weyrleader and if he would stay-- but no, R'khol was there. The supply situation was the only thing V'koran could think of to make the group at the center so clearly uncomfortable.
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L'von had been in the Lower Caverns, sitting with a meatroll and idly chewing it, deep in thought, when Kaith's message broke through his trance-like state. Zalith? Do you know anything of this? he asked suspiciously, even as he was getting up from the bench.
No, she said. This is the first I have heard of it. You had better go. I will listen.
He nodded once, decisively. It comforted him, knowing that Zalith would have an ear out. Though he had settled in alright at the weyr-- the whole being-a-dragonrider thing had given him an automatic in-- he still felt a touch out of place at gatherings. Still, as he arrived at the meeting-point, he could tell that this was important, so he steeled himself against his neuroses and waited to hear what the new was.
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Post by Minajerie on May 15, 2010 18:46:46 GMT -5
Rayn had been happily washing Llanwreth. The tawny brown had gotten into something old and dusty and had not been happy. So, she had shuffled him down to the weyrbowl's lake for a good scrubbing. She had noticed a throng of bronzes getting together, but had figured it was none of her business until Kaith sent out a message for all to assemble.
She ran a hand through her spiky red hair, the length of which was getting a little long. She would need a trim soon, or else it would start being a nuisance. She grabbed a towel and draped it over her shoulders, lightly using the edge to dry some of her face and hair.
"Okay, Llanwreth, time to mosey on over. Your free to swim over if you like. I'll take our things the round about way. I still have to oil you though. It helps with your itching, no matter how weird you say it feels on your hide."
The brown looked up at her with resigned whirls in his eyes. As you wish mine... but I do think I will take up that swim.
Rayn shouldered her pack after giving a smile and wave to Llanwreth, and picked up her boots, not really wanting to jam her damp feet into them. She walked over dirt and rocks without really noticing. A swordswoman's feet were tough, from callous and wear.
It didn't take to long for her to reach the throng of people. She noticed her good friend right away and poked the taller female in the side. "Andy, what's goin on?"
"Dunno, just got here myself. Weyrwoman should fill us in soon, she's just waiting on the stragglers."
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V'dann had been bugging S'yer, as he so often did in their journeyman days, which in all reality, wasn't all that long ago. He found it rather amusing that Funornth managed to bug Perilth about the same way he did S'yer. Like Rider like dragon. He was also glad to see that Funornth's rear was healing nicely. The aqua blue had been fussy and whiny, but had ultimately listened to the healers and himself about not picking at it and letting it heal.
MineMinemine! Perilth is funny!! He says I should not act silly, that I should be calm and collected, that a blue is steady like water! Isn't that funny?
Oh, I dunno, I think he may be expecting to much out of you so young. I bet you will even out some when your older. Be more calm certainly, if not more collected. But silliness never really goes away, does it? He chuckled and patted Funornth's head as the blue gave a dragon version of a pout. But I like you that way, so I see no reason to find it as a bad thing. Perilth is just an up tight bronze. Poor S'yer stuck with such a character. They smiled at each other then, sharing a type of secret joke, and then straightened.
V'dann was about to say somethin when he got the summons from Kaith. "Huh, something goin on at the weyrbowl apparently. Lets get goin then, big guy."
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S'yer had been working on some small things in his forge, a few nails and some special items that the workers needed for repairs. And of course, V'dann had come to bug him with gossip and what not. Perilth had been all to happy to tell Funornth how un-blue-like he was, and how he could do better. Because, as usual, Perilth knew everything there was to know when it came to the stereo-typical-ness of one's appearance. It was a quirk in his bronze that he lived with, though, sometimes it could be convenient.
The bronze weyrling frowned when he got the call. Nodding with what V'dann said. He wondered what was going on...
Admin's Note:[/hr] He shrugged and grabbed at a towel to wipe off some of the sweat he had worked up. He quickly went about the few things he needed to do to leave the forge then led the way. After all, if he followed V'dann, they would not only be late, but rather very late, mostly because the bluerider would get them both horribly lost. He had a tendency to do that. As it was, it took them little time to make it outside and to the throng. "What's going on? Why such a large meeting?"
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Flowers. Flowers were always good. They were nice and sweet and pretty. And they smelled wonderful. They would be a lovely thing to brighten up the infirmary. So Blissy walked about and picked flowers. Jespeth was only too happy to frolick through the grasses and chase butterflies. The green even lightly chewed on a few flowers herself.
