It's Bad

Writers: Paula
Date Posted: 10th November 2009

Characters: Sh'dori, Sh'lua
Description: Sh'dori learns that his grandson in Dragonsfall Weyr has been scored badly.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 2 of Turn 5

}: Galerith is coming, :{ Rahmuth informed his rider with a lazy tone.

**This early?** Sh'dori was amazed. The sun had barely turned the horizon red with dawn and he had just gotten up from his bed. He quickly pulled some clothes on and walked into the ledge, just in time to see Rahmuth make room for the blue to land.

"What brings you here so Faranth forsakenly early?" Sh'dori called when Sh'lua dismounted. He didn't fail to notice that Galerith was fully strapped and carrying a bag. Sh'lua's expression was grave, even frightened. That certainly didn't bode well.

"Dad, I need to talk with you," Sh'lua replied and wordlessly Sh'dori gestured him in.

"Early morning news are never good ones", the brownrider muttered when he followed his oldest son inside. The only place to sit on was his bed. Every other surface was covered by tools and wood works in various stages of making. "What is it, son?"

"Remember Cebene?" Sh'lua started after taking a deep breath.

"Of course I do. You two were mated for quite a few turns and she gave me my first grand-son," Sh'dori replied.

"She sent me a word. C'lua was scored in yesterday's Fall. It's bad."

Sh'dori gasped. "How bad?"

"Very. So badly they are not sure if he will live," Sh'lua's voice showed how upset he was. "So, I'm going to Dragonsfalls Weyr and might stay there a while, until we know what happens with C'lua. My son needs me. And Cebene and Shaene too. I've already settled it with my wingleader."

"Of course you go. You must," Sh'dori said matter-of-factly. Every time one his children got Scored, he was first one at their sickbed. Even when it wasn't serious. "Just keep me informed, okay? He is my grandson too," he asked.

"Naturally, dad. Galerith can send the message to Rahmuth."

"I just hope Rahmuth doesn't garble it," Sh'dori murmured. "I'll probably drop by to visit him too," he continued.

Sh'lua nodded. There was pain in his eyes. "Dad! I might lose my son!" he suddenly cried out. Sh'dori wrapped arm around his son's shoulders and hold him close until the bluerider had his wits gathered back together. "I better go now," he said after the while.

"Let me know what happens," Sh'dori reminded him again. He walked him to the ledge and watched him to leap to Galerith's back. His mind and his heart followed with the blue and his son when they blinked to /between/.

Last updated on the November 16th 2009

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