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 Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 9:21 am
Marti wasn't aware of the Impression going on behind her, or even the dragonettes rendering C'ross practically unconscious. M'onk gave her permission to speak, gave her his attention, and she wasn't going to let it get away easily. And that meant speaking fast, and immediate.
She straightened, hands going behind her back.
"Sir, the greys have a use," she clipped out, trying to choose words carefully. She wanted to say 'worth,' but that was a fluff word, one attributing feeling to a thing that she knew the Warden gave zero shits about. "It would be unwise to kill the thing off just yet." She was poised to speak on, but paused for a second, hoping instead that he'd ask and put himself into the topic. Somehow she hoped it'd come off as 'polite.'
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 9:39 am
Sturnuth felt the wood splinter between her jaws, and the tug of her sister, Haliath at the crossbow. The yellow beamed with pride for her sibling, All-riiiiight goodygoody. Seems like you're not as stiff as I thought. She smiled up at her Mother, Berath, wiggling with all the toothy happiness of an accomplished puppy. She rather bluntly had decided that it didn't matter to her that Berath was not her true mother. She was one hell of a dragon, the sort Sturnuth wanted to be like when she grew up. The yellow dragon hatchling sent a wave of love to her mother. Sturnuth's head whipped up as the brown, Merceth spoke, and the yellow's livid gaze landed on the warden. Again the large yellow was loping through the sands, this time headed for the Warden. She paced barely five feet before him, back and forth, back and forth, a snarl plain and simple across her face.
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Rok'na did his best to keep out of the rabble. He watched as the proverbial crap hit the proverbial fan, but with no plan, no clear course of action, the guard waited with his hand upon his dragon. The real time for action would come after this, he was sure. All they need do now is plan. Cyanath seemed of the same mindset, watching the scene unfold with hungry eyes. He just barely caught the swirl of rainbows that meant their newest sibling had impressed, and sent up the call to all that could hear. The grey has impressed! He's impressed! Cyanath was no fool. He and his could do little to nothing right now. Let Sturnuth and the others handle things. They had it under control. Besides. Someone had to keep a level head and actually pay attention to what was going on.
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Sturnuth craned her neck to look at her blue brother, her snarl shifting to a toothy grin. Her mind reached out to M'onk's and M'onk's alone. Will you kill him now? My brother has impressed, Old. Man. Her mind pushed a wave of malicious satisfaction, and patience. What will you do now? Kill him and risk a mutiny? I don't see a single soul to back you, old man, and if they exist, they're few to none. She looked judgingly at the girl, a rider she was sure, speaking to M'onk, and the dragon wished she could make sense of what was said. Whatever it was, it certainly didn't seem like she was protecting the warden any. Sturnuth's toothy grin only widened.
As Sturnuth approached the warden, Marue had begun to make her way over to V'tyai. Her face had turned hard, the gears in her mind moving in a way they'd never really done before. Well. It would be a lie to say the girl hadn't planned or plotted before in her life, but never had it been like this. Never for the safety of someone else, of everyone else. For petty things. Things that didn't matter compared to this. "You really think he's fit to rule this place?" Her lips pressed into a fine line. "He might as well be emperor here, murdering for the sake of murdering." Her green eyes found V'tyai's face, and looked the man dead in the eye. He'd promised. He'd said they would protect Sturnuth. "He'll cripple her for this. Because she stood up for her sibling, for what was right." There was a gravity to her tone, but also the slightest hint of honey. Perhaps it was just her way of coping with the stress. Likely not. Her green eyes flitted back to the scene before her, arms crossed over her chest, and posture perfect--even on bleeding legs. Any other occasion, and she might have been proud of herself.
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Brask roared, venting the confusion that filled both him and his handler. What the shards was going on? Brakesh rushed to the edge of the sands, keeping Brask so close, she might as well have been holding the beast's collar instead of the chain. Strangely colored dragons, was that PINK? And grey? And and... whatever that multicolored one was? TWO GOLDS? There was a body on the sands, and more blood than there should have been. There was C'ross unconsious on the sands as a pair of hatchlings ripped the crossbow from his grasp, and now they were after M'onk. Shards. The guard ran to Revrend, her wher tight at her side. Brakesh trusted she and Stella, they had level heads and almost always knew what to do. She wouldn't just barge in this time, nope. "Revrend! What the shards is going on here?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 9:43 am
[Bereck & Berath]
Bereck rolled his eyes and tutted; he was not especially good at pretending to be respectful. "Glad to hear it," he groused, not making it especially clear what it was he was glad to hear if indeed he was glad to hear any of it and hadn't just been adding sarcasm to derision.
