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Vesresh

Vesresh hugged his sister back, perhaps too tightly for someone with injuries. It was comforting to have her there. Between times... again that rumor, that strange rumor. He snuggled into Vesin's (was it Vesin? He couldn't tell if she had bangs or not from this angle, not that it mattered that much. The fact that they were both here was enough) side and looked at Bereck quietly, listening, slightly nervous. Vosrik's voice calmed him further. His family was here... but he hadn't seen his parents...

"Um... yes..." he managed, trying to take some measure of bravery from his sister's warmth. "Are our parents here?" he knew he should give the names, but his voice caught in his throat and he couldn't manage to mention them. Instead, he hugged his sister just a little tighter.

Vosin and Bronze Tiaeth

Vosin grinned as Elane demanded bath and clothes. "I agree with her, and the food. I'm sure it'd make us feel a bit more human and less like nesting wherries to be properly dressed." Slowly she was moving her arm and testing her shoulder. Sore, but she thought it'd be alright. She eyed Erse's crying, but figured it was just a release of nerves. Ves would look after him.

The bronze gave a shrug as he slowly stretched one limb at a time out then his wings. Mine and I have never been to High Reaches. He turned a blue eye on Pellinorth for his suspicion. Do you remember what we just got away from? It's not as though we had time to get properly ordered wings. With a full body shake, he rose to his feet.

Vosinmine, if you haven't gathered, we are being told that we are over 500 Turns into the future. He sounded amused by the whole idea.

Oh really? What proof do they have for that? Tiaeth proffered her the view of the enormous green, Vos jerked a bit. "Shaftin big green.." she muttered. "How about the names of the current Weyrleaders and Weyrwomen? What proof can you provide that we are where you say we are?" She asked of the man who offered to answer questions.

Vos grinned as her other brother showed he'd regained consciousnesses as well. "Aye a harper would be nice." She took stock of those waking up and those still prone. They really couldn't do anything until those still sleeping woke up.


Drudge Kialynka

An order had come for lots of food to be brought to the healers hall. Kia had seen to it that she'd been included to bring the food. She carried a tray filled with soup and klah. Everyone knew the weyr was hiding these tiny riders here. Rumors were flying everywhere. Kia wanted to be able to get a look for herself. She paused at the door and didn't immediately see the apprentice they were to hand their trays over to.

Acting as though she'd been ordered, Kia headed over toward where the riders were being kept. The people inside the cave looked normal enough. Spotting a healer standing among a group she headed over to him. "I brung the food and drink. Where would ye like me to set it?"

When Sereth had first woken she had ranted and raved at her rider until the poor woman's exhaustion had forced her back to sleep. Nersha had been sure however to insist that Sereth not discuss this with anyone else until she woke. This was going to be a delicate situation and Sereth getting dramatic would only cause people to panic. Usually it would have taken much more to buy the dragon's silence, but even Sereth could tell that Nersha's energy was in far shorter supply than usual. She needed to rest and even if she wanted to vent, she would not so the woman could rest. Staying quiet however had proved difficult and so Sereth had decided she would sleep. At least until Nersha came around again and she could let someone know how unhappy she was.

But a dragon could only sleep through so much. With all the moving and the broadcasting she was bound to stir eventually, although she took her sweet time doing it. Eventually a slowly whirling pair of eyes lazily opened and Sereth looked about at the cavern and the dragons gathered within it. Her gaze settled on the large green for a moment. Arrogantly large. The gold snorted and her eyes slid away and kept roaming, she didn't know every dragon here. Really Nersha was better at all that, but she was still asleep and so Sereth didn't have much hope of finding out the identities of those she didn't immediately recognise.

Now, Sereth was not going to speak up, she expected them to take notice of the fact she had woken. Staying quiet and getting her bearings had been the plan and she'd done that, now it was time to get the attention of her dragons off of that bulk of a green. Uncurling her neck Sereth raised her head and stretched out her wings. She leisurely stretched out her body and then settled back down in the more comfortable position. Crossing her forepaws as she was habit to do and looking about as her wings settled back down, tail tip slowly flicking back and forth. There better be a compliment coming.

Regulith listened to the talk go back and forward, still not believing the huge green for a moment but eager to latch onto the view she offered through her rider. he called rather childishly with a childish creel as he spotted his own bondmate stretched out on a bed. He saw her shift slightly but then the old man's eyes moved on and he couldn't see her anymore. Eyes whirling bright yellow again and tail twitching he pressed against Lamira's mind, trying to draw her back to consciousness.

<...Nuuh?> Lamira's reply wasn't exactly coherent. She could feel her dragon there but right now everything else was still far away and dreamlike. The future? She shifted a little more on her bed, her mind filling with images of great metal ships sailing in the clouds. The future was somewhere you could go, of course, but only in dreams.