Tastes funny, like a flower.
And what is it?
A..... flower...
Admin's Note:[/hr][/color]
Exactly.
Blissy smiled and stood, a nice bouquet of flowers clutched in her hands. "Alright lets go baa-" She paused and cocked her head to the side as she listened. "Never mind. Lets go to your mother." She sighed and thought of the distance of her and her goal. "Hopefully we won't be to late..."
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Post by Spirithawk on May 16, 2010 17:57:30 GMT -5
Anassa dusted off her riding leathers. She had been on patrol when the call came through. She hadn't been sure that they were required to leave patrol at first, but then Priath had answered that for her. The dark, black marbled forest green hide glistened in the sun as her dragon turned and began to wing upwards to get enough space to go *between*
Black, blacker blackest...[/color] Priath had gone into the void without warning, but the greenrider didn't admonish her. Something serious was afoot for Priath to return home without even speaking to her rider. They spiraled down, taking in the gathering of riders and weyrfolk somberly awaiting the Weyrleaders' words.
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T'ren was sleeping and Kaith's call and Danaeth's subsequent bellow for him to wake up sent him tumbling out of the furs to the ground. He groaned and then glared at the brown. Even the different colored patch over his brown's eye didn't make him look comical like it usually did.
Trouble's afoot. We are summoned. T'ren gulped and then pulled on some clothes over his underthings. This didn't sound too pleasant. He didn't bother riding Danaeth. The dragon would listen from his Weyr. The lanky redhead raced down the steps from his weyr to join the growing crowd in the Weyr Bowl.
OOC: Post from Christae to follow
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Post by Spirithawk on May 17, 2010 23:49:17 GMT -5
Christae took a deep breath. This probably wasn't going to go over well, but it was necessary. She could see no other way short of merging Dark Moon with another weyr, and she didn't think that would go over well.
"People of Dark Moon, your attention please." It was more for formality's sake that she said it. The gathering was the quietest she'd ever seen the Weyr. Most of the time she had to get Kaith to bellow or something to get the attention of her people. This time, it was more to let them know that she was starting. Good. They realized that it was something serious. It would be less that she had to impress upon them.
"There is no easy way to say it. Dark Moon is in grave danger. Thread falls in 3 months. Maybe more, maybe less."
She paused and let that sink in as Kaith broadcasted the information to any dragon that was not in hearing range of her rider. Some knew, most suspected already, but had anyone imagined such a short amount of time? She didn't know.
"We must act quickly if we are to save ourselves, and the holds that tithe to us from utter annihilation. Thread destroys everything that is not stone, water, or fire. It can strip a man or beast of flesh in mere seconds. That's where our dragons come in. Dragons can chew firestone and sear thread out of the sky."
Kaith let out a trupet. Dragon's must fly when Thread is in the sky.
Christae waited again.
"But you know this. Just as you can see that we are undermanned. Our current riders barely make two wings. We need more to be able to fight Thread adequately. So my words to you are these:
We have two options. We can go crawling back to the North or to Southern Weyr and ask to be joined with another Weyr. Our riders will be scattered and we will have to leave our home. The holds that tithe to us may be reassigned to another Weyr. They may not be. We don't know because not all of the Weyrs believe Thread is returning."
She took the cup of klah from Uslanee with a smile. "Thank you Uslanee." She said softly and took a sip while she waited for the import of what she had just said to sink in. It probably wouldn't be something that went down easily.
"Those of you who wish to transfer after I have finished speaking, see Weyrleader R'khol after the meeting. Our other option is this. We would be closer to being fully manned if our current Weyrlings were old enough to fly and flame. As it stands, we have 3 sets of Weyrlings at roughly the ages of 4 months, 2 months, and 1 sevenday."
"Brownrider T'ren has discovered that dragons can jump between times as well as places. I propose to carefully send our weyrlings back in time, to a place and time where no one has discovered the Southern Continent, and let them grow and train. When we bring them back in time, they will be fully grown and able to fight Thread."
"We also plan, if this is agreeable to the riders and dragons, to send one of the twin Queens back in time to grow and mature. When she returns, she will have reached sexual maturity and will be able to help Kaith repopulate the Weyr. Her sister will remain here to be trained in the normal way so that we can stagger the clutches of our 3 Queens."
