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S’kor/Scarath

It had the makings of a fine party. His hopes that it would stay that way were quickly dashed. Surprised flashed between rider and dragon. S'kor straightened up as a man staggered in amongst the party goers. His attention was dragged away by a growling sound. The presence of the felines so close surprised him, despite the Turns he'd lived here. Keep watch Scarath.

I'm coming. Scarath's tone brooked no argument. The large dragon was within sight in a matter of moments. Wounds or no wounds; he wasn't letting His face this alone. He hissed and mantled his wings; the bronze joined the outer ring to protect people. Scarath planted himself with no intention of letting anyone pass.

A scent reached him over the overpowering smells of food, blood, and fear. Scarath ran his tongue over his muzzle, but couldn't pin down the scent.

Wykla/Kameth To Ralae/others

What is going on? Wykla turned from the tables to view people milling around. It amazed her how people could lose their heads so quickly. She tried to keep her breathing slow as a trickle of cold sweat went down her back. What was going on? She nodded at Kameth’s warning.

Mine, Brakiath has warned of trouble. Do take care. Kameth was sitting alertly at the edge of the party. He blinked slowly as Zaybreth asked for His to meet Hers. Mine, Zaybreth’s wishes you. With His safely part of a group, Kameth took the skies. This was his element. He peered closely down.

That was a bit of a surprise. She nodded and went to find her friend. Wykla moved through the crowd as Kameth directed. Hearing the call for firelizards, she decided to call in some of hers. No more than 3-4 of the beasts, except her whole fair decided to come. The ones that were called, plus the greens who didn’t want to be left out of the excitement, plus all the others who if the greens went they could come too! With all of them flying over her head, she was quite obvious.

“Wykla reporting!”

Kameth glided. With his wings stilled he could hear much further. What came to him oh those winds was a scream. It was familiar and full of anger. The blue tried to orientate on it and let out a bellow. Fire! Fire in the Weyr

Dizzian

She knew they weren't all bad, that maybe her fear was irrational, but shards could you blame her? Especially with such a vicious looking beast. As for Wingleader Kleos, Dizzian didn't know the rider and she was from the same weyr as Z'fer. Dizzian didn't exactly like her best friend's new beau and if that's what Malvren Wingleaders were made of she was leery of meeting another.

Courath could not see anything past the colorful horde of wings filling the sky. Her own stretched out and she was tempted to follow her green sisters into the air. Her own lack of experience held her back though.

Freia and Freiask

They didn't go to the party. Not this time at least. The gold wher was not the social type and the older woman didn't want to be out in the open, not after the nightmare hit her again. Talking out loud to Freiask, "You would think after all these turns, I wouldn't have them anymore. Come on, girl, lets see what we have going on today for us." The two traveled along the coverings, checking to make sure things were being done correctly and everything was clean.

Before long, Freiask took off with no warning. It wasn't like her to rush off and Freia was hot on her tail, literately. Rounding a curve, the woman saw the unmistakable sight of felines and the gold. With a scream she rushed at them, helping the wher chase them off. As they ran, Freia spotted meat hanging out of their mouths, curious as to why they would do that. Running towards the Hatching Grounds, Freiask froze as the sound of tunnel snake. She turned to look, seeing the destruction and braved the low light outside to get into the opening. The gold shook her head, how could that be here? Clicking at her bonded, the wove their way towards the party, searching for someone to tell what was going on.

Set'al and Pipith
[Staying at the party.]
Tag Narisa/Cepheith, 'Important' Group

Well, this was awkward, being being the odd one out in the midst of a bunch of rankers during a crisis. Hello, I'm the flunkie bronzerider! Mind if I crash your important meeting? Not that he thought of himself that way, but he was well-aware that he was not what most would consider a proper bronzerider...even if he happened to have arrived with a goldrider who had yet to let go of his hand.

This was just fine by Set'al, because he was gnawingly worried about losing track of her somehow; Narisa was his friend, and he was supposed to look after her. He might not have any kind of official position or high rank, but as her friend, he was responsible for taking care of her. Up to this point, that had mostly involved goofing around and taking her mind off of Serious Matters, but he could do quiet support. ...even if his hand was starting to hurt a little. He gave hers a squeeze, reassurance that he was here for whatever she needed, avoiding saying it aloud so as not to interrupt.

He nodded his acknowledgement of the various Important People, and flashed D'lin a quick smile. The younger man was his wingleader, after all, and a decent guy.

I will let no harm come to them, Pipith rumbled in response to Cepheith, reinforcing the words with a feeling of his determination.

Zabreth followed Kameth up into the skies, her smaller wings pumping to quickly catch up. She moved off to his side and looked around. This was important, she had to see..

What, what did Kameth say? She flicked her tongue and took a deep breath of air.

I smell it! Kameth speaks true! There is fire! We must put it out!

Ralae moved closer to her friend and had her gold send soothing thoughts to Wykla's faire. Personally, she was glad she only had one to look after. "Zabreth says there is fire! What will you have us do?"

D'lin & Plexith
Tag Narisa - Everyone wanting to head back to the Weyr

'Brakiath speaks.' Plexith announced to his rider sounding almost surprised at the gold dragons contact. 'She orders the smaller of us into the air.'

'well its about time!' D'lin stated with irritation in his mind, sure those were not the orders he would have given but alas..such was the way things went. His head snapped towards Abigail with a hopeful look, had she come out of it long enough to take charge...no. NO - she was still standing there, blankly. Vastly dissatisfied he turned away. No time to rage about it now. Back to the orginal plan. In any case several people had volunteered firelizards and he nodded to them each in turn, in the midst of motioning them forward when Narisa arrived and his attention shifted to her. Narisa, he had learned from the revolutionary fighting, was not one to sit around and do nothing. She was nervous - understandable - but her orders, once she'd worked them out were concise and clear and he offered her a reassuring smile as she met his eyes. It's alright...we've done this once. We can do it again. Was what he wanted to say..but instead he merely nodded his concession to her demands of him.

"Of course." Turning back to the people who had volunteered their pets while Narisa continued to organize the remainder of the group he motioned them all off to one side.

"Everyone with Firelizards willing to help, over here please!" He ordered them, paling slightly as Plexith relayed to him another message. The large bronze cringing slightly as Cepheith's wings beat at him but holding his ground at her side none the less. 'Blue Kameth says the Weyr burns.' Fire...and they had just got around to rebuilding from the result of the last disaster. Very well then fire. "And I'll need a fire brigade, Anyone strong and capable enough of lifting a bucket, those with fighting skills capable of providing first aid please come with me as well." He called out, He couldn't lead a group into the Weyr without knowing who he had after all.

'Another reports seeing Felines' Plexith continued to update him as the dragons finally narrowed down the threat. Great. Giant vicious cats and Fire..what an amazing combination, D'lin thought with sarcasm.

"The dragons report Felines in the area." He told those nearby. On the plus side it wasn't weapon wielding humans and there were likely less of them, felines did not tend to run in giant mobs. "Kleos and the Wherhandler will likely be the ones leading the tracking group for them so if you'd rather take care of that problem wait for them to find the trail and wait for further orders from Narisa..or Kindra" They did not have time to wait around..so he would organize quickly and leave.

((Any player desiring to follow D'lin into the Weyr AKA option B, Add your name to the list below so we can keep up with each other =-) ))

Option B players
- D'lin