Vague though the contact was it was enough to settle Regulith's anxiety for now at least; his tail stopped its twitching and the yellow in his eyes was replaced mainly by white wariness. It was then that he noticed Sereth stirring; the young bronze perked up his head and hummed at her. he stated, winning the award for Wingleader Obvious of the Hour. he added quickly, she looked alright all things considered.

Perhaps luckily for Bereck, Vosin and everyone else in the room (because she was about one denial from getting whiny or terrifyingly affronted), Elane was distracted by the call for her from another bed.

“Hey, kid” she crossed the room in what might have been a stride if not for the unnaturally clumsy way her legs were moving (normally, she moved elegantly, economically), dropping to one knee by his bed. He was, honestly, only a few turns younger then she. “Good to see you made it”

All conversation from her dragon ceased as he realised that his - their - Queen was, well, present. Because… well, who else should he and his rider look to then their Weyrmistress? There was no more senior dragonpair in the room, and they were extremely distrustful of this whole notion that they had travelled through time and space, no matter what the man with the stick was saying.

Ra’fe nodded at the Igen wing seconds, he couldn’t tell them apart yet but it was easy to remember people with that much red hair. “Might explain why I feel like the between spat me out of a comb.” Five hundred turns hun? How in the shards did that work?

He paused, looking at Kia and gratefully took the cup before snorting slightly at the title. “I ain’t anyone’s m’lord. Black is fine.” And before Banneth could pipe up on his general lack of manners. “Thanks.” He sipped slowly, mentally calculating what individuals he could see in the room. Not even a wing had made it through.

Banneth replied.

He glanced at Bereck thinking. Even general achy, his toes to the root of his hair all seemed to have a complaint about something, and exhausted, he was sure he could find enough energy to take down a soft looking man with a cane if need be. “Maps.” He said simply.



“Because if we are this far ahead, there be changes on the coast lines and new holds.” Ra’fe signed and sent down a ping of love at his bronze.

Well, wasn't he... something. The energetic little blue was certainly enthusiastic. Still she wasn't to talk about the going into the future business until Nersha woke up so it was all Sereth could do to give off an air of pleasantness for the time being, even if she felt the blue wasn't showing her nearly enough respect. Especially not when he seemed to lose interest in her only to return moments later. Still it was to do with his rider so maybe she could allow it this one, single, time.

Sereth's gaze glanced towards the green and then back at the blue. The size difference was just unnerving.

A hum caught her attention and Sereth shifted her focus to a weyrling bronze. At least this one was showing her an appropriate acknowledgement. Even away from Benden she was still their queen and expected to be treated as such. The gold returned the weyrling's hum with a measure of affection. she purred back at Regulith. It was only polite to also ask how he was doing also.

She looked up as Banneth approached, nodding to the dragon. Naturally Banneth as one of first would have to check on the others in the gathering, but he had greeted her especially and that was the important thing. Recognising a bronze of 1st wing was easy for Sereth to do, they were always her escorts when she left the Weyr for whatever reason. Although now it appeared she had only the one.

Yet another drew her attention, now this was more to her liking. Except he wanted orders. What should she tell them? Nersha wasn't here for her to relay their directions and Sereth had yet to be out of this cavern so what was she supposed to tell them? When in doubt, stall. They were probably already doing that, but it was a useful enough thing for them to do and it was true to boot so that ought to suffice until Nersha and her could come to an agreement. The young bronze had caught her unaware there, but Sereth liked to think she had managed it well, naturally of course.

Another greeting was happily received from a bronze that Sereth felt she should remember. The name didn't jump to mind, but her eyes shifted over the two bronzes and she felt she should remember them. Still, she didn't need to know his name to greet him. She needed them all as well as possible for hopefully they would be leaving here soon. Sereth was not enjoying her confines. And still not one compliment.

You are as gorgeous as ever, my love. Nersha responded almost immediately, apparently not even questioning the dragons motives. The woman had been slowly waking, hearing voices around her. The dull ache in her side suggested she was in need of more numbweed. Opening her eyes the woman carefully pushed herself up, mindful of the bandages restricting her movements and that they were serving a purpose by keeping her as still as possible. Standing really didn't seem an option she wanted to take with everyone standing around, she wasn't feeling very strong and falling in front of everyone would be embarrassing.

Nersha shifted, attempting to gain as comfortable position as possible and looked around at who had come forward with them. It was a rag-tag bunch and until they knew more there was nothing to do. Not yet, dear. I'm sorry I wasn't here. We'll have to wait a bit longer until we know what the best thing to do is. Just ask them to be patient. Nersha let out a slight sigh as Sereth began about how that wasn't an answer at all, she wanted answers too. When could they leave? Where would they go? For the most part she didn't wait for responses, just launched into her next inquiry.