"All due care will be taken so that we do not lose any of our dragons or riders. Personnel will be sent with them, as will some basic supplies that they cannot gather on their own." She glanced at Uslanee. She hadn't answered the woman's question because this was her answer. The Weyrwoman took another sip of klah and moved closer to where R'khol was. His support meant more to her than he knew.
"I will give you a few minutes to think of these alternatives and then I want to see a show of hands to tell me what you wish for us to do. I will also take questions in an orderly fashion."
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Post by Marnark’tranarprol on May 20, 2010 21:19:01 GMT -5
R'anl edged over toward where Christae had moved, with a question of his own. "You mentioned a place as of yet undiscovered. Do we yet know where this is, or are we going to have to hunt for it?" He asked. "If needed, Geth can fly far and long. We can find a suitable spot." Until the actual leaving date, there wasn't much else to do, really. R'anl was more than ready to do whatever it took, whenever he could step up to the plate. He wasn't here to be a slacker, or to hide behind someone else's skirts.
Ragule harrumphed, and cleared his throat. Between times? Time? Hrm! Between time. It was a concept he was having a distinct difficulty wrapping his mind around. Maybe it was because his mind was already full, or maybe this was just a concept for the young. He had to wonder how that was going to work. Send them to another time! And what, have them grow up earlier? Mesh with the current time? Then why weren't they here already? He couldn't figure it out, not really. It certainly wasn't his niche. He'd have to ask someone cleverer in such things, whenever there was time for them to answer his questions. Torc appeared near his shoulder, and settled there. Ragule absently reached up to scrub on the flitter's eyeridges tenderly, watching as the hubbub erupted around him at the conclusion of the announcement.
It was unprecedented.
What does that mean? Reloth asked.
"I don't know. But I think we're going to find out. Either way."
We are? Why is that?
"Because we're the youngest set of Weyrlings, I think, and two of your sisters are two of the three Queens just mentioned. At least ... I think they are." H'nam answered. He didn't really understand, but it was scary. Was it scary because of what it was? That he had no control over it, no say in his destiny? Or was it scary because it was unknown? No, couldn't be that. The unknown never scared him before. Why now? But ... this deal of people making decisions about him for him ... that didn't sit right at all.
But thread... he'd heard the harper tales about thread. Now that was scary. And it looked like he was going to get to see the stuff firsthand. That was scary too!
So we should be scared? Is that the plan then? Reloth asked.
"No. We must never be scared." H'nam answered. He could hear the man inside him. He was screaming like a little girl.
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Post by Kino on May 21, 2010 8:21:05 GMT -5
[I'm only gonna post with one of my characters right now, because if I post as all four they're going to be kind of...cruddy posts. I hope that's not a problem xD; Just assume that the others are reacting as well. Posting with four characters when none of them are actively interacting with someone can just get more taxing than fun. ^^; ]
K'ris had been living at Dark Moon for a good few months by now, and he'd heard snippets of talk about the possibility of thread coming in time. Before he'd been searched and brought to the Weyr he hadn't heard much talk about it at all, but in the time he'd lived there it seemed to be an ever present though hanging over the Weyr. He'd noticed it more in the months after he'd impressed to his Queroth. K'ris listened quietly while Christae opened her speech to them, hearing the words echo from his ears to his mind as Kaith repeated the words for the dragons to hear. Qeuroth listened quietly as well, picking up from his rider and Kaith's voice the seriousness that the current situation held.
When Christae gave the first option for them to survive the coming thread, K'ris felt his stomach drop a bit. The idea of the Weyr disbanding was not a good one for him. Since bonding with Queroth, he'd just recently started to get used to living in one place and having one home; he didn't want to leave now. So he perked up a bit when she brought up another option, and as he listened to her explanation of what they'd discovered his eyes widened a bit. They were to go back in time? Could they really do that?
Kaith and Hers say we can, Qeuroth replied to his bonded's thoughts, looking at the blond as he spoke. If we can, will that help?
K'ris looked at Qeuroth. It would, he said. I just didn't realize it was even possible... The youth looked back to where Christae and Kaith were at the front of the group.
I think it would help, too. I think it is a good idea. Qeuroth tilted his head at his rider after listening to the last comment from Christae and Kaith. When they ask, will you show them your hand?
