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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 18, 2007 14:27:52 GMT -5
It was early morning, a clear, beautiful day. The air smelled of autumn, crisp and fresh. Theo loved autumn, and she reflected on it as she lounged in the weyrbowl, comfortable as a feline would be in her position lying back on a sun-warmed rock with Nanny asleep on her stomach.. The area was nearly deserted. Most riders were training or some such (or lazing about, the wretches) and the workers were... well... working. Ah, yes, autumn was undoubtedly her favorite season; perfect and fresh. The Weyrwoman tipped her head back toward the sky. What a lovely color... clear blue. Winter was the season when everyone got ill- ugh, headcolds, how terrible- and spring and summer were just... hot, hot, and more hot. Nasty- though she did like the spring rains.
A point of color appeared in the sky, and the peace was shattered.
Screaming. Screaming, screaming- all she could hear was screaming. She yelped and fell off the rock, sending Nanny tumbling and screeching to the ground.
"Ah....!" She clutched at the sides of her head, trying desperately to get back to her feet. Around her, the dragons were in an uproar, sent to a panic by the distress of their brother. Lykath leapt off her perch, rushing to Shinth's aid, should he need it, but the Yellow wasn't falling, precicely. His movements were erratic and desperate, absolutely confused and frightened.
By the time Theo had managed to get herself upright, Shinth had nearly landed.
"Shinth!" she yelled, voice hoarse as she tried to be heard above the pandemonium. "Shinth! What are you-?"
But all she could get from his mind was terror.
There was movement as R'hel struggled with the harness. Something slipped off the dragon's back and landed on the ground with a sickening crunch. Screaming started up.
It was Baran.
The Healer's body was stark white, spattered with blood. His eyes were open and staring.
Oh Faranth...
Without thinking, Theo ran to Shinth's side just as R'hel tumbled out of his straps. Theo reached out automatically and caught him. For a moment, he looked up at her with glazed, wild eyes; as she stared back in horror, the light faded, and he was as dead as his partner.
The keen started up, and Shinth pushed off into the air. Within a moment, he was gone.
"R'hel!" It was K'lian, clawing through the crowd. "R'hel!"
"NO!" Theo screamed. "STAY BACK!" It was the disease, it was the disease; why had Shinth come back?!
"Lykath, keep them away!" If they came too close, they would get it, they would die- in a sudden shock of horror, Theo dropped R'hel's body and watched with terrible detachment as his head cracked on the rock. "Keep everyone away!" She was going to die, she was going to die- she just had to keep everyone else away, didn't she- if they came close, they would die- Lykath rushed forward and spread her wings protectively in front of Hers and the bodies, shrieking at those who came too close.
The world was ending.
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Post by blacklight on Oct 18, 2007 14:57:04 GMT -5
The early morning was never seen by a pair of dark eyes, as they were always closed in slumber. Even with the light breeze wafting in from the dragon ledge, C'rin was far too comfortable to bother noticing that breeze, and curled up serenely in his sheets. It was the only time of day that he looked serene. And as Weyrleader, he'd decided he was allowed to sleep in and not have to go to any sort of training, what a wretch. Mith was lounging on his couch, head turned to the skies. It was a beautiful day, and not even his rider's bad mood would spoil it for him. A tiny yellow flitter was splayed out on the Darkness' back, wheezing little snores as he twitched. The yet unnamed Mist was curled up near C'rin's head, as she'd taken an uncharacteristic liking to him, and seemed to enjoy tormenting him as much as the Lykath enjoyed tormenting Hers.
The little Mist (she really needs a name) balanced precariously on the Weyrleader's pillow before pouncing on his face, tiny claws pricking into skin. With a yelp he was up, grabbing for her and yanking her off his face. "Ouch! Off, off, off you dratted thing! Get off!" he groaned, and carelessly tossed her back onto the bed. Her wings flared out before she touched down and glided over to the much more agreeable Darknesss. C'rin muttered and ran a hand over his face, starting to climb back into bed when it happened.
