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Ro'di

Word came from the top. A call for evacuation. Orthoth, organize the wings. They are to carry as many non-riders as each of them can handle safely. Get coordinates of where we are evacuating to from R'yn and make sure everyone has them clear but be quick! We don't know when the aftershocks will hit. He hadn't even heard of what damage the weyr might be in yet. Had any of the tunnel's collapsed? We're people trapped? His job though was to get those who could be evacuated out. The rescuing of trapped victims was the job of the Wherhandlers and he would leave them where their skills shone best.

Orthoth was already contacting the riders of their wing, ordering the wingseconds to organize and prepare for coordinates. To Gereth he asked We need coordinates for evacuation. Where are we headed? Where would they be safe enough from the tremors on an island?




Paige

Paige squealed as she was thrown to the hard stone floor of her barrack. Venaith's eyes were yellow in alarm as the gold weyrling stumbled, wings flared for balance and protection from items rolling off the shelves over their heads. What was THAT?! She nudged Paige, alarmed, on guard against attack, but not frightened.

Paige cradled her wrist, feeling bruising forming on her hip and shoulder where she'd hit the ground. Her elbow had taken the worst of the damage as she'd flung out her arm to catch herself and landed right on it. It probably wasn't broken, but the joint was already swelling and movement hurt. A quake? She stared up at the stone ceiling above them. Out! Out out! Paige cradled her injured arm against her stomach as panic urged them towards the exit to the weyrbowl.

Venaith skidded to a hault. Wait! We need to get the others out! She turned back to the hallway connecting all of the weyrling barracks together. baskets of glows had spilled, casting uneven and dimmed light down the hallway. Dust and noise also clogged their view. Still Venaith called out Siblingsmine! Mine says we must get outside! She turned in the opposite direction of the exit the young gold driven to claw at each door to make sure it's occupant was either already gone or on their way out.

Nooo WE need to get out! Paige tried to turn Venaith around. It wasn't that she was abandoning the rest of the clutch, but their part was getting themselves out alive, not playing the hero when they were just kids themselves. Venaith was not to be deterred though.

(Any weyrling can interact with Venaith clawing at their door if they're in their bunk biggrin The rest of my kidlets will come in a moment)

Daimon slept in the corner of the barracks, on the far side of the door. When the floor seemed to jump Daimon was pitched across the room, hitting the wall opposite him. His head hit the stone and started to bleed. What just happened? He rubbed his arm painfully. He was rattled, with a whole smattering of bruises and a nasty bump on his elbow. His hips, shoulder, and head were going to be sore in the morning, but he would be alright. That's when he heard a shrieking of pain inside his head. Kleimeeth!

A shower of stone and rubble had fallen where Kleimeeth was asleep. They may have grown a lot in the last few weeks, but Kleimeeth never seemed so small. Rolling onto his knees, Daimon scrambled over to her.
"Kleimeeth! Shells! Are you hurt?" He brushed dust and rubble off her face.
Not too badly, D'mon. she said, although her eyes were yellow in distress, and pain radiated from her mind into his. I seem to be trapped though.

As he got a closer look, Daimon could see the problem. The wall had started to destabilize, and although it hadn't completely collapsed yet, it had dumped a whole load of stones and ceiling beams over them. One of these was pinning Kleimeeth in place. If it had been Daimon, he would have been crushed. He moved in close and put a shoulder to the beam that was trapping her there, but it wouldn't budge. It looked like the walls were sagging into each other and might fall down at any moment. This was bad.

As he was starting to worry, Daimon heard a scratching on their door, and suddenly remembered the rest of the weyrlings.
"Hey! Hey! In here!" he shouted.
It's Veniath. Kleimeeth informed him. But she was not so keen on letting her clutchmate inside. She didn't want her siblings to see her like this. And besides, they could think of a way out of here themselves. She was sure of it!

But Daimon was in no mood to be prideful. He left her side just long enough to pull open the door. He was surprised to find a dragon behind it, and not a rider. He glanced around the door and noticed Paige behind her. "Kleimeeth's stuck." he told them, trying to keep his voice calm and straightforward. "Can you get help?"

When R'yn felt the floor shaking beneath him, at first he wondered what had Gereth so flustered: the bronze had been taken to pacing the weyrling barracks due to his' behavior. After a moment's glance, he recognized the situation and sent orders to evacuate as soon as possible with as little as possible. Belongings could be replaced. People and dragons were their priority.