Yeah, K'ris nodded. If it'll keep the Weyr safe, and keep it together, I'm completely on board.
[There. One good post instead of four cruddy ones xD My characters are all on-board with it anyway.]
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Post by Drgnwlf71 on May 27, 2010 12:01:37 GMT -5
ooc: hope this is a LOT better...the length is tremendously better. I think i got K'halt's blue acting appropriately this time.
IC:
Diragyth was sunning herself on her ledge in their weyr. Sh'vian was laying against her left side, in a seating position with her legs laid out, her hands up on the back of her head relaxing when she stirred by lifting her head upward, neck following. The Green snuffed a breath of air out out her nostrils to get Sh'vian's attention. Sh'vian opened one eye.
What is it, love? Trouble? Sh'vian asked.
The Great Gold Kaith summons us.
What does She want? she asked.
I'm not sure. She commands everyone to be there.
Hmm..well we had better go and find out, then.If the Queen is there, you better believe the Weyrwoman would be there as well. Whatever it is, it can't be good. she sighed, grimly.
Sh'vian mounted on Diragyth straight away. Without word, Diragyth shoved off her ledge with her hind legs and made a glide over to Queen Kaith and landed. Fear started to spread through her veins. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what the Great Queen Kaith wanted. Diragyth sensed her fear and crooned to her to try to subside her rider's fear. She approached the Weyrwoman and sighed again as she had a very bad feeling about this.
"Green Diragyth and Greenrider Sh'vian reporting for duty, Weyrwoman Christae. What is it that you need?"
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Mother commands us to the Bowl, Mine. She sounded urgent. Come, we must go!
Falienhth was laying in the cool of the lake with His. The water felt good to the little blue's hide from the sun beating down after a hard day of lessons on him. K'hlat felt the urgency as well. Their commanding officer just told everyone to be at the Bowl. Being a soldier, he had to comply. Falienhth was already walking toward the Bowl with K'halt close behind.
"I wonder what it is that the Queen and Hers wish to talk to us about." the 13 Turn old was thought of a man and looked on with respect, He had suffered the loss of a brother and an survived a Renegade attack with minor scratches. And poor Kegin! He hadn't had a chance to see his friend because of his lessons and he had promised himself that he would make time after this.
I do not know, Mine. I have a sense of urgency that I don't understand it. All i know is we -must- be there.
As K'hlat caught up with his shy little blue, Fal saw how many people had shown up and an uneasy feeling washed over the Blue but he knew he had to show up. He got low to the ground and tried to make himself invisible. K'hlat smiled and chuckled a little. He knelt down to his little one.
"I am here, my friend and will always will be. Do not fear the crowds, they are our friends. Friends will not harm you." He smiled gently. "Besides, I will protect you always because I love you. Now, come. The Queen beckons us. You will be with me for life. I am not going anywhere for a long, long time. We will share a lot together, our fears, our sadness, our, happy times and bad times" He touched his ridges. "Come on, now. You must be there too. I'll be there with you." he patted his back as Fal rose up slowly. "That's right. Come on." he was trying to coax the little dragon blue to the crowd and not feel intimidated by the large Bronzes and by the others.
But, there all SO big, and well....intimidating..i don't like it. Fal drew back a little and hid his face. K'hlat chuckled softly. "Come on, little one. We are going to miss what your mother will say. I am a little curious as to what our Queen will say." He saw Kaith. "We're sooooooo close, Fal!" he sighed and was getting frustrated. "Look, Falienhth, either you coming willingly or I'm going to have to -carry- you over there! Either way, you -are- going!" Falienhth glared at K'halt and finally he started to move, one foot after the other. Slowly. "Come on, love....you're moving too slow! Ah, Shard it! I'm going to carry you!!" K'hlat grabbed his waist from behind and making Falienhth growl in protest. "You are going to learn weather or not you are intimidated by anyone when i am with you, i am going to -protect- you from -anything-! Do you understand me? ANYTHING!! I love you, my Falien and i will do -anything- to keep you safe! You come first, YOU and me, not them or not anyone else --YOU are the most important thing in my life and i will prove that over and over to you. YOU are very special to me." he was talking while walking with him until he approached the bunch. "Now I am going to set you down." he set him down and the little blue ran away his shyness was so great.
