With the discovery of the eastern continent and the surprise it held, Pern has been shaken. Half the engineered clutch has hatched revealing mutations. Most disturbing of all, are the disappearances of entire Weyrs; but does it have any connection?
Currently it is the End of Summer. The weather is hot and stormy.
~Where to Begin~
~Our History~
~Dragons~
~Availability~
|
IIRLA OF GOLD IZANYCORTH
WEYRLEADER OF COLOR DRAGON
RHOSLYN OF SILVER TAZINYTH
WM OF COLOR DRAGON
CM OF COLOR DRAGON
|
Skin by Helena & Cory of ZNR
Modifications by Whisper
Characters by Members
World of Pern by Anne and Todd Mcaffrey
|
|
Welcome to Silver Falls Weyr. We hope you enjoy your visit.
You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.
Join our community!<----click that!
If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:
|
|
Touching Down (Tag: Rhos); The Sn. Weyrwoman Arrives.
|
|
Topic Started: Nov 12 2012, 01:22 AM (401 Views)
|
|
Seven
|
Nov 12 2012, 01:22 AM
Post #1
|
|
The Watcher
- Posts:
- 49
- Group:
- Global Moderators
- Member
- #2
- Joined:
- Nov 10, 2012
|
She double checked that all of her hair was tied back and suitably contained as she sat on the back of her golden dragoness. She was definitely not the largest, the strongest, or the most well mannered. She was definitely not the one she would have thought of being the most fit for this particular mission.... but... she had been chosen for it. And so she would do her duty and she would go.
Iirla turned her head to look back up to where her weyr had been. To where she had lived for the past near three turns. She gave a sigh and patted Izanycorth's neck. The gold's eyes were whirling red and yellow with agitation and worry even as she spread her wings, tipped with the palest gold color, preparing for take off, simply waiting on her rider to give the order to take off.
Alright... Let's go Iz. With that, the gold leaped into the sky with a roar and then a hiss as she took off. She was challenging fate itself. Or that was what she felt. She felt mighty and powerful with each downstroke as she flew up and outward...
We're ready. Her mindvoice was a growl of displeasure. She didn't want to go be some Senior Queen... though admittedly, the power sounded somewhat enticing. And the idea of looking after a little.... fledgeling queen color she had never heard of didn't appeal to her either. Iirla sighed. She had the image in her mind from the one given to her by their escort - a blue rider and dragon and visualized it, fixing it in her mind. Go. She told her dragon calmly... and the cold of Between enveloped them. One... Two... Three... And warmer air, sound, smells, sight... it all came back to them. The Queen looked down on her new domain, giving a hiss. this was to be her place. Where she would reside... where she would rule. But could she.... Why did she have to?
Slow spirals brought them lower and lowe,r the golden hide of a queen glinting in Rukbat's light was doubtlessly a hard sight to ignore here... where they ah not seen a golden queen in some time. That.... and of course... there would be two bronzes soon enough... if they had no arrived already or were not those about to follow her.
Iirla took in the beautiful silver waterfalls and the lovely colors of the sky and gave a sigh. So it wasn't as bad as she had made herself imagine it. IT was, at the very least, a beautiful place... Her dragoness landed near the large pool, looking up. It is... different. I am not sure I like it. The caves and the beauty is one thing... but where is my ledge? The dragoness asked irritably. Iirla sighed. "We'll deal with that when ti comes up. Just relax." Iirla told her queen, sliding down form her back to the ground below where she stood, stretching slightly, looking around, waiting for whoever it was she was supposed to meet with... and for the young Weyrling of the new queen color to come and greet her as she was certain that she was going to... That she was supposed to.
Perhaps it would be this girl and her silver that would be making the arrangements as well? Well... he didn't know for sure... she gave a little sigh. She was hoping there would be someone here who was competent... or at least wouldn't notice her nerves.
|
|
|
| |
|
Whisper
|
Nov 12 2012, 01:45 AM
Post #2
|
|
Administrator
- Posts:
- 99
- Group:
- Admins
- Member
- #1
- Joined:
- Nov 10, 2012
|
"I don't want to meet them though. Tazinyth, you're fine with just staying here right?"
Rhoslyn glared daggers at the silver queenlet who was curled up on her couch, eyes whirling red briefly as she finally moved to lift her head and tilt it slightly. There was no response however that she was willing to give, and it left her rider to snap her head back at the rider who had told her the Weyrwoman was soon to be arriving. Rhos had never asked to come here, she had not wished to impress, and she certainly did not enjoy the idea of some pompous woman and her Shiny-but Gold coming here and telling her what she was to do.