At least it seemed the grey had Impressed, he could feel Berath's relief on that score... and what was little missy here telling the Warden? A 'use?' How very clinical of her. Was that really how she felt or was she just trying to appeal to the Warden? Bereck, about as good at giving the benefit of the doubt as he was at pretending to respect idiots, suspected the former.
Rumbling deep in her chest Berath returned Sturnuth's feeling of love again, following it up with a wordless promise of protection for her and for all of her siblings. With C'ross dealt with she started to scan the Sands for anyone else who might be thinking of taking up arms against her and Descanth's babies in his stead.
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[C'tis & Malcarreth]
no idea how much I am quieting my rage!>
you shot.>
C'tis tried to relax his knotting fists and listened to the brownrider make her argument for the grey's life. Perhaps this different tack would persuade him? Frankly he didn't care just now what was said so long as no more hatchlings got shot.
Malcarreth chimed in calmly to Mikhaith. and were plenty of those,
between.>
<...Sure.> He hated it when Malcarreth was right.
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Haliath replied to Sturnuth, releasing her grip on the crossbow and backing off from C'ross. Giving another thoroughly unimpressive cry she drew herself up to her full height and flared her wings. she demanded of all dragonkind on the Sands. She knew that from her rider's memories, though he did not believe it achieved its goals. It locked away the world's problems rather than solving them, and in turn it seemed that those who guarded the guilty became corrupted.
she said in private to Hiemal. atrocities! We will help others to find the right way too.>
All he had ever wanted was to work on his inventions and show the world his worth. Becoming some kind of paragon of justice had not been on the agenda, but now that Haliath was here he couldn't imagine refusing to support her. He didn't have to care about justice, he just had to care that Haliath cared.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 9:56 am
Stella face palmed as the small dragons swarmed C'ross. Really babies? Going after the man with the crossbow wasn't smart. She sighed, looking at Stelask and made her way over the green, leaning her hips against the wher and hummed softly. 'A little help love? He doesn't really deserve to be tackled by little hatchlings.'
Stelask tilt her head, eyes whirling under the mask and accepted her new orders. She grinned and rumbled, warning her handler before moving towards the little green near C'ross and set her nose on Haliath. 'No, off.. better' She paused, words escaping her and gave the little green an image of M'onk's stick and then M'onk on his a**, stick gone. 'Better.' The wher purred in her raspy dark mind voice.
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Revrend looked over at Brakesh, nodding to the fellow bronze handler. "Keep Brask quiet, the hatchlings are upset enough." She looked over the mess and decided it was settled enough without her interfering at the moment. She walked over to meet the pair. "What hasn't happen? This is a clusterfragging mess." The woman sighed, forehead wrinkling as she fought to get things straight.
"Things were going alright till the third egg hatched a little grey. It mauled some candidates and M'onk told C'ross to shoot it. Which is not appropriate it seems for dragons at least. A lot of riders are wound up so tight they are liable to snap. That not counting the fact we have two golds, a pink, a multicolor sparkly, more greys and a brown." She had to included the brown considering no one had considered a brown hatching at all. "The assassination attempt on M'onk and the fact he ordered C'ross to shoot the newest grey. Which led to this round of ********." Revrend sighed. She didn't swear often but this mess deserved it.
(Slight edit... miss read Dizzy's post)
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 10:12 am
M'onk would have spoken to Marti then as she started to make her points; it sounded almost valid for those two seconds between her verbal speech and Sturnuth crossing the boundaries between 'defiance' and 'rebellion' - at least, in Mikhaith's mind. Far above, the huge bronze roared, his wings mantled as the noise reverberated around the Hatching Sands.
"You speak another word to me, emotions or otherwise, little chromatic gold, and I will kill you myself." M'onk said in that same level, pleasant tone as he always did. He waited for Mikhaith to speak to Sturnuth, eyes going right back to Marti.
