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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 3:25 pm
--Rella--
Rella squeaked as she was tugged out of the nice lady's arms and into the arms of her... not-daddy. Oh. Not her daddy. Fat tears welled up in the little brunette's eyes and she whimpered. She'd really wanted a daddy! And he had just said no. She looked around at all of the adult, unsure about why they were mad but aware that it had something to do with her. Gulping in a breath of air, she stuck her lip out and mumbled an "I' sorry," hoping that would make everybody settle down.
The music-lady was trying to comfort her, so she nodded a little and placed her own hand over Lute's finger. "Yes-yes," she said, and smiled at the blue-eyed lady. She was just now recognizing her as one of the people who sometimes came to the creche. "Oh! Oh! Mycesa! Mycesa, hiiiii!"
And all of the trauma was temporarily forgotten as she looked over Cesa to see if she, by chance, might have a bubblypie on her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:49 pm
A'lin
Chuckling, A'lin gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "Our Weyrleader has been known to get involved in a few pranks now and again. Much like the one before him. Though, now that I think about it..." She paused and tilted her head to the side. "He's been keeping his nose pretty clean. Guess it helps when you're weyrmate has a temper like our lovely Weyrwoman."
The memory of the bar fight they'd both been in showed just how much it hurt when someone was on Tic's bad side. Poor fools. "Now, let's go grab that food, hm? Something with meat as you two said." She grinned and gestured for Z'ke to lead. "After you two."
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 12:04 pm
"But it was funny, Lute," T'rel protested. It had been humorous; and he could appreciate the prank from a prankster's point of view. After all, he had been the Weyrleader acting as a candidate only to get a feel of how the candidates at the time treated their peers. It had been an amusing prank; quite so. He'd never been called a lazy son of a tunnelsnake before that time. "I don't think the criminal's present," he added, more thoughtfully. "I haven't seen Aurelien at all today. It's unlike him." The boy might not have been the most sociable, but he had a way of making his presence known.
He had a sense of discord about him.
The bronzerider's expression seemed to soften, by a fraction. "Of course not," he said. "R'yn's been loyal to Ticene since they were weyrlings. I remember when he came asking me for advice. He described it as 'feeling sick to his stomach' every time he saw Tic. So I told him he should avoid her, if she made him ill. Of course, he did the opposite. Danced with her at the feast the next day. I believe he informed her that she made him sick. Next thing I knew, they were kissing. They've been inseperable since." T'rel paused, shrugging. "Some day, I would like a relationship with that amount of trust and loyalty," he said, rather wistfully.
He turned his attention to Rella, bouncing the small girl in order to comfort her. "It's alright," he reassured her. "It's okay. Don't cry. It's not your fault. You're fine." He ruffled her hair. "Listen... I might not be your father, but that doesn't mean I can't be. If no one else is planning to foster you--" he glanced at Cesa. "I can. I have the time. Cesa can keep an eye on you during drills-- I could teach you your tunes. And I bet Cesa could teach you to make pies--she's the best at it. I bet she would, if you asked her nicely. And of course, we'll teach you to read, and write, and all sorts of fun things!"
As he spoke, he seemed to pull away from Lute. He glanced at her. "It's too late for that," he muttered. "I can forgive as well as the next person, but it's going to take time, Lute. I'm not going to forget this. Forgive--yes. I knew I wasn't--I'm not... I can't." He put his hand to her cheek, stroking it. "I can't do this. I told you. I was afraid something like this would happen."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 3:20 am
Well, this was an awkward situation to be a spectator of. Cesa wasn't certain what she was supposed to do right now. Should she slip away quietly and give the two some privacy? Then again, what if it did get heated and maybe they would need her to take Rella off so that they could sort things out. Looking around the woman hoped that perhaps there was someone in arm's reach that meant she would be nearby, but not intruding. Sadly all she had was Teller and the little green seemed put off by it all, nestling herself amongst Mecesa's hair over her shoulder so as not to be seen. The firelizard was a simple creature and didn't understand that the negativity wasn't directed at her, she was just picking up on some less than pleasant emotions.
However when a happy voice broke through Teller instantly poked her head out and whistled happily at Rella. There was a nice person who was happy, yes, Teller would focus on her. "Hi, Rella," Cesa replied with a bright smile, a small laugh at her firelizard's cheerful greeting to the child. She had never attempted to correct Rella's mispronunciation of her name, she had no problem with being called 'Mycesa' and it was a simple enough mistake to make. She had been about to ask the little girl if she was having fun at the Gather, but then thought better of it considering recent events. As she tried to think of something else to say T'rel spoke up.