"FALIENHTH!!!!" he grabbed his tail. "Stay with me! Please!" the blue wriggled his tail free from his grasp, making him fall to the ground. K'halt saw his blue behind the nearest tree. The Blue Weyrling pounded his fist on the ground. "Blast it all!" he sighgrowled at the situation. This wasn't the only time either. The shy blue peaked around the trunk of the tree and popped his head back and put his for claws on top of his eyes.
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Post by Akki on Jun 1, 2010 22:11:27 GMT -5
Dragon’s must fly when Thread is in the sky
There was no doubt about that – one couldn’t even argue about it because deep down, everyone knew it was the truth. A dragon’s duty, along with their rider, was to protect those around them; how could they turn their back on that?
It was a lot of information to sink in at once, Akki closed her eyes as the gears in her head churned, trying to process everything. There was a silence as everyone took a few minutes to comprehend what was said. Akki slowly opened her eyes and shot a questioning glance at V’ian, who in turn slowly nodded – he would be staying at Dark Moon, transferring wasn’t an option. Sure, Christae might have said to put up your hand but Akki was never exactly good at following ‘orders’.
The bluerider hooked her hands behind her head and said, rather loudly, “I have no intentions of crawling back to anyone. Isn’t it about time we show those other Weyrs just exactly how well we can rock it on our own?” She moved one hand, tucking some blonde hair behind her ear. “I know I’m not a weyrling, I have the chance of not being sent back. But I’ll volunteer to be one of them personnel people”
She paused,
“If you, you know, you guys trust me enough to go back in time with a bunch of kids and younger dragons. How much trouble could I cause?” |
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Post by Dragon on Jun 2, 2010 21:26:11 GMT -5
G'han gave a simple nod in response to Christae's response to him. G'han had, infact, misunderstood the weyrwoman. Infact he even misunderstood, if only slightly, the time they had left before threadfall. He was certain that they had a little more time than what Christae was about to announce.
He listened silently to Christae without further word or comment, letting everything she said sink in. Threadfall in roughly three months. G'han could hardly believe it. Threadfall was practically on their back porch knocking. He didn't raise his hand right away when Christae asked for a call of hands. He wanted to think things over.
To be honest, transferring wasn't the worst idea. Afterall, it's not like he hadn't done that before. Right? Though G'han had to admit, he was a different person then. Now there was a different G'han and this one would stand by his weyr, even if they were undermanned. As a wingleader, G'han understood the severity of their low numbers. As a wingleader, G'han couldn't leave the weyr in it's most desperate time.
When there was a brief moment of silence, G'han raised his hand and addressed the Weyrleaders. "I stand with this plan. I won't be abandoning my home", he spoke a bit seriously than G'han ever allowed. Probably a big shocker, honestly.
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Post by catilena1890 on Jun 3, 2010 12:17:14 GMT -5
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Relina was slightly startled by the news of the dragons being able to go between times, and was made even more uncomfortable by the message that she was going back, possibly without Faine. She weighed the possibility of transferring in her mind, but she shook the thought away.
No. Not to this weyr. She thought as she stood up, her hand on her dragon and her flitts flying around her.
"You will not get rid of me and Soranith that easily, weyrwoman. We will not abandon Dark Moon, not after everything it has done for us. This has been, and always will be, our true home, and we give everything to protect it, even if it means leaving behind those we feel close to for a short amount of time." She said, glancing around for Faine and Colvarinth. Not finding them she turned her attention back to Christae and Kaith.
"We agree with your plan and we shall follow it through." She said, leaning against her dragon again. Soranith bugled her agreement with Relina and her eyes whirled in excitement, fueled by her rider's determination.
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Catilena and D'lan had made it just in time to hear Christae's announcement and her heart drooped a little.
Oh, that means D'lan and Relina will have to leave, but that's not fair! She mentally cried to Mosaic. The little brown flit piped in distress and tried his best to comfort his mistress, not understanding why she was sad. The flit's thoughts flashed in Catilena's mind, whirling in confusion and a strange sadness. She reached up and he landed on her arm, butting his head into her neck in an attempt to comfort her. It seemed like she had just got here and made friends and now they were all leaving her.
Unless She wondered, a strange thought dancing in her mind. She raised her free arm up and bespoke Christae.
"Will the candidates go between as well?" She asked, her hopes raised at the possibility that she might not have to leave her friends after all!
