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Posts: 926

(06/29/08 22:29:51)

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T'narus, rider of Bronze Krenolictolith
Wingleader

J'mis, rider of Brown Jarith
Wingrider

EX-Guild Lord

K'ian, Rider of
Green Rheath
Weyrling

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T'Narus had moved the tables out of the way, making sure they'd have room for everyone. He already had the drudges making k'lah for everyone.. they'd need something when they heard the news. He left one there to stand on, so everyone could see.. he was pretty tall anyway, so that certainly helped as well.

He stood on the table as people started to enter. He took a few deep breaths.. he had to make this seem real.. well, if he announced the real news first, perhaps the later news would seem more real..? Yes.. yes that was it.

He waited until most were there before speaking. "Everyone. I have a few announcements today.. We've lost.. several of our riders and recently graduated Weyrlings, as well as their dragons. We took a hard hit today.. but I would also like to say that we did an amazing job of protecting the holds and halls. We did everything we could have to prevent further damage to those buildings..." He explained a bit more in detail, relaying the extent of damage to each building.

And then got to the big news.. "There is... a major loss to our ranks... The riders accompanying myself and B'Len have fallen. He and I made it back, but we fear that my brother Jamis, Weyrwoman Sukura, and the others were not recovered.. We're.. extremely saddened by this and we .." he stopped to compose himself.. "we will remember them. They all fought bravely.. to the end.. But now, we shall fight in their honor. We must recover our numbers. From this moment on, all riders will be required to take lessons again. There will be drills for riders and for dragons alike. We must become more efficient and each of us must be trained to help. If you can not fly, you will help heal or you will provide another vital service. These services will be assigned to you upon medical examination to assess your physical well-being. We will have guard duty running constantly throughout the day, every day. Everyone will have a turn. For now, I will be on watch duty with some of the drudges. Relax and be well. We have k'lah prepared.. but be prepared to ride at a moment's notice. I'll have the healers in to check everyone. Please remain on the left side of the room if you have not been evaluated yet. If you have, remain on the right side or feel free to return to your rooms. That is all for now. Drills and lessons will begin tomorrow."

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(07/12/08 21:03:36)

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Sukura, rider of Gold Romerith
Weyrwoman Queen

B'len, rider of Blue Sapath
Weyrling Master

Blen stood in the not-as-crowded-as-it-could-have-been hall, K'ian beside him like a lost puppy, waiting for T'narus to tell the news. He started, as B'len thought he might with the lesser of the two topics on the table. The riders took it in stoicly. B'len did give them that, though those with family in some of the destroyed areas went into their own kind of shock. But B'len tried not to pay too much attention, noting that someone was going to have to right a list of the riders who were lost. They had yet to do that.
Then T'narus reached the real reason for the meeting. He steeled himself for the reaction in the hall.

It was silence.

Then a slight murmer, a shuffling of feet as people began to move around. Then a voice from the crowd.

"Gone? What do you mean Gone?!" B'len located the figure standing still near the front. Z'dyn, one of his old students, Sukura's clutch.
"He means gone, Z'dyn." B'len answered tonelessly. "Not coming back, dead."
"But Sukura...? I mean... she's a queen! She's a weyrlady!"
"She's Dead." B'len cut short.
"She's your sister! Shouldn't you be out looking for her?" Z'dyn turned toward T'narus, and B'len began to make his way toward his old weyrling. "And you, Jamis was your brother!"
"They're dead, Z'dyn!" B'len snarled. "What do you want from us? To bring them back to life? Don't you think we would have already done that if we could?!"
The hall was frozen now, as the scene played out before them.
"But you had niegh on a whole wing with you! And what? Only two of you escaped?!"
B'len stopped in front of Z'dyn, "and we have the scars to prove it. Do you think this is easy for us, Z'dyn? Do you think this is what we wanted? We can only tell you what happened, we can't change the past. Now pick a side Z'dyn, like you were ordered, or I'm gonna have to make you a weyrling again till you learn how to take orders."

(sorry took so long, hopefully this'll spice things up.)

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Flower petals forever fall,
Whispering voices in the night,
Walk away from this magical sight.