She frowned slightly as he glanced at her. It wasn't one of disapproval, but concern. She could see clearly where T'rel was going with this and she had to wonder if it was the best idea. He had only just met Rella, was he really willing to foster her? Fostering was something that took a lot of consideration and yet T'rel had seemed to just make it as a snap choice. She was worried that perhaps T'rel didn't know what he was letting himself in for. She had no doubt that T'rel would be a good father; he was wonderful with the children she had seen him with, but was he ready yet? Not that he really had much choice now, he had already said to Rella that he would, taking it back now would be a painful process.
But Cesa was T'rel's friend and if this was what he wanted to do then she would support him in it. If he wanted her to look after Rella while he was flying drills then she gladly would, the girl was a charming little thing, so Mecesa had no complaint. A light laugh escaped her at T'rel said she would teach her to make pies and still managed to throw in a compliment while he was at it. Honestly the man made it sound like she was the only one capable of making a pie the way he went about it. "I'd be happy to teach you to make pies if you want to." To be honest, had the girl asked even before today Cesa probably would have. Cesa adored baking and she adored teaching others to do it too. Good food seemed very effective at cheering people up and the more people capable of spreading that cheering up ability the better.
Glancing at T'rel and Lute she noticed what he was saying and thought this was going in a potentially rather dangerous direction. Was when he had Rella in his arms, in the middle of a dance space, really the best time to have this conversation? Still, she didn't want the weyrbrat to get upset, she already seemed to have come close already, Cesa didn't want the Gather to be a total wreck for her. "If you're going to make pies though," Cesa began, deciding that she would try and distract the youth from what was going on between the adults. "You'll need a taste-tester. You're welcome to borrow mine; she's very good at it." Cesa raised her arm and Teller hopped onto her wrist. Puffing out her chest and trying to look very important and impressive for the girl. Teller liked being made a fuss of; it seemed a trait in most firelizards.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 5:54 pm
When Lavi got bored looking at stalls, she wandered back to the dance circle where she saw Mecessa and T'rel standing and talking to another rider she'd seen but didn't know. Not noticing that something was up, Lavi meandered over, hoping to join in the conversation. She could see that T'rel was holding a young girl. He'd talked to her once or twice of his daughter, but she didn't think she was here. Getting closer, though, she recognized the girl to be Rella, who she'd seen in the creche several times when picking up or dropping off Navi. Lavi stopped a few paces away from the two of them, and turned to Mecessa.
"Oh dear, have you two still not gotten to dance?" she said, sympathetically. Unlike certain unnamed weyrmates of hers might suggest, there was no hint of blame or ridicule in her voice. If anything, she could empathize. She and T'nus were supposed to be enjoying their day off too. But T'nus was a workaholic who could never say no, so the moment one rider had the poor foresight to ask him about drills, or thread, or other Weyr business, she knew he was as good as gone for the rest of the night. But just because she couldn't have fun didn't they couldn't either. Lavi straightened and squared her shoulders, determined to do whatever she could to make sure their evening didn't suffer the same fate.
She glanced at the young girl, then stepped forward and touched T'rel's arm gently. "Um, d-do you want me.." she offered, gesturing to the child in his arms. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but it looked like they needed to talk. And if they didn't, then maybe he'd finally be able to finish that dance he was so excited about earlier. Lavi smiled at Rella. "Hi, Rella. Remember me? I was just about to get some bubblypies and go visit Navi, if you want to come?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 10:55 pm
The woman's brows furrowed at Rella's big, fat tears. She sighed and tried to soothe the little girl. "Oh, sweetie, no. You don't have to be sorry over anything." She kisses the back of Rella's hand that wrapped around her finger and gave her a smile. "No more tears, okay?" With the girl's attention off on Cesa, Lute returned her attention to the pressing matter at hand.
"Yeah, I'll give you that. From a prankster's perspective, it's hilarious. I don't doubt that you'll find him and give him a bit of a talking to." The slight softening of T'rel's expression was nice to see. Although the wistful thought that he concluded with felt like a bit of a punch to the gut. Oh. But, wasn't that what they were trying to do, hoping to do? They had only just begun their togetherness. She had apologized and indeed meant it wholly.