Mith startled, immediately lunging out of the ledge, emitting a painful noise into his rider's head. The man gasped and nearly toppled over, not having expected that. Mith! MITH. STOP. But the Darkness wouldn't. C'rin stuggled out of bed again, grabbing for clothes and moving to peer out from the ledge. He waved furiously at the Darkness. Get back here and take me to whatever is going on. Now. His tone left little room for arguement, and Mith was going that direction anyway. He made a stop to pick up His and soon they were settled away from the chaos. Even before they'd landed, he'd known what was going on, had seen Shinth.
With a groan he slid off of the Darkness and ambled over to the crowd that was forming. His head hurt from all the screaming and keening and what-have-you, and he was starting to get irritable. Yes, okay, having Shinth back was not a good sign, but that was nothing to get hysterical about.
As he moved closer, the yellow suddenly bolted into the sky and was gone. The keening that Mith put up was horrid, and the Weyrleader tried to block it out. Okay, that meant R'hel was dead. That was bad. But he'd never liked the man anyway, he tried to calm himself. Without Shinth's body i nthe way, he noticed Baran. A hand clapped over his mouth to help prevent the need to gag. C'rin had to look away, feeling sick. Was that...was that what the sickness did to people?
Mine!
C'rin heard Mith, but refused to acknowledge it. He knew what the sudden distress was over. Even as the Darkness continued to keen for the loss of his brother, he knew the deep anguish wasn't for Shinth, R'hel or Baran.
It was for the other two next to those dead bodies.
C'rin was going to be sick. So very sick. Where one might have expected him to get angry and take charge, he simply hugged himself and breathed depply, trying to get a hold on that nausia that was building in his stomach. Maybe if he didn't look it wouldn't be true. You've got to do something, Mine![/color] Mith prodded, more in touch with reality than his rider at that moment. And his rider knew it was true. He'd have to look sometime, have to do something about it before things got even more out of control. So with a swallow he looked over at Theo. That swallow never happened, due to the way his throat constricted painfully.
But even now C'rin was not the kind to cry or grieve in front of others. Not to mention the stubborn hope that the disease wasn't as bad as R'hel had made it out to be. Though, looking at Baran made that hope shrink. MINE. Once again the Darkness snapped him out of his panic, and he breathed once more before stepping up to do something.
"Get the shard away from there!" he snapped at Izzy, who had decided to creep a little too close. The Silverrider started and backed off, looking like she might be sick in a few minutes. C'rin snarled, no longer in any sort of mood to tolerate disobediance. "Make yourself useful and get people back into the Weyr, will you? If this sickness is airborne, then we could all get it by just standing around." Izzy nodded with wide eyes and scurried off to get out of his way. C'rin told a few others the same thing and then turned to look at Theo.
He wasn't exactly close enough to speak to her, so he had Mith bespeak Lykath. Mine requests that you remove the bodies from the proximity of the Weyr. the Darkness was mumbling, as if he was loathe to send the message. C'rin looked sour, arms crossed and glaring. But he was hurting, something Theo might be able to notice from the way Mith was speaking. He shot a glance at the Darkness, and the dragon sighed. Mine also requests that you stay outside of the Weyr, as you have been in contact with the sickness.[/color]
With his message delivered, C'rin turned his back on Theo and went about yelling at curious riders and Weyrdwellers, wanting them as far away from the disease as possible.
E'ren had much of the same idea, and had already sequestered most of his Candidates to the Barracks, rushing out to help get the rest of the Weyr away from those bodies.
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Post by Fia on Oct 18, 2007 15:28:58 GMT -5
Fia and Beneath were (for once) NOT plotting any revenge and/or mischief. Nope, Fia was non-caffienated and Beneath was contentedly humming nonsense about his precious little squishies (Fia's flits, minus Scout).
Then Beneath screamed something like:
LOOK! THE BRIGHT BUT GLOOMY ONE IS BACK FROM THE SICK PEOPLES! Huh? OH MY GOSH, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIEEEE!
K'rion had been sound asleep -by the Lake, actually, having come down to chill with Marinoth- when his Spector screamed something like:
Mine! Look! Shinth! Look at him! He's...OH FARANTH, WHAT ON PERN?!
