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Holding Tight

Writers: Devin, Paula
Date Posted: 17th June 2017

Characters: A'dryn, B'jon
Description: A'dryn and B'jon find each other after the disaster.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 12, day 20 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Lanniya, Lenala, Im're

Amid the choas, Nalarith took her rider /between/ to a distant beach
where they'd spent a few restdays. It felt like the world was ending
and A'dryn could only think of getting away from the collapsing Weyr.
He couldn't see through his tears. Nalarith was keening, that terrible
sound vibrating
through A'dryn's bones. }:Vilarth,:{ the green repeated, her mindvoice
heavy with grief.

**Lenala...** A'dryn choked on a sob. She was like family to him and
now, and now...

Was Lanniya okay? Wait, she was safe at Dolphin Cove, far away from
all this. **B'jon, where is he?
Where is Denenth?**

}:Denenth where are you?:{

}: Here, :{ Denenth replied and sent her the image of plateu above the
Weyr, where lot of confused and scared people were milling around.
Denenth herself was circling above the Weyr with many other dragons.
She also added an image of blue dragon being swept away by the
tsunami. }; I knew him. We flew in same Wing, :{ The green's voice was

}:We come.:{ Nalarith followed the image and in a few moments they
were at the plateau. A'dryn slid off as soon as the green landed and
went running toward B'jon.

B'jon was just standing there, perhaps bit shell-shocked. His face was
pale. He and Denenth had been helping to evacuate the lower caverns.
Around him, people were crying, weeping and looking for loved ones.

A'dryn collapsed against B'jon, clinging to the other rider, sobbing.
"You're safe. You're safe."

"A'dryn! Thank Faranth! So many people...Im're...Vilarth" B'jon just
embraced hm tightly and sobbed. B'jon's life had always been
relatively easy. The only death in his family he could remember was
grandmother, and she had been very old.

"Lenala," A'dryn choked out. He didn't even know _what_ had happened,
only that his friend and her dragon were both gone.

"She couldn't leave the eggs, Vilarth that is," B'jon said. "And she
couldn't leave Vilarth." He didn't need to say who he was talking
about. "All those unhatched baby dragons."

A'dryn knew he should care about the lost eggs, but instead he blamed
them. Those eggs had cost him a good friend. Lenala had been one of
the few people to go out of their way to be kind to A'dryn. "It so
unfair." _Life_ was unfair. He understood that every time they lost a
dragonpair to Thread, but this was different. Golds were protected,
they faced the least danger. They certainly weren't supposed to be
crushed to death under a collapsing Weyr.

"Yes, it's terribly unfair," B'jon agreed. He straightened and wiped
his eyes. "What happens now?"

A'dryn looked around. What he wanted to do was curl up and cry until
he had no more tears left. "I... I suppose we figure out what we can
do to help."

The call for able bodied dragonriders to do sweeps along the coast
came in just then.
"Perhaps we should volunteer for that?" B'jon suggested. "Might help
if we do something to keep our minds out of it." Of course, there was
also risk running into more tragedies and death when surveying the
destruction left in tsunami's wake.

"That sounds like a good idea. As long as we can stay together."
A'dryn didn't want to be separated from B'jon right now. Sweeprides
were often done in pairs, so that shouldn't be a problem.

"Yes, let's stay together," B'jon replied.

A'dryn took B'jon's hand and squeezed it. "Let's go find out where
they need us."

Last updated on the July 4th 2017

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