Too late? What in the world did he mean too late?! Lute frowned forlornly at his slight withdraw. "What are you talking about? It's not too late. And I'm not asking you to forget. Forgiveness is all that I can ask for." The greenrider sniffed and steeled herself when T'rel brought his hand up to stroke her cheek. "It'll only happen if you let it." She lifted her hand up to take his. Placing a kiss in his palm, Lute reached out to gently take Rella from T'rel, gave her kiss to the cheek, and handed her to Lavi. "And I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to just let what we have disappear so soon after we come to terms with what we feel for each other. I love you, T'rel." She said, reclaiming his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze and twining her fingers with his. "With all of my heart. To my very marrow, do I love you."
She paused and glanced to Cesa, Lavi, and Rella, offering them a bit of a smile. "Show her a good time, please? You three have a nice gather and enjoy the ghosts." Returning her gaze to T'rel, Lute began to lead him off, away from the crowds of the gather, to get away from the press of other people to be able to talk in private. She lead him all the way to her weyrledge, before turning to look at him. "Can we watch the gather from up here," She asked him softly, drawing herself in for a hug, her head resting against his chest. "Please, T'rel?" She looked up to him, giving him a squeeze. "We can just sit, if that's what you'd prefer. I've got a bit of food in my weyr, half of a wineskin, a couple of cups...What do you say?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 10:41 pm
G'non gave Ticene and R'yn a bow before leaving them to each other. Tic was alright and R'yn was okay, if a little new-papa panicky. He bounced Ionan on his hip as he made his was through, and eventually out of the crowds. "Let's go check in with your mama, huh? I bet she'd like to see you. She might even have a turn's end present for you. Or maybe something special to eat. You can show her your little Calith there. That'd be something." Going up the rise to his weyrledge, which was currently occupied by his weyrmate's dragon. The big green shifted somewhat to lean her head in close, partially in greeting and possibly in part as an inspection. With a soft rumble, she lifted her head again and cast her gaze down over the gather. The door was open, likely to let the sounds of the gather drift inside.
Inside, sitting at the table cross legged, her feet tucked up underneath her, sat Io, his lady love. There were a few candles lit on the table and a low, gentle fire going in the hearth. She was flipping through a book of songs, humming out a few of the tunes that she knew from memory, occasionally pausing to take a sip of some still steaming spiced cider, the scent pervading the air within the weyr. Upon hearing them enter, the short haired woman looked up and smiled. "Why, if it isn't a pair of my favorite boys."
G'non bent down and set Ionan on his feet. "There you go, son."
Io swept her arm out for her son. "Come see me and sit in my lap. What do you have there, love?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 11:07 pm
"And I love you," T'rel responded, after a moment's hesitation. "With all my heart. With every beat of Zelith's wings." There was another hesitation before he flashed the woman a small smile. He nodded. "Of course," he said. "We can't let this end because of an argument--" he stiffened momentarily. "Lute," he began, "Do you think it's more important to seek happiness or have happiness?"
He allowed her to lead him off--or so it seemed if not for the noticable dragging of his feet. "Lute, I promised Cesa a dance. And I wanted to buy something. And I wanted to get bubblypies. And I was having fun--" he whined, crossing his arms. "How can we participate in the gather if we're up--" he was cut off by the sound of thunder. He froze, then promptly wrapped his arms arounbd his potential weyrmate. "Lute, let's get inside. It sounds like a storm's coming." Having been born in Fort's Harperhall, the man had been raised with calmer weather than Ista could ever boast of. Ista was known for unpredictable changes.
"I'm not going back out in that," he said. "Cesa can wait." He nodded at her offer of wine. "Not strong, is it?" he asked. "I don't think I should--especially if I'm going to keep my promise later."
(T'rel and Lute being moved to a PRP until later on in the gather!)
Ionan was not at all pleased at the idea of being taken to Io; until, that was, G'non mentioned his little Calith. He grinned up at the man, revealing a gap where a front tooth had been only the day prior to the gather. "Yeah!" he agreed. "Let's go show Momma my Calith!" he held the gold plush up. "It's almost as good as the real Calith, cept she's not as big and she doesn't talk."
When he was set down, the six turn old rushed to Io's side, holding the golden plush up for her to see. "Look, look what Tic made me!" he exclaimed. "It's the best present ever, isn't it Momma? It's Calith! Calith helped, I told you she liked me! I told you!" He paused only to reach for his mother's cider. "I want some! Do you have some for me? Papa says you have a treat for me! Do you? I got a present for you too! But you gotta close your eyes!"