His bronze shoved the full weight of his mental fury at the newborn dragonet, roaring again as he threw his own waves of displeasure. When he spoke just to her, it was loud. You dare speak to Mine in such a manner! You have no right to his head, abomination, his goodwill is what keeps you alive right now. Begone or I will strip your flesh from your bones, daughter of Brakiheth or not. Impressive words, loud, fierce, snarling. It could not be said if he meant them - all that could be known is that they were loud. His words to Malcarreth were but hisses, anger in them but quieted for the one that didn't insult him. I will keep him in line but I can only do so much, Malcarreth. You know how these humans are. You know how they act against us.
M'onk smiled and smiled, only then taking the time to speak to Marti. "Please, young lady. Inform me as to why it would be unwise outside of this assured mutiny. I am all ears."
The Peacock Hatchling slunk back into what remained of the candidates. He snapped his teeth at any that came in his way, eyes growing yellowed and gray more by the minute. If Voci could be frightened by this sort of thing, the little blue stood only a hair away from betweening. He did not want to, did not want to! There was so much noise and loud and terror. He keened.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 10:16 am
Stella glanced at the sands, frowning as she was unable to see past the green's bulk and turned to M'onk. "Well, I would stop all of this unless you want to lose the last of the hatchings on the sand. A normal blue hatching at that. Be a shame with all our arguing and emotions to drive the little thing between. Not to mention what it has to be doing to the candidates. Emotional traumatized guards with newly impressed hatchling's M'onk. How many crazies do you need?" She asked bluntly and gestured to the cooling redhead.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 10:37 am
Outwardly, Marti looked as unamused as M'onk sounded pleasant. A glare slid sideways in the maybegold's direction while it was sweetly given death threats, as if Marti were stringently appalled by such an interruption in her 'conversation.' She hadn't heard what the dragon said, but M'onk's words to it were informative enough. Mentally though, Marti was churning with both sick and, admittingly, exacerbation. Seriously now, did every single ******** dragon or person feel the need to start preaching some passionate declaration!? Do NOT take the man's attention away from her; SHE HAD THIS.
The Warden moved his eyes back to her.
Marti slide her own back up to him, taking care to show a lack of amusement about the current goings-on around them. "Right." She breathed in. "Sir, the greys are the exact coloring of the prison stone, and surrounding cliffs; they are perfectly camouflaged." A keen behind her caused a pause, a small glance, but she attempted more annoyance in her facade.
And then Stella.
Now the annoyance didn't even have to be faked. Marti was seriously not having this s**t right now. "M'am, please, I am having a conversation. You are interrupting without permission. Stop. Thank you."
Continuing on. She looked back at Warden. "The things are also small, like the greens. They could be just as agile in movement and flight. This combination could be useful as a stealth-based guard. It would unwise to dispose of such a potential weapon to your arsenal, either for the prison, or for the Dragon Guard as a whole." ....Again she paused, just as before, to let M'onk in.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 10:44 am
"He won't cripple her for standing up for her sibling, Marue." V'tyai rubbed at his face slowly. "He'll make me cripple her for an assault on a guard - apparently his favorite, might I add - and from the sounds of Mikhaith, something else. My opinions don't matter and even if they did, weyrlings should not be fighting." His voice gentled and he patted her white clothed shoulder. "It's dangerous. This has been brewing for a while. No one is attempting to kill anyone, so I'm not stopping anything. ...actually."
Vit frowned and cupped his hand over his mouth. "Masterhealer! Please see to C'ross, he's - he's down. C'tis?" V'tyai jerked his head to the prone (huge) man. They were dragonriders. Traitor or not, C'ross was one of them. He needed help.
"Are you in pain, Marue?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 10:56 am
Jaykkial
Jaykkial almost went flying when C'ross hit the ground. She managed to stay attached and scrambled into a sitting position, fist raised and teeth bared to continue her attack until Atheth reasserted herself in the new weyrlings mind. Enough Jaykkialmine. He's no longer a threat and my brother is safe. Love and assurance flowed through them, and Jaykkial's body relaxed as she got off of the brownrider.
She took stock of the situation around her. Where had all these people come from? Last she'd been aware it was her, C'ross, M'onk... and one other? She wasn't sure. People were talking... Jaykkial did her best to slip out of the crowd and meet Atheth back on the Sands. There was a wild grin on her face. "I won't say that wasn't just a little fun." She whispered to the green.