Orthoth asks for coordinates, Gereth rumbled, craning his neck to glance at his rider. Here? The bronze sent an image of the mountainside. Here would be a safe spot. At R'yn's confirmation, the bronze sent the coordinates to Orthoth. Take the wings here, he said. It is the safest place on the island. The damage has not reached there. Be quick! Before there is another one!

Ro'di

Here. Orthoth relayed the image to Ro'di and after getting confirmation, he sent it on to their riders with orders to be quick and thorough. Human and weyrling lives come first, he and Orthoth would bring supplies later. They had to stay and keep things organized and under control until the evacuation was finished. The wing was split into two groups, each lead by one of his wingseconds.

Alright. Let's go. Ro'di was as of yet oblivious to the drama in the weyrling barracks. It was just one of many. Already half his wing was full and he ordered his second to lead them between while he helped the rest prepare. Orthoth himself was kneeling, allowing people to strap hasty bundles of emergency supplies to his back.

Cai

Cai was in the infirmary. When wasn't he? He had his own room as a journeyman and with as few possessions as he had, it wasn't like there wasn't room for a small dragonling. It was even on the ground level so no stairs or cliffs could impede any traffic. Unfortunately, it was not one of the buildings deep within the sturdy mountain walls. Like the Weyrling barracks, it had an external addition that had been built later. Heavy slate slabs made up the roof, supported by an impressive network of heavy wooden beams. It was a safe structure under any normal circumstance, but a quake as severe as this one proved to be too much for the man made shelter.

A beam slipped. The outer corner of the infirmary crumbled into rubble. Cai screamed. At the first puff of dust from the shifting roof, Cai had flung himself over Genith, covering the small blue with his own body and as a consequence, the wooden beam had come down on his leg. FOCUS Cai mentally shouted in desperation even as a blood-curdling scream of pain tore it's way out of his throat. Genith couldn't panic! Cai's mind automatically walled off the pain from his leg, a euphoric feeling of disconnect replacing any sense of his body. The only thing he could know at that moment was Genith. There. Underneath him. Looking at him. Eyes grey. White. NO! Yellow. There! Focus! Stay!

Genith keened. Held by a tenuous thread of command from his. Fear and his rider's disoriented and shocked mind made the small blue tremble, his own going blank. Still. There was the command. The order. Stay. Don't move. Don't go. Stay.

((Another victim for those bold enough!))

Paige

Venaith hummed, shifting her weight side to side as she looked for a way to free the green. She looked up at Daimon and thrummed despite not speaking with the young man she hoped he would be reassured. She would do what she could! Tell yours that mine comes. She found the Weyrlingmaster. With that Venaith dropped her wings low to her sides and lowered herself to the ground. She was larger than the green, and there wasn't much room on either side of her, but she shuffled forward on the side where the beam stuck higher into the air. If she could wedge herself in there, maybe she could push it up enough for Kleimeeth to get out or at least to make her a little more comfortable till more help came.

With her wings tucked out of the way, she just managed to get her shoulders under the edge of the beam. Forelegs and neck had fit fine, but the rest of her was just too much. Maybe being larger wasn't always better. Still, she had to try! Venaith pressed against the ground shoving her shoulders up and forward into the beam. Whether she made a difference or not was hard to tell. She was only a month old after all, not exactly at full strength just yet.

Venaith what are you doing?! Paige could feel Venaith straining to do something, but she couldn't tell what. Had more of the room collapsed? Paige gripped T'rel's arm, a distant look of terror clouding her eyes as she tugged him in the direction of the barracks and Daimon's weyr. "She's trying to help!"

Wen

Wen and Wyleth made it outside to the Weyrbowl without injury and into pure chaos it seemed. He slipped from T'rel's sight, settling a bit away with his blue and looked about, eyes half closed.

Wyleth tipped his head, body relaxing on the sands. His golden sister was in danger.

Wen snorted, hearing a flicker of sarcasm. He glanced about, looking over the people. They were missing people. Wen requested.

Wyleth snorted and shifted, sprawling out on the warm sands.

"A lever, clever." Jemi moved forward, setting in next to the young man and put her hands over the splintery wood. "Get going Veniath. You need to get out. We have it." She breathed and leaned down, pushing her weight and strenght down on the wood.


Irith

The large hefty green reached the open air of the Weyrbowl and moved swiftly to the smaller blue and his partner. Wen and Wyleth were both well known.

Wyleth shifted. He wiggled, inviting his green sister.