He pulled out a strand of wooden beads, much like he'd given Ticene and hid it behind his back. "Are your eyes closed?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 12:12 am
G'non smiled back down at his gap-toothed little boy. The loss of that tooth had been quite an ordeal for him, but he recovered soon after with praises of how brave he had been when it had fallen out. "Quite so, son. It's a great little plush. I'm sure she'd love to get a good look at her."
Io wrapped her arm around her son and kisses his temple. "Hello, my big sweet boy." She looked at the plush that he held. "It's lovely! She looks like she put a lot of effort into making it well and accurately. Now you've got a little Calith of your own!. Oh, I don't doubt that she likes you. You're hard not to like." The woman glanced at her mug of warm, spiced cider, uncurled her arm from around her boy and picked up her mug to offer it to Ionan. "Go ahead and have a sip. It's nice and warm and ought to warm you through. Would you like a cup of your own? I have it by the fire to keep it heated. Doesn't it smell so fragrant? It's a good batch, I think." Io chuckled. "I do have a treat for you!" She paused momentarily, smiling warmly. "A present for me? Okay, I'll close my eyes."
Setting her mug down carefully on the table, she closed her eyes and nodded. "Alright. My eyes are closed."
G'non moved around the table and picked up a couple of mugs from a cabinet along the wall next to the heart and poured servings of the lightly steaming cider into the two cups. Standing up, he set the cups on the table and took a seat across from Io and Ionan, taking a sip from one of them. The remaining cup was for Ionan and he had filled up to a little more than half full.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 6:05 pm
The acknowledged reciprocation of his affection brought a bit of a smile to Lute's face for a moment. It did her heart good to hear that. It made her heart do a little jig to the three syllable refrain. For a moment she puzzled over his question. Was it more important to seek happiness or have happiness? Hm. The greenrider took her time in coming up with an answer. "Well, it's never a bad pursuit, seeking happiness. Once found though, it's something to be cherished, yeah? If you have happiness, whether you found it through searching or it found you, it's important regardless." Whether that answered his question in a manner that he was hoping or if she missed the mark entirely, the ex-harper wasn't sure, but that's what she felt on the matter of the importance of happiness.
The dragging of T'rel's feet didn't escape her notice, but it wasn't a large enough deterrent from getting up to her weyr. "I know. I know." The woman said, echoing herself perhaps in hopes of soothing the bronzerider. "I'm not trying to sap the fun out of your gather, but I felt like we ought to get off on our own. Have some space from all the crowds to be able to talk and have a good view of the gather." Being born and bred of native Istans, the change of the weather wasn't as jolting to her. Looking heavenwards, Lute's brows drew together somewhat, her hands absently taking gentle holds of T'rel's gather tunic when he wrapped his arms about her. "It does. Hopefully it doesn't start storming before folks can get out of the weather." That'd make for a good handful of disappointed weyrbrats. Shards, many people would be disappointed if the turnover gather had to be cut short due to bad weather.
Returning her brown eyed gaze to the man wrapped about her, Lute smiled and shook her head. "No. It's not terribly strong. I opted to pick up a relatively young wine so it isn't as strong as it's more aged vintage kin." Casting a glance back up at the skies, she turned to the interior of her weyr, an arm curling about T'rel's waist. "Let's get inside before the skies open up on us." Closing the door behind them, she moved to toss another small halved log on the hearth to add an extra measure of warmth and light to the interior of her weyr. If the weather was deciding to turn, it didn't mean that she and T'rel would have to move about in the relative dim. Coming back to T'rel, she drew him over to her couch and gave him a little push back onto the cushions before arranging herself against his side. "Can we just hang on to each other for a while?" She asked, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 8:51 pm
--Rella--
Though most of the conversation that was going on went over the little girl's head, she did recognize that Cesa was offering to teach her to bake pies. "Pies? Bubblypies? Yes, Mycesa, teach me teach me!" She chirped, clapping her hands, then stared open-mouthed at the flit that was showing off for her. "Pretty flitty, issa pretty flitty," she said, pointing at Teller with one small finger.
And then - yet another person she knew! "Love-y! Love-y you came too hi Love-y!" She giggled and reached out to the newcomer, offering a hug. "See the pretty flitty, Love-y? I want a pretty flitty too, please please? Can I have a pretty flitty juuuuuuss like this?"