Then the Yellowrider died and all Pernified Hell broke loose.
Both dragons keened for the Yellow, but not for long. Neither hadreally know him, he'd just been... there.
K'rion raced towards the shrieking Mist and the Darkness, ducking around people who were in the way.
Fia, meanwhile, also raced towards them, knocking aside people who got in the way.
They both got there at the same time and yelled simultaneously "HOW ON PERN DID THIS HAPPEN?!" With confused glances at each other, both teenagers shrugged and looked back at at the dead bodies, then the Weyrleaders.
Their dragons watched, but said nothing.
"What can I do?" Fia demanded, voice tight with worry.
"And what can I do?" K'rion asked, more politely.
Get AWAY from there, Marinoth suggested.
Yes, what he said. Get away.
Shut up, they snapped to their respective dragons.
"Besides get out of the way," Fia added blithely.
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Post by Jeni on Oct 18, 2007 15:47:05 GMT -5
L'tarel had been on the other side of the weyrbowl, and had seen the whole thing. And it certainly wasn't pretty. Sonith added his panicky, brassy roar in with the rest as Shinth appeared. L'tarel wanted to do something to help, but that idea was put to a halt as soon as Shinth suddenly went between and Sonith's keen was heard among the rest of the dragons. L'tarel winced at his bronzes distress as it mixed with his own. R'hel was dead. This was very bad. But, at Theo's orders, he didn't move any closer. Instead, he noticed a few people around him looking over and ushered them back into the weyr.
Sonya was awakened by Death's sudden bugle at R'hel and Shinth's return. She had been sleeping, quite restlessly actually. Over the past few days she hadn't felt well at all, and had been trying to get some rest. Not that it was working. She was still tired and felt pretty moody, especially in the mornings. Death's death keen really got her going and she scrambled to the egde of her weyr, dragging the bedsheet behind her. Clasping a hand over her mouth in horror, she couldn't believe what she saw. And she felt sick. Even more so than she already did. Theo had told her about the disease, and how awful it was. And now it was here... Oh god, what now?!
L'rian also decided that now was not the best time to cause mischief. Sure, usually he was all for it no matter what, but, there were just times he knew that it wasn't the right time. This was NOT good. He had already seen enough death in his life, and seeing this one just brought back a few bad memories that he wished not to dwell on. He immediately knew that this was REALLY bad, and that this disease was going to cause a LOT of trouble. And he wanted nothing to do with it. He saw Fia, over near Theo of all places. And he DID NOT want to lose his trusted Partner in Crime and the second half of his team, The Streamriders of Chaos. He quickly went over and tried to get her to leave with him. He didn't want anyone to catch whatever this disease was. "Fia, please, we have to leave." He practically pleaded, tugging on her shirt sleeve as Brookth waited nearby, wanting L'rian safely out of harm's way.
Z'them was horrified by the scene, and was quite worried about the outbreak of the disease. He wasted no time in getting back to his own weyr with Lilith.
Jilath made the smart choice and went back into the weyr as L'tarel ushered her and the group she was with.
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 18, 2007 15:49:54 GMT -5
Just stay away. There is nothing you can do. Lykath's tone was commanding, and she shoved away all those who had ventured too close with her wings.
"That was the plan," Theo replied distantly, still staring at the shells of her friends. Dazed, she heard nothing but the words from the Weyrleader. The moment she realized what she had done, she knew that she would have to leave. She didn't have to be told. And it wasn't as though she hadn't expected such a reaction- C'rin didn't even like any of them. Shards, she was surprised he cared enough to give the proper orders... But she would have liked to think that someone, at least, was the least bit upset...
How selfish, she realized. She wanted someone to mind that she was going to die when so many others were in so much danger. She rid herself resolutely of the thought.
From the distance, she met Sonya's gaze.
Lykath, tell Sonya and Death that they'll have to take over. She could have spoken to Death herself... But she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Everything was over- this was just... very, very, very bad. She didn't mind dying so much herself, but she was horrified at the thought of Lykath. If Theo died, then Lykath would go between. She loved Lykath. How could she let anything happen to Lykath?
