Raxalin in Claiming The Crown

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Raxalin's Account of Claiming The Crown
Month 11, Day 27, Turn 2761, Late Morning, Clear Skies

Raxalin;

She put her hands to her chest, her eyes wildly glancing around, noticing that she wasn’t the only one reacting to… whatever it was. She caught the glance of a young man that had been working on salves looking her way and she felt her gaze trapped by his, until he made a move toward her, at least she thought he had, and suddenly she was fleeing away out of the room where they’d been doing inventory on Mavros’ herbs.

Raxalin had never minded the safe interior of the Weyr, but now the dark cave walls seemed to be closing in on her, and her sharding heart wouldn’t stop crashing around wildly in her rib cage. She needed air, she needed sunlight, she needed to get out. She was out of breath and her legs gave out from under her as she finally made it outside. Her eyes blinked at the ground under her – on her hands and knees, a bag of herbs in one hand that had caught her fall. She pushed herself to a sitting position and took a deep breath, people around her were pointing and there were even some screams of the few who had realized what was happening, and her eyes followed just in time to see a glint of gold falling and then disappearing.

The keening reverberated through her and she felt chills go down her spine and arms. She dropped the bag of herbs, her face buried in her hands, as if they could hide her from the terrible noise. Every time, not failing, the sound made tears well up in her eyes as she remembered the sound and terrifying screams that had happened in the past. This keening was for a gold though, and it was as if it were louder, more intense, and she let out a sob that shook her as the memory passed through her memory. After a couple of moments she could feel her heart rate speeding up again, but she was too distracted by grief for it have it’s grasp on her reality.

After a few calming breaths, repeating to herself what she would to a grief stricken patient, she looked up – but the flight was over, her body still reacting to the strong emotions of the gold flight as the two parted. Her eyes narrowed, sniffling again, realizing that her father’s bronze would have been flying this flight, and Karredy had stepped down… her eyes widened, standing up, as if it would push her higher into the sky and recognize the bronze that had split away from the gold. Maybe her mother would know, not realizing that perhaps her mother was otherwise engaged during the strong emotions of the flight as well. She was on her way in when a fractured thought reminded her that she had carried something in her hand on the way out, her hand feeling empty. Her legs still felt like jelly from the running they weren’t used to, and so she walked and picked up the bag and turned to go back inside. She brought the herb bag to her face and took a breath, and then took a deeper breath when she realized she had grabbed lavender, it’s soothing scent already relaxing her mind as she hugged herself.

The walls around her felt safe again and she dropped off the bag before going off to search for her mother, or someone who would know who had won the flight, surely there were rumors of it already floating around the Weyr.