She had already all but forgotten her terror of earlier, let alone the argument that had happened about and around her. All was right in her small world once again - there were too many exciting and pretty things about to stay upset, after all!
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:07 am
The day had drifted on, as days often do, with little disruption in the grand scheme after the last hiccup. The usual scuffles and arguments that peppered gathers broke out, but they were paid little mind. Something else that was paid little mind was the dark cloud that had swirled on the horizon since earlier that morning. The odd spectator had pondered this unwelcome sight when it had first arrived, but time had moved on and the ominous presence had remained at bay, disregarded as a nasty raincloud, and seemingly content to stay in the distance, gradually slipping from the mind of the Weyrfolk and guests as they enjoyed themselves. This was a mistake. It was uncertain when the dark mass had begun its slithering creep towards the Weyr. The combination of preoccupied minds and the knowledge that Turn’s end didn’t have the best weather at Ista, meant that the appearance of yet another dark cloud moving in their direction was barely registered by those perceptive enough to even notice it in the first place. Even the first strands of silver that slipped through the cloud and tumbled down to disappear into the churning waves went unnoticed. It was only when a particularly sensitive brown dragon froze that someone knew that not everything was as it should be. The dragon, perched at the very top of the heights, had been watching the comings and goings of the people far below when instinct had flared up within him. Head raised, the brown surveyed the horizon, eyes turning last to the sea. The dragon let out a bellowing roar as yellow exploded into his eyes. The dragon called out as load as his voice and mind were able, forcing into the mind of every dragon and human that would hear the warning of the danger approaching. The danger that had been able to use the cover of the storm clouds and their merriment to get so close. There was no time. It would be upon them any moment. The silver death had come for them. ----------------------------------------------------------- You heard right, thread is falling. Now what will your characters do? Panic? Play the hero?
There’ll be a separate game for those of you with riders in a separate thread, while this thread remains open for candidates, weyrlings, weyrfolk and anyone else to play out what they’ll be doing in this state of terror.
A note on riders: Riders can only be in one thread at a time. Once you post your rider flying into fall they cannot be in this thread anymore. The game for riders will start tomorrow, so you have time to play out a little bit of fear from them before they dart off to fight.
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The_Muffin_Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:17 am
Both woman and dragon heard the panicked call together. Separate though they were the two turned in unison to face the oldest threat to Pern. This wasn't right. There weren't supposed to be any falls, not here, not now. The next fall was not for three days and that was over Keroon. There was no time for that however, it didn't matter that it wasn't supposed to be here, it didn't matter why it was falling out of pattern. What mattered that thread was here and virtually the entire population of the Weyr was out in the open.
Turning to her Weyrmate there was unchangeable sternness to Ticene’s voice as she addressed him. Now was not the time for sweetness. This was not the time that she needed R’yn, the man she loved. This was a time for R’yn, Weyrleader of Ista to come into play. “R’yn, organise the wings. You need to be in the air before it hits the Weyr, I’ll get everyone to safety.” There was no hesitation. No ‘try’, simply would. Turns of necessity had chased doubt to the furthest corners of Ticene’s mind and there was no space for it to come out now.
Turning her focus to Calith the woman had only a moment of connection with the dragon before she saw her bright hide flash above the Gathering. The dragon was her eyes, showing her the crowd that slowly slipped into panic. She needed to get everyone inside and out of danger, but there were just so many of them. She couldn't afford to cause a rampage. The dragon hovering above the rabble of humans only needed the slightest word from her rider before her voice invaded the mind of every person in the crowd.
Everyone, be calm, panic and fear will give you no aid here. They would do themselves more harm than good if they ran around in a blind panic. Dragons prepare yourselves and your riders for further orders, everyone else proceed to the main hall. Be sure to leave no-one behind and remember; do not panic. Calith tried to be as gentle as she could manage given the situation, a heavy hand in this situation would only cause more harm. She sent out calls to the dragons of the Candidatemaster and Weyrlingmaster to be sure that all of their charges were accounted for before they even considered flying after thread. The Headwoman and hers would be responsible for making sure all others were where they should be. As for Calith, she had no intention of leaving the skies until she had seen every human reach safety.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:49 am
R'yn hesitated for a moment, turning to look at the sky. Blue eyes widened. "But it's not due for--" he began, before shaking his head. There was no time for that. He pulled Ticene against him, taking her face in his hands. "Get to safety," he instructed her, meeting her lips with his own. "Get to safety and have Calith bespeak Gereth once you're safe. Keep me updated on the status of the Weyr." He pulled away from her, rather reluctantly. He kept ahold of her hand for a moment longer. He gave it a squeeze.