Atheth gave her rider a blank look of mild disapproval. Well, she hadn't Impressed for meekness... but she'd hoped to find a little more brain between her rider's ears. Jaykkial's grin just widened.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 11:14 am
Sturnuth only smiled her toothy grin as M'onk spoke, as if he'd handed to her exactly what she had wanted. And then, a wave of fury slammed into her, and the hatchling reeled. Stupid bronze. Fat bronze. Old bronze. As she regained her wind, her own fury blazed. AND HE HAS NO RIGHT TO THE LIVES OF MY FAMILY! She whipped about, eyes blazing red, searching for the bronze. He had been loud, staggeringly loud, but Sturnuth had her own voice, and it wasn't exactly quiet. The yellow hardly seemed to care that the bronze likely could fufill his promise, she'd take him on. She'd gnash his bones between her teeth, never mind the fact that she lacked every ability needed to be able to accomplish this. With a snort she turned to the sands, and reached out to all, human, wher and dragon alike, everyone her mind could reach. You see? He would have my life, and Why?! She paused a moment, seething in heavy breaths, He would have my life, he would kill me here on the sands and Why? Because I spoke. Because I stood up for what is right. Because I didn't play to his power-hunger, and bow at his throne. She stomped her forefeet in the sands. Now can someone sharding tell me how such a disgrace is put in power to rule this place?
Marue had gone pale. Oh, her little love, her love! He'd kill her, she was sure. Even more color bled away from her face. Oh Sturnuth, beautiful, strong, uncompromising Sturnuth... The girl held her face in her hands, willing herself to keep steady. What was the dragon doing, trying to incite a riot? Marue almost prayed she succeeded. She couldn't see how this would ever end well for either of them. She just wanted her love, her baby, safe. Marue wasn't going to faint, at least not now, but the girl was weak. Sturnuth even stopped her tirade, returning to her rider's side to help support her. She wrapped her arms about her dragon's neck as the hatchling crooned and fretted in worry. This was M'onk's fault. It was all his fault.
She felt Vi'tyai's hand on her shoulder, and the girl looked up at him, panic turned angry in those livid green eyes. "If you won't do anything, then you're just as bad as him." Her tone was harsher than she had meant, and the girl withdrew a tad, cradling her dragon's head to her chest. She thought for a long, careful moment, selectively choosing her words. "I"m.. I'm fine, but You should be the one calling the shots." Her tone was unsteady, her panic fighting with Sturnuth's stormy fury in her mind. "You're the only one people listen to. You're the only one who does things right." You're the only person I trust here. Sturnuth looked up at the weyrling master, her mind reaching out to his. Of course your Opinions don't matter. They never will if you don't stand up and do something. Marue bit her lip, shushing her dragon. She had said enough to land them both in more than enough trouble today, and she didn't need any more. But what she said had been true. Marue had thought the exact same thing, but Sturnuth had been the one to say it. Something told her it would always be that way. However long 'always' would be, and at current, it didn't look too long.
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Rokana watched the little gold challenge the warden, and covered his ears as the bronze roared. Now the last hatchling was keening, and Rok'na felt his heart skip a beat. Cyanath lept from his rider's side, scurrying over to his brother. Come brother, it is alright! He pulsed nervous waves of comfort to his brother. Shards. He was no good at comforting people, but he could not stand to watch the Peakcock Hatchling go betwen. We will find yours, brother, we will, just watch. In a panic, Cyanath looked over the candidates and scanned the stands, desperate to find some guidance. This just wasn't his game. He looked to Rok'na, searching for aid.
Rok'na immediately started moving, "Oi! Candidates, anyone who hasn't impressed, get your sharding asses over here!" He'd already seen one baby go between. Even before, it hadn't been pleasant. Now, with Cyanath at his side, he could only imagine how it would feel, the loss so deep and fresh. They'd lost enough today. They didn't need to lose another.
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Brakesh gave a sharp tug on Brask's chain, and the wher got the message. Quiet time now. Soothing time now. He did his best to pulse waves of calm and comfort to the babes. Brakesh could only stand dumbfounded as Revrend related to her everything that had happened. She stood for a moment, looking over the chaos ever blooming before them. "What.. What do we do?" She watched as.. as.. MARUE? Marue's dragon seemed to be trying to incite a riot, and it seemed that even Marue knew enough to see that as a bad Idea. How the shards had she impressed? Brakesh shook her head, trying to keep an eye on everything that was happening. Chaos. That was what was happening.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 11:48 am
"Actually," M'onk peered at the little yellow. "I threatened to kill you because you invaded my mind. You're being very rude. It's an invasion of ones mind to speak to a bonded humans mind. Now do shut up. You aren't making any friends. Marti? It is Marti, isn't it?"