Kou Hurst Leifou

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Posts: 927

(07/16/08 05:15:00)

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T'narus, rider of Bronze Krenolictolith
Wingleader

J'mis, rider of Brown Jarith
Wingrider

EX-Guild Lord

K'ian, Rider of
Green Rheath
Weyrling

At the news of the halls being destroyed, K'ian fell silent, mouth agape.. his mother.. his life line.. she was supposed to visit soon.. but.. she.. she was in the building. She couldn't have gotten out.. she would've been trying to get everyone else out. She was a strong woman, the kind that could never let someone die if there was a way. She was dead. He knew it... After a few moments, he started shaking, small, airy gasps between every 4-5 breaths. He was trying to grasp the very idea of being an orphan.. of being alone. The only thing keeping him going lately was the promise of his mother's visit. And now he had nothing.

T'Narus watched the exchange between B'Len and Z'Dyn... His eyes teared up... question his love for his brother? That he'd do anything he could to save him?

"Why do you think we were gone so long!? Do you think we had a fucking picnic, Z'Dyn!?" he fumed, not taking any of this. "We did what we could and as members of the Weyr we could NOT abandon you to the same fate, so we returned as soon as we could allow ourselves to accept what had happened! Thread isn't always so spread out.. we were hit with an extremely concentrated patch and only two of us were able to escape alive. Our formation had unknowingly put the others into the center of it.." He lied through his teeth in pure anger, but ended up with a pretty good story.. "There was no way they could've survived... We watched it with our own eyes.." He looked down. "You're all dismissed. I'll give further orders later.."

K'ian... hadn't heard a word of the fight... he hadn't heard a SOUND. He'd fallen to his knees and begun crying. There was nothing else he could've done.. he just wasn't that strong right now.

bears2002

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(08/22/08 18:16:37)

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Sukura, rider of Gold Romerith
Weyrwoman Queen

B'len, rider of Blue Sapath
Weyrling Master

B'len stood in anger at T'narus' explosion. Certainly Z'dyn was out of line, but so too was t'narus. B'lens fury threatened to boil over throughout the exchange. He was angry, angry about many things, but not the least about T'narus reaction. He felt betrayed. Had not T'narus lectured B'len about this very thing not hours earlier? Who was T'narus that he should be above his own advice. Was B'len, a mere blue rider, to be held to a higher standered than the weyrleader.

B'len turned his his face away. No, No, he couldn't be caught up in those thoughts. He couldn't let these emotions get to him. there was too much grief, and anger around him. It was playing with his mind. He needed to back up T'narus no matter what he felt, because he was one of the certain few who would. And right now, that was what was needed most in this testy time. He couldn't let others see him waver even a tiny bit.

As B'len's gaze droppe, he caught on the figure of K'ian, crumpled to the ground. Suddenly, B'lens mind replayed snippets of a conversation he had hardly listened to. Something about his mother. Then it hit him, and B'len knew. K'ian had lost everything. this B'len thought. I can use this. I can use K'ian. I can help him, and he can distract me.

B'len pushed his way through the crowd to K'ians side. He grabbed the boy and pulled him up from underneath his arms. "Stand" He said to K'ian. Use me, K'ian. He thought.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Flower petals forever fall,
Whispering voices in the night,
Walk away from this magical sight.

Kou Hurst Leifou

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Posts: 929

(08/23/08 16:48:15)

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T'narus, rider of Bronze Krenolictolith
Wingleader

J'mis, rider of Brown Jarith
Wingrider

EX-Guild Lord

K'ian, Rider of
Green Rheath
Weyrling

T'Narus took a seat and just sat there.. what was he doing? .. he had no idea how to run a Weyr and yet... he felt very strongly.. that he had to protect it and his position. He was the leader.. he had to control himself but.. he and B'Len had made the sacrifice and anyone questioning that would hardly be allowed to skate by.. now he had to just think of their next course of action... he stood suddenly and walked out, straight to the library to plan.