"I love you. Go! Get everyone to safety."
He didn't want to leave her. He let his arm fall to his side, glancing up at the sky. Gereth-- he began.
I come. The Wings come. We are ready. The bronze's tone was confident. Calith's will be fine. She is strong. The Weyr is strong. Gereth landed carefully amongst the crowd. The bronze had some difficulty. He turned his gaze to his rider. Calith will take care of hers. I will take care of Mine. Come now, Mine. We do our duty to the Weyr.
R'yn shook his head, taking Tic's hand again. "T'nus can lead them," he said. "T'nus and T'rel have more experience, they can do this." He wanted to stay with Ticene! To protect her! Shards, why did Thread have to fall now? Why not a month from now, after his baby was born and Ticene was able to fly along side him?
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 12:26 pm
Lavi gave a nod to Lute, smiling encouragingly as she took Rella in her arms. "We will!" she said in a tone that told her; 'you go do what you have to do, and don't you worry about us'. She turned to look at the girl in her arms with a big smile. "Hi Rella! What a good girl you're being! And good girls should always get a treat." Lavi praised, when she stopped crying. Since she liked firelizards, Lavi wished she could show her Cress, but the nervous green had scattered at the first sight of so many people. Instead, Lavi looked towards the food stalls. "What's your favorite type of food, Rella?"
Lavi looked up when the terrible below came from above. She saw the dark cloud approaching and her eyes widened in fear, but she kept her demeanour calm. She didn't want to scare Rella or the other children that were around. If there was a panic, more people could be injured in the stampede than by threadscore. Her eyes scanned the crowds. Her candidates would be all over the gather, and without dragons to contact they were much more difficult to locate.
She put Rella down quickly but calmly and ushered her towards Cesa. "'Cesa, will you please..?" she begged. She glanced down at the girl, desperation creeping into her eyes. "I need to find the candidates."
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When the call went out, T'nus knew his first thought should be to the Weyr, to organizing wings, and reporting to R'yn... but it wasn't. His first thought was 'where is Lavi?' Fortunately, he had the most amazing dragon in all of Pern, who was always on top of things even if T'nus wasn't.
Azi..
I know. I am already gathering the wings. Azimuth told him.
T'nus fought his way through the crowd, trying to get to his weyrmate. Azimuth had landed a short way from the main gather area and was waiting for T'nus to join him so they could take off. But T'nus was still in the thick of the crowd, desperately looking for Lavi.
T'nus, I am here. Azimuth flashed him a picture.
I know, I see. T'nus said impatiently, but he still didn't make a move in that direction.
Finally, Azimuth snapped. T'nus! Xenith will not allow Hers to come to harm. There are others that need you. Gareth's needs you! The name shocked T'nus out of his panic. Oh right, Ry'n. The weyrleader was not so young any more, but he still couldn't let him deal with this alone.
You're right. I'm coming.
T'nus turned on his heel and started running back in the direction that Azimuth had showed him. As T'nus climbed on his back, Azimuth turned to face his rider.
Zelith has told me where T'rel is. What shall I tell him?
Tell him there's thread. -Azimuth snorted. He had a feeling T'rel would know this- Tell him we need him, now!
Azimuth's mind projected a shurg. Clearly he thought T'nus should be a little more descriptive, but he echoed it to Zelith all the same. There is thread. We need you. You must hurry!
Azimuth took off and began to circle above the bowl, waiting for other dragons to join them.
"Has Ry'n said anything?" T'nus asked Azi.
Not yet. he said, and then turned his mind to the other bronze. Gareth! How shall we do this? Where do you want us to gather? His mind was an echo of T'nus which was running through a dozen different formations and attack strategies. He paused, listening as T'nus gave another question to relay. Who is directing the ground crews? he asked.
There was a time (when R'yn was still young and had first taken over as weyrleader) when such questions were just T'nus's subtle way of reminding R'yn what he needed to do. But not anymore. He asked genuinely, waiting for confirmation before he started organizing things. He clearly assumed R'yn would be taking the lead on this.
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