I like it no more than you Rhoslyn.
The voice was gentle, or as gentle as the dragonet's voice got, her eyes spinning more rapidly as the tip of her tail twitched. They come. It was a half-hearted statement only moments before the voices of dragons rose and echoed off the cavern walls to greet the Queen. They can welcome them instead. I want no part of it. Letting her skirts swish around her bare feet, Rhoslyn paced one foot in front of the other back and forth across the floor in front of her lifemate. Tazinyth for her part simply sighed and put her head back on the cushion she preferred to the bed that had been brought for her.
It was an interesting sight; the silver dragonet curled like a thing made from metal atop a plush, crimson pillow. Rhoslyn shook her head, throwing her hands out and fisting her hands together as blue eyes flashed venomously. She was not, absolutely not going to go. She would never allow herself to fall prey to their commands. She would stand strong...she would...We must go eventually. I like it no more than you. The sound resonated in Rhos' mind, the exact copy almost of wind rustling branches or a creak running across rocks. It was soothing, calming. I never asked for this. Looking back at her dragonet, Rhoslyn understood the unsaid thought that passed between them. Neither had she.
Regardless, it was another few moments of this that passed by before the pair finally decided it was time to face the facts and walk outside. She had hoped that by now someone else would have found the Gold and her rider, but they were still alone nearby the small lake that pooled bellow the waterfall. Its rushing sound greeted her as Rhoslyn took the main entrance and exit, walking with Tazinyth behind her to the side of the rushing water. It had most likely been a stroke of luck that the first search wing had found the caverns with how well hidden they were. That said, once found, the pathway was under an overhang and the smooth rock was wide enough for most dragons to get through easily enough.
That is more to say for than the rest of the caverns. Many are fine for now, but they will prove problematic later. And that Taz is why most of the full grown dragons share various caves to sleep in or stay on the outer nooks and ledges if they wish to see the day. We all find our own places to stay, some like our room go straight to the outside, some are only dents in the mountain.
Rhoslyn finally made it from behind the waterfall's edge, careful to stay far enough away not to get hit with the spray that often would catch those that were not aware. Tazinyth for instance was too close, and the silver hissed as droplets of water fell over her wings, dripping along the raised bone structure until the fell off of the black edges. Flicking them a few times once they had reached the dry safety of the outside, the Queenlet looked up after her rider paused in their movement. Well, no wonder they think me odd. Rhoslyn almost nodded her head as she took in the golden Queen, her eyes scanning the dragoness' form until they settled on her rider.
"I hope you're not expecting a welcome party. There are not many people here." Perhaps it had been blunt and careless as a first thing to say, but Rhoslyn never was one for tact when it came to day-to-day conversation, and she certainly did not feel as though she wanted to put on her charms today. There was no manipulation of the goldrider needed, nor did she think she could easily get away with it. Instead she allowed her eyes to freely take in the other woman, who seemed only as old as herself if not younger. She was becoming more and more calculating with each passing moment, and Rhoslyn finally mentally shook herself of it to allow the other woman time to at least breath.
If she cannot stand our attempt at scrutiny, then she should not be here at all. Yeah, well...we're ones to talk. We'd hate it to. Oh, I already do. I'm sure they are thinking about us as much as we are them....it's all just bothersome. I'm becoming bored...oh and do be a dear and actually introduce us.
"Oh, yes well...I'm Rhoslyn and this is Silver Tazinyth."
|
|
|
| |
|
Seven
|
Nov 12 2012, 02:48 AM
Post #3
|
|
The Watcher
- Posts:
- 49
- Group:
- Global Moderators
- Member
- #2
- Joined:
- Nov 10, 2012
|
Izanycorth arched her neck. She didn't care for this.... being left alone for so long. They would learn how better to treat guests around here. Regardless of color. She flicked her tail irritably. Such bother, really... she should have been told already where she could stay and where her rider would be staying. She sat down and curled her tail around herself rather daintily. Her eyes regarding the cliffs. An easily defensible position... but I wonder how... comfortable it is... She turned her eyes sharply as someone came from behind the waterfall and stood, uncurling herself with a bored yawn.
This one seeks to be insulting, does she...? Perhaps I should eat her? The queen's voice was amused as she regarded the pair with some contempt. not for their being new colors.. but for their attitude towards her. They treated her and her rider as if htey were not queens and yet... she was decidedly like no other queen. She was the one who deserved to not be treated like a queen. And her rider too.
