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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 8:33 pm
Tag to... everyone, bugger it
M'onk stood silently as he often did when chaos erupted around him. Linfon did what Linfon did best, as did her little green, C'tis attempted to talk sense, Rokana... bristled, he supposed. The old man winced when Brask started his roaring, wrinkles on his face deepening further. Branne spoke sense as a good girl ought, and it seemed for the most part things were alright. He didn't even have to threaten C'tis' job for speaking out against him. They already lost one Secondary that day to insubordination. Two would just be overkill.
"There's no need to bring out the Harper side of you, my dear." M'onk said in the tones of one that knew they were discussing important matters with a young child. He smiled in a placating manner, his hands going up and palms out, fingers spread. "It's all very entertaining, theatrical and all of that, but it does nothing except upset the beasts. Let's discuss this elsewhere, Linfon. You agree to leave the Sands with Linfonsk and to come meet with me to talk about these... opinions, the children leave and go back to whatever it is they do about here."
His smile widened. His eyes did not share its warmth. "It would be better for everyone involved if you obeyed, greenhandler. I'd not intended the children to witness a suicide but if you insist to continue this course of action, things can be altered."
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V'tyai gave Joscelin a short, approving nod once the man joined in their little group. He watched M'onk and Linfon with the others, the violence threatening to erupt further should the kindle be lit completely.
Off to the side with M'ska, Leevi and Bereck, Kaelyandra remained clinging to anyone still supporting her. Some sort of recognition clicked into place when she heard M'ska's words, quickly followed up by Bereck's. Kaelyandras face brightened, her hands reaching out to clutch at both men, to pull them in closer in their trek off to a private area.
"Thank you." Is all she was able to say, voice rough and broken from the crying. "I'm sorry."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:00 pm
What was that dimglow doing? Revrend frowned, lips pressed tight. Linfon had her wher under control and in a halter. The green wasn't going anywhere unless Lin's control slipped and they both knew what would happen to a wher that mauled a dragonrider. Revrend wasn't worried about either of them. Brask on the other hand. She watched and growled, motioning her wher to follow as she walked towards them. "Brakesh! You will put that sword down. It is not your place to order her off the sands. Linfon has control of Linfonsk, now get control of Brask." Revrend in charge or not was not going to have them infighting in front of the riders. She motioned Resk away, the bronze settling between the larger bronze Brask and Linfonsk. "This is inappropriate, fighting each other in front of the dragonriders! Do you want them to think we are bonded to simple minded savages? Both of you should be ashamed of your actions." She said, tone harsh and low. "Are you trying to make a spectacle of yourself? This is not helping."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:02 pm
Linfon's eyes never left M'onk as he spoke, expression blank and hard as she looked at the man. The proposal seemed sound, though everything in Linfon screamed to her that she had made a terrible mistake. She knew the signs of trouble coming, and M'onk's smile did not bode well. But she had dug her grave, and she would stand up for what she believed to the last breath in her body, and this man could not take it away from her. "Fine," she said eventually, tersely. "I'll leave with you."
She wanted to add after the Candidates, but common sense, which until then had been sitting down and shutting up just fine, reared its head and forced her into quiet compliance. She didn't push her luck. Instead, she relaxed slightly, coming out of that stone-heavy stance and straightening up. She was no longer drawn bowstring-tight, and some of the anger was sapping out of her, leaving her reticent and sullen-looking. Her wher lost none of that rage, though, and Linfonsk rumbled to herself, tail lashing in annoyance. There were two humans with swords threatening Hers, and she didn't like it. But Linfon didn't seem to think they were a threat, and so Linfonsk would ignore them for now.
Besides, there were worse bad guys standing in front of her, smiling reasonably and talking to Hers like Linfon was a particularly stupid hatchling. Other whers could wait. The human that her handler thought of as pure evil was the current object of her attention.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 1:00 am
Brakesh eased as Linfon conceded to leave the sands. She didn't care who she was talking to, so long as it was done. But as Reverend spoke, the girl came back to her senses. Her eyes fell on her wher and she grabbed the beast by the nostril. Brask cringed at the pinching hand as his eyes bled from red to an anxious yellow. The handler took in a deep breath, shards, what had she done now? It had been years, years since Brask had given an outburst like that, and she'd only made things worse. She needed to get him off the sands. Away from the dragons, away from the riders. And now, apparently, away from other whers. She seemed to shrink at Reverend's words, knowing them to be right. "I'm sorry. I'll get him off the sands." It didn't seem right to leave, not after she'd made her own sort of promise to the weyrwoman, but she could hardly sit and trust her wher to guard the eggs now, now could she? She watched Reverend uncertainly, her own expression shamed and angry as she turned to lead her wher off the sands. Brask sulked behind her, pulled along by his nostril. Oh, he hadn't seen her this angry with him in a long time, he hadn't.
Rokana relaxed, more bemused with the situation than anything at this point. "Oh Come on. Shouldn't it count for something that the green attacked a guard fufilling orders?" his tone was sly. Brakesh wanted to punch him, but hardly paused on her exit from the sands.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 4:58 am
He hated that indulgent tone of voice, despised it! It made him want to find a jagged rock and smash the bronze riding b*****d in the face until that smile C'its knew he would be wearing was spread across the surrounding scenery. He and Malcarreth could run away afterwards, spend the rest of their lives as outlaws safe in the knowledge that they had made the world a slightly better place. There was nothing, nothing, that made his blood boil more than a bronze rider who smiled at you nicely while they plotted your downfall.
C'tis' hands tightened a little and a muscle twitched in his cheek, but somebody would have had to be studying him closely to notice that.
Just don't look around. If he looked around and saw M'onk's face right now he might not be able to keep himself from doing something stupid.
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It sounded as though things were being resolved behind them but Bereck had little attention to spare for that. "You have nothing to apologize for. You've done nothing wrong," he said softly, sliding an arm around the dragonless woman to support her. There wasn't a lot he could offer her other than vague words of comfort, not until they reached her quarters and she made her final decision. It sounded like it was already made, but he would ask one last time once they were away from prying eyes and ears.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 5:46 pm
Though Canoake now kept her mouth shut, her eyes and ears were wide open. And she saw as the Weyrwoman was helped off the sands, presumably to get help ending her life. Personally, she thought the whole thing a little over dramatic. While she loved the drama, and she certainly didn't have another mind rooting around in her, the whole display was starting to get a little tiresome.
The wher handlers seemed to be at odds with each other and with the dragon riders. The dragon riders were at odds with each other and the wher handlers. And they were there as the audience. Canoake was almost pleased that she had been dragged to see the show. Finally, one of the handlers left. Arms crossed, she returned her gaze back to see what M'onk would do next in this show.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 11:15 am
Revrend narrowed her eyes at Rokana. "I believe the Warden asked you to accompany Linfon of the sands, not to assault her. You had no reason to touch her; you have all your parts still intact. Frankly, dimglow, learn from the experience and don't physically touch a handler who's wher is upset. I think you got of mildly, with that little scare." She snorted and turned, motioning her wher to return to her. Resk chirped, prancing over and circled his handler once, the bronze's eyes whirling a relax green blue. The smaller, agile bronze, moved over to Brask, nuzzling the heavyset bronze shoulder in companionship. 'Be okay. Leave now, not forever.' He swished his tail, nosing Brask one more time. 'Back when calm.'
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