Of course. Death, you and Yours must take care of the Weyr. Mith- make sure everyone stays away. More in control of herself than her rider, Lykath tried to keep it all business. We will take them to the old abandoned settlements. Remind everyone to stay in the Weyr. Do not let anyone else get sick, Mith. Come, Mine. The Mist's voice gentled; Hers was clearly in great distress. She was only a human, and it was harder on her than it was on a dragon, who looked to the present and soon forgot the past.
"I know," Theo replied, shaking herself. Her voice turned steely. She would not fall apart over this. She would not fall apart over anything. Ever. "I'm going to strap them to your harness, all right?"
Why do you not let me carry them in my claws? Lykath was revolted at the thought of Hers touching the bodies again.
"The damage is done, Lykath. And they deserve good treatment." The fact that they were dead made no difference. What remained of Baran and R'hel was strapped carefully in, despite Lykath's protests, and they winged away.
What Theo couldn't understand was why Shinth had come back.
Lykath understood.
Mine, she said, the Healer- Baran- must have told Shinth and R'hel not to come back no matter what once he got sick. But when he died and R'hel was ill, Shinth must have panicked. He returned to the Weyr for help- it is what I would have done, orders or no.
And then there was nothing left but looking forward to burying them- wait.
Lykath?
Yes, Mine?
I think we should try something. Do you... could you take us between? It would probably be best if I could drop them there. R'hel would have wanted it, and so would Baran, if for different reasons- R'hel would have wanted to be with Shinth, and Baran would not have wanted the bodies around anywhere.
I do not know that that will work, Mine.
We should try.
Hesitation.
...All right.
Clenching her teeth, Theo pulled the bodies toward her and leaned them over Lykath's back. Once all that was holding the remains of the pair was Theo's hand, they flickered between.
It took concentration in the nothingness, but Theo let go.
When they reappeared over the settlements, only the Queen and her rider were left.
At least the rest of the Weyr was safe.
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Mine, Mine, stop that! Faith had swooped into the weyrbowl, snatching K'lian from where he was still trying to get at the place he had seen R'hel's body. R'hel was dead, R'hel was dead. How could that happen? R'hel was his brother. R'hel couldn't die. He had survived so much, for so long, he had saved K'lian from everything, how could he die? He couldn't, he couldn't, it didn't make any sense.
Mine, stop struggling. Faith's voice was impatient. He had keened when Shinth died; wasn't that enough? Who cared? One less Yellow, two less humans? They didn't matter. It did bother him that K'lian was so upset. Even he couldn't stand to see His in this state...
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Raiden was frightened, for a moment, that the strain was too much for Adath. The Storm was thrashing about on his ledge, bellowing his distress. Pain erupted in Raiden's own chest as Adath's heart rate accelerated beyond safe zones, and it took the girl flinging herself at her dragon's massive face to calm him down.
"Please, Adath, please, please, calm down, it's all right, it's all right-"
But it was a lie.
It wasn't all right.
And Raiden had the horrible, sneaking suspicion that nothing would ever be all right again. If the disease caught...
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Bel had made the mistake of taking the children out for a morning walk. When the Yellow descended, she tried to hustle them away, but there were so many of them. It was a miracle she could even balance them all in her grip.
Most were silent as Bel took them back into the Weyr, but as the door closed behind them Teydrin looked back over her caretaker's shoulder and, for the first time in her life, started to cry. It was a singularly disturbing kind of crying for a baby- completely silent. Bel only realized it when her shoulder had soaked through, and she couldn't understand it. The child was only a baby. None of the others even close to her age had any idea what was going on.
Bel attributed it to coincidence.
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Fia
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Post by Fia on Oct 18, 2007 16:10:32 GMT -5
Fia looked up as L'rian tugged on her sleeve. "Huh?"
Please, Mine, do as he says, Beneath pleaded, fleetingly sane. I do not want you to get sick!
Feh, I'd survive, I'm tougher than y'all think!
Rubbish, it's hardly a matter of strength! Will you take a chance with MY life?