Iirla snorted slightly and stood straight. "Never expected any kind of welcome part. Just for someone to come and show me the place and I suppose that is you, Rhoslyn of Silver Tazinyth." She regarded her coolly and calmly, looking her over with scrutiny. This young woman would benefit from learning about respect. Izanycorth just twitched hertail. What an amusing little bug. She thinks she can size you up and she doesn't know anything about you. Especially since your appearance is so very deceiving... Much like mine in a way. The queen's words were between her and her rider for the moment. She looked at the silver dragonet. Tazinyth, do you desire to be a queen and lead? the great gold asked her seriously, not caring who heard this. Honest answers only. If her answer was yes... well... Iz would have to see to it that she did not get what she wanted... as she didn't belive any queen wh owanted it coudl ever deserve it. Izanicorth, herself, hated being a queen. sHe didn't want to be a queen. Didn't want to be a gold even. She would ahve rather been a green... but she was what she was and she tolerated it and took it with the grace she believed was only befitting a true queen.
Iirla took a step towards the other young woman. "I am Iirla. This is Izanycorth. I doubt I need say her color." She sighed. And let the... un-pleasantries begin. "If you could, would you mind directing me to where my room will be... and tell me of the current conditions of the Weyr. How many dragons have gathered thus far?" She was all business and she could care less about his attitude. "I need someone to bring me up to speed as quickly as possible so that things may be set in order." Iirla sighed and rubbed at her temples for a moment before looking at the girl again, feeling a vague frustration. this must have been what it was like to have to teach her... except well... she accepted it with dignity and grace.
Izanycorth swished her tail again, this time in irritation. Though she wasn't sure which one she disliked more... or liked better, whatever the case might be... the rider or the dragon... both their attitudes seemed poor to her on first Impressions.
|
|
|
| |
|
Whisper
|
Nov 14 2012, 09:15 AM
Post #4
|
|
Administrator
- Posts:
- 99
- Group:
- Admins
- Member
- #1
- Joined:
- Nov 10, 2012
|
Did I say something wrong? Rhoslyn watched the other rider warily as she finally spoke, taking in her words to account. She seems somewhat..short, with me. Don't you think? Tazinyth sighed inside her rider's mind, her tail flick at the tip the only sign given that she was becoming agitated. I cannot imagine for the life of me why she would be upset. Sarcasm dripped from her voice sweet as nectar and as obvious as if she had been speaking rainbows. Well then, just be that way. You're in a mood today aren't you? The quiet inside her head where there might have been a reply was all the answer that Rhoslyn needed.
Instead the little dragonet looked up at the Gold as she was asked that question, that same question she had been asked over and over again by everyone. The same question she so loathed. Craning her head up to look the dragoness in the eye, despite being the size of her foot, the silver bluntly stated what she found to be quite obvious about the whole affair. No. I don't understand why anyone would want to lead. Some are born with the capacity while others must learn it. Yet others are forced to do what seems proper. I care for none of this, I have no desire to be a Queen, and I shall pave a new path for myself and my others like me if I must to make them understand. There was more than just a sincerity in those words, there was a dangerous undercurrent of a promise. For a moment the little silver quieted again, her head looking off into the distance behind her before tilting and then coming back around to look at the Gold. Tell me Izanycorth, do you have a desire to lead?
She turned the question back on the dragoness, her eyes whirling slowly, steadily green and orange. Still she was slightly agitated, but the silver always was with the world she lived in. Besides, some silly green had gotten herself chased again, much too close to someone else's meal probably. Leave her. The silver did nothing to indicate she was meaning the green and blue over in the feeding pens, but still the command was there, weary and tired. Next, there was a flurry of wing beats and the blue flew off toward the Weyr, the green flying away a few moments later. They do not understand that I am not like the others....tell me Izanycorth, do you constantly hear the dragons as I do? Do you always hear them all, even when you do not wish to?
Careful Tazinyth. No one knows about that yet. The dragonet simply let her gaze shift to her rider before turning her head back to the Gold, her tail curling around her front feet before resting there, the black tips flicking back and forth slowly, hypnotically. Then, she just sat there quietly, not making a sound, not moving at all, a living statue cast in silver ranging from the purest hue down to the darkest black. All in this time, Iirla had still not even gotten to say hello yet, to even introduce herself or her dragon. Rhoslyn paused for a moment as she did, wondering if either would catch her little dragonet's blunder, the slip up she had scolded her for.
