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 Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 9:52 am
A few hours after the last rumblings, when it was safe to return to the Weyr, new orders came. They had to plan. They had to rebuild! There were so many injured, R'yn wasn't sure how the Weyr would survive. Half of their weyrlings were out of commission, at least temporarily. And he, himself, was not unscathed. He was shaken to his very core.
What was he supposed to do, now? The weyrlingmaster who'd insisted he might become Weyrleader one day, who had proclaimed the importance of lessons, was not here. L'den wasn't here to tell him what to do. Was anyone really trained for diaster?
But you have me. Let us call all those who are able bodied to the weyrbowl, mine. We have many injured, and a few are missing. We will rebuild. And we will find them!
R'yn gave a nod. "Call them, then."
People of Ista Weyr! Come to the weyrbowl if you are able. We will have an emergency meeting there. Gereth reached out to all: weyrfolk, dragonriders, everyone in the vicinity.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 4:16 pm
P’lias had, in fact, never left the Weyr. Helioth had caught a load of rubble to the wing early on, leaving him with a few minor tears and a nasty sprain. He was more or less alright, but he couldn’t fly. It was hard enough to evacuate injured riders and weyrfolk, but to get a whole adult dragon out was near impossible. And the rider had elected to stay behind with his dragon.
Now the blue limped his way toward the weyrbowl, P’lias behind him. His arm was hanging limp at his side, dislocated from the shoulder. Luckily, it wasn’t the first time this had happened to him, which was the only reason he wasn’t freaking out. He had the first time, when he’d fallen from a tree as a child. His shoulder throbbed with pain and he couldn’t feel his hand at all. He was certain he’d never be able to move it again. Thank Farranth that Neleus had gotten Neri to calm him down.
With a painful shudder, P’lias slumped against his dragon’s foreleg and sat down. “This is far enough.” he muttered, sinking to the ground. Helioth settled down next to him. “I hope Neri is okay..”
After a few moments, Helioth lifted his head. Gareth is calling us. he noted.
“Mmmm.” P’lias hummed, not really listening.
P’lias?
“Hmmm?”
Gareth is calling us.
P’lias sighed. “Calling us where?”
Here
“Then let’s not move.”
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