She hesitated, then nodded, though at L'rian, rather than Beneath. "You're right. Hey, you." She poked K'rion. "C'mon, move it."
The boy glanced once more at the dead men, then nodded and followed the Streamriders away.
Marinoth promptly began to scold him for listening to some girl rather than him. K'rion ignored him.
"Whadda you think happened?" he muttered.
"No clue," Fia replied shortly.
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Post by Jeni on Oct 18, 2007 16:21:37 GMT -5
L'rian gave an audible sigh of relief as they left and were a good distance away, and he let go of Fia's arm. "I'm not exactly sure, but I know it's not good." He said to both of them, answering the question. "It's gotta be something to do with that deadly disease." Just thinking about it was horrible. Sure, he wasn't a fan of the quarantine, but, now he knew why it had been necessary.
Sonya had caught Theo's eye and immediately understood somehow, even before Lykath's message. She was in charge now. Sure, she had been prepared for it, but had never expected it to happen. She was very worried about Theo though, more than the task ahead of her. Theo could NOT die. She just couldn't. She sincerely hoped Theo would be alright. But, for right now, she had to focus on the weyr.
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Post by blacklight on Oct 18, 2007 20:34:12 GMT -5
C'rin had little patience left to deal with anyone who had heard his order to get inside the Weyr and then decide to not follow it. He was already distraught enough over Theo's situation - not that he was letting anyone see that emotion - that having Fia and K'rion ask what they could do was almost too much. Mith himself was much too agonized to provide any good feelings or force a calmed state onto His. It was probably for the best that he sputtered something and didn't articulate that before L'rian came to drag them away. The Weyrleader might have shoved both the Streamrider and Spectorrider at Theo and let the disease have them.
But they wre dragged off and C'rin let out a sigh as he turned on E'ren, who had just joined him. "What are you doing so close?" the Darknessrider snapped at him. The Bluerider pursed his lips and started dragging the Weyrleader away.
"If I'm too close, then so are you. And you're the Weyrleader," he reminded him, one of the few level-headed left in this chaos. C'rin couldn't argue with that, but twisted around to stare at Theo and Lykath. His eyes narrowed as he watched her load the bodies onto her dragon, nose wrinkling at the thought of her being in contact with the disease like that. Handing those bodies...she shouldn't have to do that. It sohuld have been his job. C'rin slumped in the Bluerider's arms clinging to him for a moment before shoving him away and striding over to Sonya once he spotted her. E'ren chose wisely not to comment about what just happened and wandered over to the sick Silverrider.
"Sonya!" her name sounded strangled on his lips, though his face gave very little away. If anything, he looked a bit dead. It was a bit surprising that he even knew the Goldrider's name. He knew her name, but not that Theo had already contacted her. Uttering her name had been his reminder to himself that he needed to speak with her now. Not that Sonya would have heard him from where he stood in the Weyrbowl. But he stared at her a moment before turning to E'ren, who wasn't there. He was helping Izzy back into the Weyr. C'rin wrinkled his nose again and wrapped his arms around himself, staring back at where Theo had been.
Mith...can you stop that? he groaned, casting a glance at the dragon. Mith stopped keening, but kept his defeated stance. Can't you just be happy like you usually are? Even as he asked, he knew the Darkness would not be normal for a long while. Not now that he'd lost Lykath. But at least the dragons had a shorter memory than humans. C'rin...wait. Why was he already thinking like Theo was dead? Mith never answered, just slumped on the ground until His kicked at his claw. "Come on," he snapped aloud, moving to shove at the dragon.
His efforts were lost on the bulk of the Darkness, but Mith hefted himself up anyway, dipping to allow his rider to climb into his harness. He sat there for a moment, running a hand through his messy hair, glaring down at anyone still left in the Bowl. "Inside!" he snapped at them, too. There'd be some sort of meeting for sure, but for now he couldn't just sit around. He had to get away.
Moments later he stumbled back into his and Theo's weyr, leaning against a wall and staring at the floor. He didn't want to go out and face anyone, didn't want to have to see anyone. Mine...[/color] even the Darkness didn't seem to have the heart to say anything else. C'rin rubbed the heel of his palm into his eyes, letting out a shuddery breath before stumbling out of the weyr to find Sonya. Mith curled up on his couch and continued to keen to himself softly.