It is doubtful, but if she can she has my trust somewhat at least. I would then know she is no fool to be played. The dragonet fell silent again, even her mind completely quiet inside Rhoslyn's and for a moment it was so much like when she had been unimpressed before coming here that she had to tap on the bond to just make sure it was still there. It is. Now answer Rhoslyn. Jerked back to the present, the weyrling nodded and swallowed to buy herself a few precious moments of time.
"Of course...I, I am sorry for any prior...misunderstanding. I am still becoming accustomed to it all. Back in the Hold where I grew up it was always a grand event whenever someone important Lord or Lady was to visit, and I would assume it is normally the same for Queen and Kingriders. I was trying to apologize in my own way for the lack of any welcome at all by the mass of the Weyr." She stated her offering, blue eyes rising to look at the Goldrider's as she spoke evenly, calmly. I do not wish to make enemies, and I shall try and play the good host. I was taught to do a few things as a Harper, I suppose I will have to make use of them. I thought I need not put on charm, but apparently she can be as difficult to please as me.
"The numbers here are few, many still only papers in my weyr waiting to actually turn up. The ones that are here seem to be outcasts, hand-offs not wanted in their own Weyrs for one reason or another." Though, to be honest Rhos preferred them that way, she could understand people like that much easier than people that were the perfect shining examples of riders and dragons. Pausing to collect her thoughts, she tried to remember the exact number that she had counted last. 23, there have been 23 riders to arrive so far, and 12 more to be expected including the two Bronzeriders. I have not counted you in either total, so together that would be 36 grown riders. Tazinyth's voice rang out as she spoke, her mind quickly working the figures as the tallied up the dragons in the Weyr. "Yes, just enough for two smaller Wings. I expect the question of who will be acting Weyrleader will be up to you? Perhaps it might be best to have a council meeting between them and yourself when they arrive, I will attend if you wish."
Shards and shells this polite thing was being very bothersome. Rhoslyn felt on edge, her shoulders straight and her voice as monotonous as possible. I do not like this Taz. It's not me. The silver only gave a croon as she nodded her head to her rider's words, not caring in the slightest if it gave away their secret conversation. Looking up at her rider though, the silver nudged Rhoslyn gently, her wings folding in as she got to her feet and began to walk away. This way Izanycorth. The path is wide enough for the browns to travel on easily, let us see if the same goes for you. If not there is another entrance that allows for flight into the main cavern just there. She raised her tail to point at an opening not far above the waterfall, though it was shielded partially by the water as well and one would have to fly through it to get to the other side.
"She has the right idea, come I'll show you the Weyr." Turning, but slowly enough to make it clear that she would not leave the Weyrwoman behind, Rhoslyn started after her dragonet, her hands absentmindedly braiding part of her hair to keep busy.
|
|
|
| |
|
Seven
|
Nov 14 2012, 11:46 PM
Post #5
|
|
The Watcher
- Posts:
- 49
- Group:
- Global Moderators
- Member
- #2
- Joined:
- Nov 10, 2012
|
Iirla regarded the young woman coolly, her brown eyes piercing, as if looking much deeper than the surface as she took in teh young girl. She had not appreciated her tone. Sh was certainly not what she would peg as future Werywoman material. But time shaped everyone and so did circumstance. They would just have to wait and see. Hrmm.... Such a rude way of speaking and demeanor. I find myself oddly fond of this one... Iirla suppressed a sigh and a roll of her eyes. Faranth her dragon was annoying sometimes.
I heard that, Mine.
The Queen regarded the young queen for a moment. I haven't wanted nor had any desire to lead or be a queen since the day I was clutched. Was the calm, serious, and simply put answer to the young one turning the question back on the older Queen who didn't seem like she could really be bothered. Why should she? She was Izanycorth. That was enough in and of itself.
She regarded the young silver coolly for a moment longer, as if deciding whether or not to say what she wanted to or to let it go. The want not to lead cannot be so overcoming in you that you will not accept what is and what is required of you with some grace. You will become a Jr. Queen soon enough. This means you will need to accept your duty and do it to the fullest. I will be expecting no less of you, queenling. Iirla regarded her dragon from the corner of her eye. was that... affection? Odd. She had never known the gold to show affection towards any dragon... or anyone other than herself. Izanycorth was quiet for a moment, regarding the words of the little silver. It is the ability of all queens to hear all dragons. However, it is odd not to be able to choose not to hear them. But it is not something to fret over. It may be that you simply are highly gifted, young one. Do not take anything for granted. If it bothers you, then I shall help you try to learn to block them out, though most queens must learn to hear them all... not the other way around The queen looked at her rider quietly. "There is much we don't know yet, Rhoslyn. It will be an expanse of time for us all to truly learn."