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As Catilena asked her question, D'lan turned to Lenoth, unsure of what to do.
Going between times? I had never heard of such a thing, but it must be true if the Weyrleaders say it is. But Lenoth, can we do it? D'lan asked his dragon. The little brown turned his eyes toward his rider.
I don't see why not.[/i] He responded. D'lan nodded and turned to Christae.
"Lenoth and I are in Weyrwoman. Tell us where to go and we shall go." He said with more certainty than he felt.
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When Taweren arrived, he saw many people heading toward what he figured was the bowl.
"Hmm, I wonder what all the commotion is about. Shall we go see, Swift?" He asked the feline perched on his shoulder. Without a sound, the black animal jumped off of his shoulder and led the way to the bowl, showing rather than saying his answer. Taweren chuckled and followed the small creature toward the bowl.
Upon reaching it, he saw dragons all around, some bearing strange colors he had never seen in a dragon. He listened with astonishment at the person who could only be the Weyrwoman as she spoke of dragons going back in time.
He thought her plan risky and strange, sending 3 generations of weyrlings back to train for Thread, but some were unfazed by the mission and accepted it with grace. One young woman who bared blonde hair asked if candidates were going as well and he waited expectantly for the weyrwoman's answer, Swift climbing to his usual spot on Taweren's shoulder.
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Post by Akki on Jun 3, 2010 19:20:00 GMT -5
Colvarinth wasn’t filled with curiosity like the others when she arrived with her rider at the Bowl. Instead she was feeling annoying. The bronzes were called first but not the other Queens
Admin's Note: [/hr][/color][/i] She snorted, clearly disapproving the fact that she wasn’t among the first to know what was going on. She might have been just a hatchling, but in her mind she was all Queen. It was probably always going to be like that too. Faine lightly tapped the dragon on the nose and reminded her to ‘Hush’ as politely as she could before turning her attention to Christae’s words. Thread. No one had seen it but everyone knew about it – they had all heard the tales of horror that were passed down. It was going to come back, the Weyrwoman clarified that, what were the choices? Faine nervously bit the inside of her cheek, staring at Colvarinth. One of the twin Queens would be sent, the other would stay. Would Faine be sent in time with her dragon, or would the pair stay back? Colvarinth tossed her head slightly with a snort. I'm not abandoning my Weyr. If we get sent in time, fine. If we don't then that just means that I get to be younger for longer. The gold was clearly a feisty one, no Thread was going to make her budge from Dark Moon. Ha! What a ridiculous thought. Faine hid a smile, her eyes twinkling slightly as she stared at Colvarinth. It seemed the gold had made her decision, who was Faine to disagree? “Riders stand by their Weyr, no matter what.” She laughed softly, letting her hand rest on the dragon’s head.[/center] |
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Post by Dragon on Jun 5, 2010 14:21:11 GMT -5
(I'll just assume Kira is back to her regular self after all this time.)
It was weird to see such contrasts by each other. The socialite and overly flirty Kira alongside the dark, brooding, and antisocial D'car. It was quite an odd site. But the two just so happened to be walking to the same place at the same time. They didn't even seem to notice each other. Kira found her spot to stand as close as she could to the Weyrwoman so she could hear the news.
D'car, on the other hand, preferred being in the back away from as many people as possible while still being able to hear. When they heard the news, it was quite a shocker. They would be going back in time to train? D'car thought it was an interesting strategy, to be honest. It certainly allowed the weyr to get the things done that they wanted to in a most unorthodox method.
Kira, however, was quite nervous about the plan. She would be going back in time? What if something happened? What if something went wrong? Kira pushed such doubt and worry to the back of her mind as she listened. Even though she was nervous, a transfer was out of the question. The same could be said about D'car. He wouldn't leave. It's not that he really cared about these people, but it was either that or have to go to a much larger weyr and have to deal with a whole bunch of people he didn't even know. Out of the question.
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K'dan had made his way into the crowd of people and had listened to much of what the weyrleaders had to say. He had to agree with this plan. He wasn't going to leave this weyr again so soon. He'd stick by it and fight, even if they would be undermanned. There was no telling how this plan would turn out, but it was worth a shot and K'dan would help in any way he could.
(Okay, so K'dan's there but I didn't know what more to do with him. Maybe some more next post.)
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