C'rin slumped against Sonya's door for a moment before banging his head against it, rather than knocking. Yes, banging his head against a wall was typically K'lee's movement, but the pain felt good. It distracted him.
Lykath...are you and Yours fine?[/color] Mith was the first of the two to break, though C'rin had made it clear he didn't even want to think about the Weyrwoman. The Darknessrider pushed off the door in case it opened on him and sighed. Mith, don't do this... Why?[/color] the Darkness sounded uncharacteristically irritable, I know you care, so why not admit it? Why not care enough to at least ask about them?[/color] Because they're dead, Mith. They're gone. They aren't coming back! C'rin groaned and pressed his head against the cool wall. Mith rumbled, upset. They aren't yet.[/color]
What are you getting at, Mith? Want to go visit them?
There was silence on the other end, but he could tell the Darkness was considering it. And honestly, he had already done so. We can't. Unless we planned to leave the Weyr entirely. Again the silence.
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 18, 2007 20:45:37 GMT -5
We are fine, Lykath replied, eager to distract Hers with some sort of talking that she could at least listen to. The poor woman looked a bit lost without someone to shout at. Well, then there was also that little bit about the fact that she was probably going to die a really horrible death sooner rather than later, but the shouting would definitely have made her feel better.
We dumped the bodies between, the Mist informed her mate brusquely. I was a bit worried that Mine would fall off as well- silly thing didn't attach her harness properly- cue draconic glare which was promptly and completely ignored, -but we are fine.
For now, Theo added. Mith was impressionable; she didn't want to give him false hope.
Stop sulking. Oh... and tell Yours to be patient about waiting for Death's human to answer the door; she isn't feeling well and she was sleeping before this. 'This.' Lykath certainly had a talent for subject avoidance.
And, she added privately to Mith, I was eavesdropping on your half of the conversation, as was Mine, and I would appreciate if you kept Yours from referring to us as though we have already expired. It worries Mine. Not for herself, of course, she is just upset that I will die. Are humans all this silly, or does Yours worry more about dying himself? Frustration tinged her tone. She wasn't the one who was going to die of a sick.
Yes, 'a sick.' Lykath could think like that if she wanted.
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Post by blacklight on Oct 18, 2007 21:02:35 GMT -5
Mith let His listen in, if only so he wouldn't have to repeat any of it. He was too excited about hearing from Lykath to worry about taking the time to repeat. Hearing the bit about Sonya not answering, C'rin slumped to the ground and hugged himself again, burying his face in his knees. His pants smelled a bit old, but he didn't care. The smell was strong enough to keep him from crying. ...not that C'rin would ever cry, and he certainly wouldn't think about it. He just felt lost and hopeless. He couldn't lead the Weyr without Theo. He didn't want to.
I am glad both of you are fine, Mith replied sincerely, sounding relieved. If Theo had been lost between he had an idea that C'rin would have gone mad. As it was, just the thoat of it made him all the more upset, though he said nothing about it now. Mith ignored Theo's 'for now', I will try to keep Mine from thinking of you as gone, though it might be hard. If Mine cannot see Yours, it might just hurt him worse to think of Yours as alive and know he can't see her. This thought was taken almost directly from the rider's mind, as Mith would have never been able to come up with that himself.
Mith...I think all humans are just this silly, though at the moment Mine is more worried about Yours than he is anything else. Mith! The Darkness paused. Yes, Mine?
I want to see her... it was quiet, but it was impossible for Mith to miss it. But you said-I don't care, he snapped. Mith paused again. Lykath, Mine is being unreasonable.
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 18, 2007 21:09:14 GMT -5
Humans tend to do that, Lykath replied dryly. She was relieved to see that Theo, listening in, snorted at the comment.
Mine says ESPECIALLY Yours, just so you know. (But she is sad about him, too. Did our evil plan work?) The fact that one of the subjects of their ebilness was probably about to die didn't seem to factor in Lykath's mind. Or maybe she was just blocking unpleasant things. That last had been private as well, so Theo didn't get the chance to comment.