Iirla sighed. Izanycorth, keep your guard up, keep on top of these dragons, and keep them under control. They have been living without a full grown queen to direct them. Now they are going to learn what it is to have one amongst them again. Understood?
That doesn't sound like any fun... Or anything I would want to do. Izanycorth gave a huff of annoyance - an audible one at that.
"It is not expected, but it is generally expected that someone be ready to greet any visiting rider and take them where they need to be. A delay can sometimes be costly. It is bad tact for any Weyr to leave any rider or dragon standing on their own for so long. As soon as a guest is noted, someone should be ready. I am not so much upset with lack of greeting, but the lack of decorum from the rest of the Weyr. Benden has certain expectations of all Riders. It is what I have learned to expect. As a queen rider, no matter how much you don't want to be or do want to be one, you must learn to watch the way you speak. You will be a major diplomatic figure and will be responsible for the.... less glamorous house keeping of the Weyr. Being a Queen rider really is not all flowers and sunshine and sweet rolls like some girls seem to fantasize." Iirla nearly snorted at the notion, pulling her riding cap off and uncurling her braid from her head, letting it fall down her back. That felt better. Not so pinched.
Iirla nodded. "I will need to see the transfer papers right away in order to begin planning. And I hope by Faranth they gave us some competent bronze or brown riders." Iirla frowned slightly. Oi. She sounded like her old mentor! "From my understanding, we're all a band of misfits. Myself included. All the better in some ways... so long as we can still operate." She was already thinking. "Is there a headwoman in place?"
Izanycorth gave a pleased rumble. Not as bad a number as I had thought there would be... Thou she did not sound pleased. You are a smart young dragoness. I am Impressed. Do not let them fool you with love as for a Queen. Make them love you for who you are. Because I have a feeling that is far more worth loving than some rank you were born into without your own consent. The Queen did like this one. She had, unofficially, named her her daughter in her mind.
"Yes... hopefully they both arrive in a timely fashion. However, I will not exclude the brownriders from the prospects either as they can make just as good if not better Leaders at times and their dragons are often calmer and steadier. I would appreciate your input as well. You have been here longer and thus will no the people better and who they are more likely to follow."
Let us hope I fit. I rather not get too get too wet at the moment. The queen gave a little huff which didn't sound so overly ladylike... or queenly, not that it mattered to her. The gold followed the much smaller silver then, heading towards the tunnel and into the Weyr proper.
Iirla didn't say a word as she followed the Weyrling. She was too busy thinking at the moment, though the silence did not bother her at all as she walked with a straight back and shoulders past the waterfall and into the main cavern of the Weyr.
|
|
|
| |
|
Whisper
|
Nov 15 2012, 03:37 PM
Post #6
|
|
Administrator
- Posts:
- 99
- Group:
- Admins
- Member
- #1
- Joined:
- Nov 10, 2012
|
So she would be that sort of leader then? Rhoslyn couldn't help but feel a spark of admiration for the Weyrwoman as she spoke, her words settling inside the weyrling and taking root into thoughts of her own. It was true that more of the Weyr should have at least been curious enough to greet the Weyrwoman, however as Iirla would soon find out many of the riders either were busy keeping the living arrangements going or finishing projects, or in some cases fighting Thread that would occasionally stray toward the small continent. There was much to cover for one Wing, but it was almost the end of the Pass and growing colder which meant less and less Thread to be concerned about with the passing days. It was not easy, but it was enough...for now.
As for how Rhoslyn should act, she supposed a certain sort of diplomacy was in deed needed for her newly appointed job. After all, she was a Junior Weyrwoman despite also being a Weyrling. Not that I like it. However, if I must. At least I will be making some of the rules...I only have to trust my own judgement, and hers I suppose. Sighing inwardly, the young woman tried to mimic Iirla's movements, straightening slightly and attempting a more confidant walk. It wasn't all that hard, Rhoslyn knew she had a decent enough appearance and she could charm others with the best of them if she wanted to. "You're eyes are like dark hooks..." that is what her father had once told her when she had been complaining about her image at a younger age. The thought of the man all but made her blaze with sudden anger and confusion as well as a pang of sadness was left in its wake.