He sighed with the ongoing commotion, his head shaking. "You have manners and good points. If they continue to try and cause havoc in the Weyr, I may have no choice. Disorder is not something we condone here, you know."
He raised his cane, and arched his eyebrows at Sturnuth. He'd not hesitate to slam at her with it.
Peacock continued to back away, sinking lower and lower. He keened loudly as Sturnuth's voice hit him, the strength and rage knocking him off his feet. Unbonded, his eyes were all gray for a moment and he swung his head wildly towards teh Candidates.
Meera! The blue whispered fright into the girls mind. He ran at her as fast as he could, bumped into her, and then coiled around her legs in an attempt to hide his trembling. I am not so cowardly as this, I promise I am not, but they were so loud. They are so angry, your Pavoth is sorry. Can we be brave later? I want to leave her, I almost left you.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 11:52 am
The massive brown above the Sands was still wheeling, twisting, moving through dive after short dive. The downdraft of his wings kicked up sand, but he hardly seemed to notice – Merceth was keening now, keening in genuine distress and frustration.
There were too many people all gathered too close around M’onk and C’ross; he couldn’t get in there to pick up his rider without potentially stomping or trampling someone. All he was getting through the bond was a vague, fuzzy darkness and an impression of pain.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 12:05 pm
[Berath and Bereck] Berath said softly to Sturnuth. As it seemed the immediate danger was past Berath turned away to the Peacock blue. Crooning reassurance she dipped her muzzle down to him. Her eyes were now whirling brilliant blue with love, love that she projected at him along with reassurance that he was safe, she would protect him. Calm, calm, calm she sent to him, mantling a wing just over his back so that he could sense her close by but still easily see where he was heading. Moments later he took off towards the candidates and, mercifully, seemed to Impress. With him safe... alright, she could do her duty as a healer's dragon. the huge green said stiffly to Merceth. Shards! Bereck gave himself a really vicious mental kick for getting distracted by politics - the word was synonymous to excrement in his mental thesaurus - when somebody needed his help. Shooting M'onk a last disgusted look he turned and hastened over to C'ross. Merceth was still here and though he was keening he was not apparently outright panicking which was a good sign. Concentration pulled the healer's countenance into a frown that had long ago etched lines into his features. Fingers on the big man's throat; a solid pulse if a little rapid, but that was to be expected with adrenaline running through him. There was blood on the low wall where C'ross' skull must have struck, and there would now be grit in the wound. "Spine?" Bereck murmured to himself, leaning back a little to inspect the angle of the brown rider's neck; it looked natural to him and so he moved to slide a hand gently under it, fingers just ghosting along to feel for any obvious breaks. None came to light. "Help me move him onto his side," Bereck ordered anyone who might happen to be listening. "It needs to be done gently in case there's some damage to his neck." ------------ [C'tis] Ugh, and why should he bother with- Vit was his friend, more or less. He thought he was anyway. The fact that the other blue rider was asking him was reason enough to assist, and he wasn't exactly doing any good here. Nodding sharply C'tis moved over to the slumped form of C'ross where the healer was assessing him. The sharp order the small man gave made the Secondary purse his lips, but he did as he was asked. When he had settled the brown rider however he turned and lent into the healer's space. "Manners in future, rider, if you can spare a moment for them?" His patience was just about at its limit today, and while he had put up with being bossed in the first instance - medical importance and all - he wasn't going to keep taking it from some little tit with a rod up his arse.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 12:18 pm
Leevi and Lasoth
ohshit, ohshit, things were happening again and Leevi really wasn't made for handling these sorts of things. Some people sprung into action at signs of violence. They were warriors in heart and head, body and soul. Leevi was most certainly not. If he was a non-human animal, he would have been a deer and likely to freeze in headlights. That was precisely what he did now, freezing as someone-----a dragonless rider?-----attacked the Warden and the whole world became a lot more complicated.