You and Death must take care of the Weyr while we are away, or Mine will explode, Lykath offered conversationally, as though she and Theo were merely on vacation. She will probably explode anyway, because she is a perfectionist, and thinks that no one can do it as well as she can. The job, that is. Snicker. Snicker snicker.
Lykath! Where had the blasted Mist gotten such a strange brain? Theo didn't even understand that last, but she was PRETTY DAMN SURE that it was some sort of innuendo that she DID NOT want to hear coming from her dragon.
And ha. Lykath's secret plan to keep Hers from sulking was WORKING! Cue maniacal laughter.
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Post by blacklight on Oct 18, 2007 21:22:58 GMT -5
But really unreasonable, the Darkness insisted, shifting on his couch. He wants me to bring him to you and Yours. Despite the disease, despite the fact he might catch it and kill the entire Weyr when he returned...he didn't care about that. It wasn't fair that he hadn't even had time to say goodbye before he could never see her again. You are thinking like she is already dead again...
C'rin shook his head. Right, they weren't dead, and the only thing keeping him from seeing her was that whole sickness thing. Maybe he wouldn't get sick? He would just yell at it until it died. Yeah, that should work.
Mith snorted at His and ignored him for the moment, already feeling better from just speaking to Lykath. I do not feel good about repeating what Mine thought about Yours being unreasonable. (But yes, I do think it worked. At least on Mine. He has not been this sad since I knew him.) The dragon rumbled, knowing of only a few other times C'rin had felt so defeated.
"Don't want to take care of the Weyr," he mumbled, slumping farther onto the gound with a sigh. Mith ignored that, too, knowing he would do it anyway. Well, Mine thinks that she does it perfectly. Running the Weyr is a hard job. C'rin didn't even catch the drift of the conversation and continued feeling sorry for himself.
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 18, 2007 21:31:33 GMT -5
Yes, that is very- Lykath was interrupted mid-agreement.
MITH, YOU TELL THAT SHARDING IDIOT THAT IF HE COMES ANYWHERE NEAR HERE I WILL PERSONALLY WRING HIS SCRAWNY NECK AND HE WON'T GET A SHARDING CHANCE TO DIE FROM THE STUPID DISEASE BECAUSE I'LL KILL HIM FIRST FOR PUTTING HIMSELF IN DANGER!
Never mind that killing him would defeat the purpose. (By the by, yell at it until it died? GOOD LORD, THEO IS INFECTING HIS BRAIN!)
(Mine says that she thinks that he is only sad because this means he will actually have to do work. Well, she only thought it and I wasn't supposed to hear, but I looooove listening to things I'm not supposed to so I heard it anyway. She is sulking. But at least now she is yelling at Yours properly!)
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Post by blacklight on Oct 18, 2007 21:42:46 GMT -5
C'rin cringed when Mith relayed Theo's reaction, but the dragon continued on as if he hadn't registered it. He knew it wouldn't stop His anyway. Well, alright then. (And I know what you mean about hearing things you shouldn't. It's great fun, isn't it? After Mine speaks with Death's human, we will come visit, because Mine will not stop moping until he gets to do what he wants. He's so childish that way.)
And yes, yell at it until it died. It sounded like a good plan at the time.
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 18, 2007 21:47:11 GMT -5
Lykath paused, thinking. (Mine will either run away or attack him if he does,) she informed him. (Run to keep him away, or attack him if he gets too close and there's nothing for it. How will he go back to the Weyr afterwards? We do not want everyone to be sick and die.)
This was an admission: she and Hers might die. It was a completely plausible possibility.
In any case, have fun talking to Death and Hers. Oh, yeah, that was gonna be real fun. Yep. 'Cause C'rin just loved talking to random women he barely knew and trying to be polite (maybe, if he felt like it) while moping. Yep. Sure. Uh-huh.
If she hadn't been so upset, Theo would have laughed at the thought of that being 'fun.' Though it would have been fun for her to watch, probably.
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