K'ian stood up wobbily, shaking. He was very close to hyperventilating. The giant tears dripping from his eyes blurred his vision, but he knew who was talking.. he looked up at the barely visible face of his idol and threw him arms around him, sobbing loudly. The boy held tight, hands gripping hard at the other's body for support, his legs starting to give out from under him. A soft, white fog started to cloud his vision and he knew he was going to pass out and for a second, he really wanted to.. he wanted to just not be there for a little while. "B-B.. Len!" he shouted, feet finally slipping out from under him. He couldn't stand it... not a bit! He couldn't stand being an orphan like this... not at his age! He was still a child, he couldn't just grow up like this! but... the one rational thought he could muster, was that.. B'Len had been orphaned... and now.. now he'd lost his sister. They were the same. They were both alone.. ".... c-can.. I sleep in your bed?" he asked quietly, between sobs. He didn't want to be all alone and while it may have sounded like an odd request, whenever he'd been scared at home, his mother had let him sleep in her bed.. and right now.. he needed someone to do that for him.

bears2002

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Posts: 1821

(09/19/08 14:56:26)

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Sukura, rider of Gold Romerith
Weyrwoman Queen

B'len, rider of Blue Sapath
Weyrling Master

B'len was very surpsied to see K'ian actually manage to stand. Of course he was in shock, so following orders just came naturally to his brain. That helped quite a bit... but then B'len hadn't actually said antying after "stand" and as soon as K'ian recognized him he through his arms around B'len and began to sob into his shirt. B'len winced a little as K'ian squeezed on some of this thread wounds. He still managed to grab the boy before his week knees landed him back on the floor though. He pulled the sobbing boy up and half held him there, half trying to ease his way out of the others grasp. God this was sooooooo embarrassing. When he had thought K'ian could use him, this wasn't what he meant....

"c-can.. I sleep in your bed?"

The words were hardly out of K'ians mouth before B'len's whiplash response wooshed out. "No! Absolutely not! You are not a child, and you will sleep in your own bed. I am not your mother, and I never will be." Ok, so that might have been a little harsher than it should have been, but it was out there now. And he really was appalled by the question! What if someone had heard that? He still was the boy's weyrlingmaster after all... boundries had to be set.

"Lets go," He said a little gentler to K'ian, and pryed the boy off of him, before grabbing him and half dragging him out of the room. He needed to get this weyrling in bed to sleep off some of the shock. That was probably the best thing for K'ian at the moment.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Flower petals forever fall,
Whispering voices in the night,
Walk away from this magical sight.

Kou Hurst Leifou

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Posts: 930

(10/01/08 01:35:24)

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T'narus, rider of Bronze Krenolictolith
Wingleader

J'mis, rider of Brown Jarith
Wingrider

EX-Guild Lord

K'ian, Rider of
Green Rheath
Weyrling

After they'd left the hall K'ian shifted and tore himself away from the other, just looking up at him. "....... if you don't want me... around.. d-don't pretend to care.. you've m-... made it c-clear. You're not here to take care of me.." he started down the hallway, just barely managing a straight line. He had to at least hold on until he got to his room. If B'len wasn't going to help him, he had to try and do this on his own. His mother wouldn't have wanted him to be so upset. She'd have wanted him to be strong, as he'd always been.. and while it would be difficult, he'd certainly try to hold his head up high.. he was alone now.. it was the best he could do for himself.. for now.

bears2002

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(10/05/08 20:01:42)

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Sukura, rider of Gold Romerith
Weyrwoman Queen

B'len, rider of Blue Sapath
Weyrling Master

B'len did not succeed in fighting the urge to roll his eyes. Gawd adolescences! They were so easily offended and hurt, and emotionally out of control. Why he got stuck teaching them.... And though K'ian certainly wasn't in his right mind, B'len wasn't sure how the boy could ever come to the conclusion that wether or not B'len wanted him or any of the other weyrlings around, he would be able to just walk away from them. It wasn't B'lens choice, and after today, he felt a little more bound to them than before. He owed them because he had failed with so many.

B'len pursed his lips and covered the distance between he and K'ian in three steps. "Don't be a fool." He said and grabbed the weyrling by the back of his tunic, straightening him up. Without waiting for and answer, B'len pushed K'ian forward, and began to walk the weyrling back to his room. K'ian wasn't shaking free of him this time. Not in his state, not with how tightly B'len had the back of his tunic.