Lasoth's eyes whirled yellow and white in fear. Like her chosen, she wasn't made to handle this sort of extreme stress. But... but there was good in people! Why was everyone fighting? Couldn't they just talk about this for a while? Come to some sort of peaceful non-stabby agreement? Her hearts quavered as she noticed the crossbow wavering before pointing at her noisy sibling.
No.
She wasn't going to let that happen. The awkwardly-shaped dragon went to stand and guard her screaming sibling, wings flared so as to try and catch any bolts fired. Leevi, whether he liked it or not, was dragged along for the ride. Atheth and Sturnuth would help. Everyone could help. This was the power of team work. Haliath joined.
Team work could do anything.
The Grey managed to Impress and close his jaws, thankfully. Lasoth folded her wings once more and burbled with pride over what she and her siblings had done. They gave their Grey sibling a chance.
~.~
Meera
ohs**t. Someone was running at the Warden with a knife. It didn't matter that he'd ordered a hatchling to be shot, he was still in danger.
That was the rubbish bit about being a guard. You didn't get to pick and choose who to protect. If you did that, you weren't a guard at all, but some sort of a monster who decided some lives were worthier than others. That was a very slippery slope. Meera tried to cross the Sands, but a dragon headbutted her. Everyone was moving around, getting in each others' way and this was not helping a sharding thing. It was like trying to get through a flock of panicked shee... it was exactly like that, no one really leading, everyone just going off in their own directions.
Unnoticed by Meera, the Blue hatchling slunk past, terrified and wary of... well... everything that was going on. Meera continued to try and get to the action, to protect and save, but, with all the chaos, it was impossible. Like trying to wade through jelly.
Some vague sense told her that she'd only be adding more chaos to an already chaotic situation, but it was overruled. It took a special kind of person to hear screaming and head towards it. She was that sort of person.
Pavoth wasn't sure what to do. He wailed again and looked up at Bereth, hoping to find some sort of a guidance in the crooning Green. She offered some support, but the world was HUGE and he wasn't sure where His was and could she maybe help him? Wait. WAIT. It wasn't until the crowds cleared that the little Blue saw his chance and took it. He barreled for his rider's legs and curled around them, still shivering.
Meera! he shivered again and coiled tighter. She was so brave and he was... was... he could be better. He really could! I am not so cowardly as this, I promise I am not, but they were so loud. They are so angry, your Pavoth is sorry. Can we be brave later? I want to leave her, I almost left you.
He wasn't cowardly! He wasn't. It was just... the world was big and he was so little and, as big as the world was, it still hadn't been big enough for all the chaos and destruction he'd seen. His rainbow eyes cleared, swirling yellow and fearful grey once more.
Impression was an experience. That was the only way Meera could really describe it. It was a bit like coming home, only you never really realized that you had ever been without a home. Presumably, Meera could have stopped herself from hugging her dragon. She really could have.
She just didn't see the point in trying to. “Shh, it's ok, Pavoth. It's alright. You're safe now.” Everyone was safe.
…
Well, except for the guy who went stabby-stab at the Warden's. He was suffering from a major case of the deads.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 12:32 pm
....Marti was about the take a whack at Sturnuth herself after that venture. She didn't fully mind other dragons going into her mind, nor did Danverith -- seeing as he did it ALL THE TIME -- but the preaching was really starting to grate deep into her nerves. Maybe this was why M'onk was such an a*****e all the time. Granted he was also a total narcissistic sociopath, but hey, listening to these little shits all day long wasn't helping any.
She glared at the little maybegold as M'onk held up his 'weapon', and then answered after some focus was brought back. "Yes, Sir. Full name is Amaranta, but I go by Marti." His next words made her heart flutter a little, some inner roiling dread slipping off her back in rising hopefulness. He hadn't said the words she wanted to hear, but with a few more of her own, she could potentially solidify the whole of it without the specifics. Just don't kill them right now, and we're good... Just don't kill them right now, and we're good.
"Thank you, Sir, and I understand. Order is something I agree with also. If you should wish, Sir, Danverith and I can keep the greys in line as they grow." In her head there was a sudden barrage of rage as Danverith balked and bucked at such an offer, but Marti only continued. She slid her eyes towards Sturnuth. "Maybe that one too... Danverith is a drillmaster; he does not tolerate such disobedience."
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Bandaging.
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