A Night to Remember (3)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Sia, Heather, Avery
Date Posted: 22nd November 2024
Characters: Zehva, Rasme, Aydhan, K'ran
Description: The leadership of Barrier Lake Weyr respond to Kapera’s emergency.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 2, day 7 of Turn 12
The celebration was officially over, because the Weyrleaders had given the wrap-up speech and dismissed the event. Of course, it was a Weyr party, so the weyrfolk would continue to stay up and celebrate, and guests from other Weyrs who had dragon transport would stay around and leave on their own. So, really, all that 'over' meant was it was time for the dignitaries from Holds and Hall to be returned to their homes.
K’ran was saying goodbye to the most prominent Hold and Hall dignitaries and getting them to their transport riders. Rogueth was sitting up on the hydro plant, supervising the comings and goings from nearby. A draconic scream rang out, followed by another one. }:Riyanth's rider is being attacked!:{ Rogueth yelled at his rider, taking wing to respond to the disturbance on the cliffs.
K'ran's vision was suddenly overlaid by his dragon's far better eyesight, and he staggered on the ground at the sight. Riyanth was on her weyrledge, eyes whirling in red but hide dull - bronze Kopth was wrapping himself around her in an attempt to comfort her - Rogueth and other bronzes and golds were converging on the ledge, drawn by their queen’s agitation.
**What’s happening?** he asked.
}:Kopth’s rider found an intruder - Riyanth’s is injured - Kenirath’s is incoming.:{
Then Riyanth screamed again, this time not a battle cry of rage but an unearthly keen of despair and loss. Before their horrified eyes, the senior queen shoved herself off the ledge, shaking Kopth off like he was nothing, barreling through the crowd of dragons that reached for her, and disappeared /between/.
Later, K’ran wouldn’t be able to say if the reaction was instantaneous, or if there was a long beat of stunned silence. Then Weyr echoed with the keens and screams of dragons reeling at the loss of their Weyrwoman, their senior queen, the heart of their Weyr.
A hand landed on his shoulder, a weyrling brownrider whose name K’ran couldn’t immediately recall who looked at him with frightened eyes. Next to him stood his presumed partner for the evening, an older brownrider named G’varit with a laid-back temperament.
“Sir, what do we do?”
Duty overrode shock. He wanted to close the Weyr, but he wasn’t Weyrleader, or Weyrwoman. It wasn’t his decision, and even if Rogueth was the Weyrleader’s bronze, couldn’t enforce it. The golds could, though.
“Get the guests who need transport out seated at a table. Tell them to wait. I don’t care who they are.. The golds will tell us what to do next,” he ordered G’varit, who saluted and ran off.
Aydhan stood, frozen in place. Horror and fear and panic were like ice in her veins. In one moment she was laughing and talking with the eldest daughter of the Lord of Barrier Lake, who had been loath to leave when her father and mother had begun the short trek home. Riyanth's screams cut through everything. Tymborikath was around her, with her, but also she was there where Riyanth no longer was. More needed to be done. The messages between dragon and rider were Threadfall-fast, more images and emotions than sentences and words, forming into information as Aydhan focused.
Kenirath. A dragonhealer was on their way. They needed a healer too, and she was already rushing towards the weyrs before the idea was half-formed and relayed.
}: Piketh! :{ Tymborikath called in Aydhan's stead, }: Mine is going to Riyanth's. :{
}:Mine says a healer is on the way. I am with the Weyrlings.:{ Piketh replied, her voice, an echo of Rasme’s, sounding firm and tense.
There was general panic in the dining area. Those who were dragonriders had the benefit of Tymborikath’s strident, commanding presence, but those who weren’t dragonriders had no one to fill them in.
Rasme leaped to the top of a table to be seen over the crowd. “Quiet!” It took a moment, but a hush fell over those gathered. “Something has happened to the Weyrwoman,” she raised a hand to silence the interjection of questions. “I cannot tell you any details. All you need to know is that, for now, no one can leave. Guests who were transported to the Weyr, will wait at your tables. As soon as we are able, you will be returned home. Kitchen staff,” she looked to the drudges and Headwoman, “please take care of our guests until then. I must ask that you all remain calm.”
**How are the Weyrlings?** Rasme asked as she hopped down from the table.
}:Upset, but I am with them. They are not going anywhere. Xmrenth’s and Raileth’s are with them in the barracks.:{
**Tell Aydhan I’m on my way to her.**
“Zehva? Where are you heading?” Rasme said, spotting the healer.
“D’kere sent word to the infirmary that I should come quickly.” She held her healer’s bag in her hand.
“Good. We’ll go together.” As they raced toward the Weyrwoman’s weyr, Rasme feared that the situation was far beyond that of a healer to fix.
Last updated on the December 8th 2024