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There was silence for a moment, and then uproar as dragons and riders alike began to register the enormity of what T'narus had just said. Sukura exchanged pained looks with T'narus as questions and lashed out at them in shock and anger. They could see thoughts becoming ideas, and ideas becoming plans, and Sukura knew that if they did not act soon, riders would be betweening back to the Northern Continent.

QUIET!

Romertih shouted in everyone's minds. Her voice had never been raised to up to this point. And for once, they all heard her at her full potential... and it was powerful.

desist this at once, and do as you are ordered! All will be explained when we are on firm ground

Sukura fretted the entire way down to the grassy cliff-top. What if it had been wrong to just tear these riders away from their lives and their families? Should they have given them a warning? Would it be alright for others to visit them here? No... they couldn't... the Southern Weyr's location could not be compramised! But what if the riders decided it wasn't worth it and defected? What would they do?

You must convince them that this is the best choice

How?

Is it?

Yes

Why? Answer that, and if you believe, they will know that it is true and obey you.

Sukura took a deep breath and slid down her golden queen's leg. She patted Romerith, silently thanking her for her encouragement and advice.

She could see the beginings of the weyr being built closer to the cliff. It was no where near completion, but the basics were there, and now that her riders were all here, the miners would have help, and under the miners careful eye, Sukura was sure that the weyr would make good progress.

Most of the dragons had landed, including B'len. He walked over and stood behind her, glaring down the furious riders. He was in his blackest mood yet, and there was not a rider present who could match his gaze. They would listen alright, and they would accept it. If he could, then they could. That was what his look told them.

"Well?" Sukura asked T'narus quietly. "You or me?"

Sukura took a deep breath and noddded at what T'narus said. It made sense, and she took courage from his smile and his seemingly calm exterior. She wasn't sure if she looked calm or not, but she certainly didn't feel it!

B'len scowled as J'mis stepped up behind his sister, but the scowl fit right in with the rest of his countanence, making his glare even feircer than before.

Sukura turned toward the group faceing her. There were looks of anger, confusion, and sadness mixed in. Some held trust, and she took heart from those.

"Well," she began. "I know that this might be difficult to understand, but I hope that you will try. I would never ask anything this life changing from you, unless it was imperative to the survival of dragon kind."

"Many of you have known riders and dragons that have been lost or injured in the Guild attacks." There was a scattered muttering at this remark. "As have I. It is a very dangerous position we are in At Dark Skies, where every person of Pern knows where we are, and how to get to us. Infiltrating our ranks has been shown to be an easy task for the guild, time and time again, and as few as our numbers are now, we cannot afford to stand by and do nothing."

"And so after the first attack of last year, a committee was gathered to decide what should be done. Every one of us being here today is a result of what was decided after months of careful consideration. I will not say that it was a uninamous decision, nor an easy one. Everything that you are thinking, and you would like to say has been said and thought by one of us on that committee."

"But this is the only way. The Guild will never know of our weyr's exhistance, and we will prosper, and train, and protect what pern we can. In this way we will ensure the survival of Dragon kind, Riders, and Pernese."

She paused to let everything she had said sink in.

"Now, just over there are the beginings of our weyr. It has been worked on by a dedicated crew of miners, found and recruited by our dearly loved and departed Cerda. I had hoped that it would be finished when we arrived, but the thread was an unexpected deadline. And so we will strive to help them in the best way that we can. We will also begin working on our fields of food, shepharding the wildwearbeasts."

"Among you are many capable riders with backgrounds in these fields, chosen specifically for these tasks, others were chosen for others, such as weaving and fishing."

"These are all important jobs because we will be on our own here. We will not be supplied like Dark Skies, because no one will know we exhist. To everyone back home, we are dead, having died bravely in the fight against pernese and thread."

"As T'narus has said, B'len and he will be happy to collect whatever you would like from your rooms at Dark Skies and bring them here. It might take a while to get it together, so I ask you to have patience and grace. In the meantime before they return, you should make a list of what you need so that they can bring it to you in all haste."

"I want you all to know now something very important. I have chosen to bring J'mis along to this weyr for many reasons. I believe he has shown remarkable bravery and courage and loyalty in the last few hours."

There was a shout of agreement from one of the riders in the crowd. Sukura smiled, knowing it to be one she had sent to help J'mis. Others frowned and shook their heads.

"But I expect you to all treat him not only as a comrade, but with respect. He is, and will be my advisor in this new weyr. And he will head all the work in the farming." She turned a little to look at him and nodded stepping sideways so that he was seen fully to stand beside her.

"I know many of you will not agree with this decision, or some of the others that I have made, but this is for the greater good of pern. And I expect every one of you to do your duty and accept the fate that has been so untimely thrust upon you."

Sukura exhaled and ducked her head. She had said everything she could think to say, and now she had only to wait and see what was asked in reply.

B'len laid a hand on her shoulder and squeeze it softly, his look turning sad as he switched his gaze away from the crowd and on to her.

He knew the plan by heart, and he had already resolved to follow through with it. So now, he had to.

"Sukura..."

She glanced up at him and knew what he wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to say it. It was time for he and T'narus to leave. They could not be gone long, or suspicion would arise.

Sukura looked around B'len and met T'narus' eyes. "Its time." She said, then she looked back at her brother. "It'll be ok," she whispered. "You'll see me again."

"Not soon enough," he growled, wrapped her in a crushing hug and then turned abruptly pushing past Jamis roughly to reach Sapath. He would never forgive the man for being able to stay with his sister, when he could not... just one more thing he would never forgive Jamis of.


(sorry, I have been soo busy... hope you can do something with this)

B'len And Sapath blinked between without waiting for T'narus. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew that he was being severely disrespectful, but he couldn't control his emotions enough to really even care. Throw him in the stockades for all he gave a sharding egg shell, but he had to go. He wanted to stay on the Southern continent, but he had to go, and so the sooner the better before he let slip something he shouldn't.

T'narus could be as optamistic about this as he wanted, but for B'len... He'd already lost his whole family once, he'd lost Sukura once.... This was like loosing her again, something he'd sworn he would never do. And it hurt, far more than it should, she was still alive and safe, but it hurt. It hurt like his chest had been cracked open and his heart torn into peices, but left connected to him, beating painfully inside him.

B'len did not want to return. He couldn't bring himself to go back to the weyr, empty now of his joy, but Sapath was tired. And Sapath had a mind of his own. He was wounded, tired, and wanted a rest, and so to the weyr he went, landing in the weyrbowl.

The Bowl was more organized now, there were less people running around, riders had been sent to the infirmary, and many dragons had been tended to.

B'len sat, exaughsted, mentally and physically, on top of Sapath. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, and his eyes looked toward the sky with unshed tears. He didn't want to do this anymore. He'd never asked for this, he didn't want to deal with it. He didn't want to be here, here where he had let down so many of his weyrlings. Here where he would have to face thier deaths, here where there was no one to comfort him. Didn't they know that he was still young? Didn't they know how much they had put onto his shoulders?

A drudge approached Sapath equiped with salve and bandages. "Are you alright?" The drudge called up to B'len. B'len didn't answer, he didn't want to talk to anyone. The drudge asked again, no answer.

Sapath snaked his head around to the drudges level. Leave him, he won't answer you. He is not critically injured, he will seek out help when the pain gets to him. You can however, tend to me!

The Drudge stood shocked for a moment, but many dragons had spoken for their riders in the past few hours, when their riders were unable, and so it was not so startling as it could have been.


(Sorry it took so long, I haven't figure out yet how to get B'len to the infirmary)