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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 6:14 pm
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And with that, hatching was over. All the eggs with the exception of the Layered Egg had hatched. Iskosian had watched silently as the girl who had introduced herself as Vee several sevendays ago pushed forward with Malsalth's approval to get the last egg to hatch. Indeed, it seemed to explode and the green inside all but leapt into her arms. He was happy for her.
That brief moment of completion, of knowing you were never going to be alone again... That finding the final missing piece of the wood bock puzzle. Iskosian looked down at Deldowth, his own little gray cloud, and gave a smile. It was okay. Clouds were needed to bring rain and rain was needed for crops. The newly Impressed brown rider sat down at the tables next to his dragon, his eyes looking at the joy but worry that was on nearly every face there. No gold and Malsalth... Malsalth.
No gold. No future. Is that right, Isko? Deldowth poked his way into the teen's thoughts. The brown sighed and moved closer to his rider. Setting his baby dragon head across his rider's lap, Deldowth continued. Unless greens start laying eggs, there will be no others. How sad.
Not speaking out loud, Iskosian replied to his brown beast. It is sad. But I am sure someone will find a solution. Pern, her dragon riders, always find a way to survive. And I promise, we will be together through all of it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 1:49 pm
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...Well you couldn't argue with results, could you?
D'lana looked down on the small group of newly Impressed riders as Masalth let out her greeting call, it hummed through her bones and through her heart as Liarth took it up with his own throat, and as little Sweetheart around her shoulders joined in too. This was it, the final clutch, but it couldn't be the final clutch, there was a Pass to prepare for which meant either they would have to somehow bring a southern gold north - scarcely an option - or they would have to sail into uncharted waters. There was an idea in the back of her mind, a flicker of hope so small she barely dared look at it lest her attention snuff it out....
For now however she put that aside and turned to look again at Masalth.
Oh, Masalth.
Tall, proud Masalth welcoming her children.
Grey, thin Masalth not long for this world.
Young Masalth, and her rider so young, and the unfairness of this plague - what it had taken from everyone - made her heart ache but there was nothing she could do for them or for the other sickened dragons.
There had been nothing she could do for Asoth or her brother either.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 2:12 pm
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we would like to talk to D’lana. As soon as possible> V’ko said absently, pulling the back of her hand across her eyes. She wasn’t crying - that was absolutely out of the question - but she couldn’t deny she felt more then a little emotional.
Was this, truly, the last clutch this Weyr - any northern Weyr - would see in her lifetime? She couldn’t believe it. She wouldn’t allow it. She’d seen enough of her riders (hers! they had been hers to protect and nurture and she’d let them down) die, she didn’t intend this to be the only problem she’d ever encountered that she couldn’t bully or charm into submission. Maybe she couldn’t save them, but she could make their deaths be worth something, not be some roll of the dice that none of them could control.
Felaroth acknowledged it, his own depth of feeling spilling out into the music he brought to the hum. Malsalth was brave, and her children were strong, and this was a victory. They would make it a victory.
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