Post by Alyx on Feb 25, 2018 22:37:39 GMT -5
Rachel – Blue Aslith
K'var and Brown Kabutenth / E'rik and Brown Anatath
It was a rare moment for Rachel to be home. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t scooted off again; off into the blue skies. Probably because A’zael, bless is idiot heart, and made it a bit hard to Search properly at the moment. Already, rumors and stories had spread of the drunken show at the Feast, but at the same time – she was pretty sure that the damn stories were being blown totally out of proportions. She hadn’t been at the Feast, but at the same time, she doubted highly that the Bronzer had run bare naked, drunker than a lost harper, threw the party. Even THAT was a bit much for him.
She was sorting clothing, dirty from clean, and repacking her travel packs in the quiet of her weyr when Aslith’s head came up and he lauched, full power from the ledge he’d been resting. Rach froze, feeling the rage and panic in her Dragon. ‘Asli-‘ Instantly, he pulled her into his mind, and she felt the flood, panic, fear. ‘The weyrlings?’ <One of the young Browns.> She was already turning, using her Blue’s skills to focus and locate the quickest route. ‘A’zael. Now.’ Fingers closed around the handle of the knife on her bunk, yanking it free as she shot out of her weyr and down the hall, hoping to cut off whatever was going on.
<We hear you, little one. Calm and stay, calm and stay.> No no no no, we are not losing another one! ‘Aslith!!’ <Left.> Then the Blue blocked his partner, for a moment, and turned the volume on full. <FATH!! HELP!> Aslith crashed down to the ground, feet hitting hard, hoping that he’d been able to target the panicked little Brown well enough to put him close to the Weyrling in danger. Rachel picked up steep, burning the distance as best she could.
K'var and Brown Kabutenth / E'rik and Brown Anatath
K’var had been trying to teach E’rik a game his father had taught him, cause Blazes and Bones, but sadly, the other boy wasn’t getting it. K’var was just getting frustrated when Kabutenth launched into motion, scattering the cards and sending both weyrlings scrambling out of the way. “Kabutenth, what the-!” ‘Someone is attacking Gargerrith’s rider!’ K’var stopped, blinking. “What?”
“Come on.” E’rik’s voice spooked him, the pale man grabbing his elbow and dragging him with him, out the door as E’rik’s little Anatath shot past them and after Kabutenth. The Weyrlings stumbled, then the pair of boys shot after their racing dragons.