"I said I wasn't your mother, and that you couldn't sleep with me. I did not say that I didn't care." He emphasized the statement with a little extra shove. " I believe I have made it very clear that I care about each of my weyrlings health and safety." he hesitated and then thought , what the hell and continued. "Not to mention that I have spent too much extra sweat, time, and headaches trying to keep you alive to not care about your wellbeing."

"Lastly, I am your weyrlingmaster, and it is my job and my duty to look after you. Whether I want to or not." He paused, "It just so happens, that I want to." With that B'len stopped in front of a door and shoved it open, perhaps a little harder than neccessary. It slammed against the inside wall with a loud crack. He pushed K'ian into the room he knew to be the weyrlings. "Now, get yourself into bed. You need your rest, you have mostly gone into shock which is why you are saying the most nonsensical things at the moment."

B'len reached into his boot and pulled out the charm K'ian had given him earlier that day. He held it out. "Here" he said, "I brought it back like I promised."

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Flower petals forever fall,
Whispering voices in the night,
Walk away from this magical sight.

Kou Hurst Leifou

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(10/11/08 02:10:48)

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T'narus, rider of Bronze Krenolictolith
Wingleader

J'mis, rider of Brown Jarith
Wingrider

EX-Guild Lord

K'ian, Rider of
Green Rheath
Weyrling

K'ian didn't have much say in being shoved roughly down the halls to his room. He was in no position to be fighting it. Another tiff on his part and he'd have fallen.. and B'Len would've just gotten annoyed. It was like a complete relapse! He'd been so warm to him and then suddenly it was like he didn't care! Even if he said he wanted to look after him and that he did care, K'ian just... couldn't believe him.. in his hour of need, B'Len was barking orders and telling him to grow up.. not even trying to be supportive.

Upon reaching his room he looked down, taking an extra step in from where he'd been shoved. B'Len... sounded angry.. slamming the door OPEN sounded angry.. and even as he handed over the charm... he sounded... annoyed..

K'ian looked over, watching the little charm.. it looked like hell.. it had when he'd lent it to his mentor. Hesitantly, he reached out and took it, holding it in his hands. He watched it quietly for a few minutes. ".... good night.." He walked over to his bed and laid down, taking a long, deep sigh. If he was going to survive this place, he was going to have to toughen up.. There was no one here to baby him. He made a resolution, right there, to do just that. He'd toughen up and stop being so childish. There was no room for pleasure in this world anymore. He was becoming an adult. He had to start acting like it, acting like B'Len. If he did that, nothing could hurt him anymore.

bears2002

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(11/25/08 14:47:17)

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Sukura, rider of Gold Romerith
Weyrwoman Queen

B'len, rider of Blue Sapath
Weyrling Master

B'len stood still as K'ian took the charm. He stared at for a few minutes and then quietly laid down and bid B'len good night. B'len sighed and realized he'd been holding his breath for the last minute or two. Thank God K'ian wasn't going to do anything stupi or crazy. Obviously the kid wasn't in his right mind at the moment, grief did that to a person, but that didn't mean that B'len wanted to have to handle it if K'ian exploded on him.

B'len headed for the door, and then wavered with his hand resting on the edge. K'ian had just lost his mom after all... shouldn't he say something? Could he say anything? What could he do that could possibly make this any better or easier for K'ian? Nothing. B'len knew what K'ian was going through, and there was nothing he could do to make it better. the kid's mom was dead.

"I'm sorry K'ian," he finally said. "I'm sorry about your mom, but there's nothing I can do to make this any better or easier. Somehow you're going to have to get through this. But whatever you do, I'm not going to let you do something crazy. If you run away, I'll bring you back. If you start hurting others, I'll whip you back into shape. If you try to hurt yourself, I'll freaking hold you down till you see sense."

With that B'len walked out of the room and shut the door. He through back his head and took a deep breath. Now what? He was the weyrling master. What should he do now? All he wanted to do was sleep, but no, he had duties... what now?

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Flower petals forever fall,
Whispering voices in the night,
Walk away from this magical sight.

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