Where were the lost Weyrs, where were the riders, her parents? Where was her sister? That last one could be easily fixed, that she knew. Niysla was somewhere in this Weyr, and with so few people it would not be difficult to locate the younger sibling. She most likely would be among those in the infirmary; not her sister's strong suit being a Mindhealer, but she was a part of the Healer craft nonetheless. The Weyrwoman's words brought her back to reality, the mention of competent bronze and brownriders making her pause and look back at the woman. "Blue and Greenriders as well. Everyone is needed here, that much I do understand. I shall show you my weyr where the paperwork is though, but first I'll show you a few things down here." It was time that their new Queenrider would get accustomed to her new home.
Over there is where the many of the dragons rest. It's a large open cavern with ledges along the walls. My siblings often huddle together to keep warm during the nights when it gets cold. The older dragons tend to stay by themselves, though little by little they do learn. It makes us stronger, it makes us one.
Tazinyth paused in the entryway, her head tilted as she looked toward another corridor that led into a large cave. Just as she had said, one could see the forms of dragons now, some huddled together but most by themselves perched on a ledge within the confines of the area. Rhoslyn walked to the little silver, her hand reaching out to place a comforting touch on her neck. For once the dragonet allowed the touch without any cool comment on her part, though Tazinyth's eyes did flash red for a moment. Easy my dear. You may go if you wish. However, Tazinyth rarely found an interest in wanting to spend time with her clutchmates. They bored her, they irritated her, but they were still hers. Izanycorth, I must be honest. I may have said I want nothing to do with the position given to me, and that is true for the most part. However, if they were to need me, if they were to look to me for guidance....well, I suppose I shall help. I will not like it, but it is better than someone do something unwillingly than to allow others to fall into chaos and stand by watching. She trailed off, her thoughts fading to a slight humm as she looked at two of her siblings sleeping curled around one another. Secretly though the dragonet also had darker thoughts, the dangerous curiosity of what would happen if she just watched the world burn down around her.
You care to much, whether you wish to admit it or not. You wouldn't watch them burn long. The dragonet for her part simply snorted, her tail flicking dismissively as she turned around and kept walking through the main cavern, her eyes whirling orange and yellow with the slightest bit of green as well. Despite what she may have thought, Tazinyth was somewhat jealous of her siblings, she always would be despite the steely guard she put around them and most other dragons and humans alike. We should show her the infirmary and dining hall. There may be more riders there. I will show Izanycorth the area outside the Weyr and perhaps stay around the lake. Come, there is little more to see for us. You will have to watch through your rider's eyes.
"She's right, for Taz it would be easy to follow, but a dragon as large as Izanycorth would not fit through much of the caverns. Show her the hatching sands first though Tazinyth. Show her your remaining siblings." The silver nodded her head, her wings flicking open then folding up with a breath of wind as they rustled against her metallic hide. She didn't say anything more, and Rhoslyn knew she would seldom say anything for the rest of the day, or the few to follow. Tazinyth hardly said so much as she had in one week as she did so far in these few moments. "It would amaze me if your Gold could keep her talking. It's not like Taz to even speak this much, especially to another dragon. She hardly says two thoughts to anyone else, and she never speaks to another rider besides myself. Even now she's only talked to your lifemate, not out loud." Rhoslyn pulled her hair to one side of her shoulder as she spoke, her blue eyes following her dragonet's shape as it disappeared around the corner to the large sleeping cave and no doubt went deeper toward the Hatching Sands. Izanycorth would have to fly in from where the Hatching Sands connected to the Sleeping Cavern, she would not fit through the bottom exit and she had not taken the outside corridors that were easier to walk through.
"It's like a maze down here. I recommend you stick close Iirla." Wouldn't want our precious Goldie getting lost on her first day. And so they went, toward the dining hall, past the caverns that wound into the mountainside forming smaller caves and nooks where people had set up rooms to sleep in and places to store items. She stopped now and again to talk and to speak about one thing or another, saying the bit about each main area she knew. There were the common, middle sized caves that were kept with firewood and cushions, furniture still a luxury that was being built and moved into the Weyr. There were the store rooms where supplies were kept and the kitchens were food was cooked, then the make-shift dining hall that was honestly just a middle sized cave with a few smaller caves branching off that could house parties that wished to eat separately or have meetings. One of which even led to the outside and let some sunshine filter into the cavern, spilling splendid light over the tables that had been set up. A few riders walked over to introduce themselves, but nothing more, and very precious few.
"Many are working elsewhere trying to prepare the Weyr for themselves to be lived in, and some are outside gathering food or conversing with the growing Hold and the Sea Port to try and make connections. Everyone pitches in though, everyone has been sent because they are either needed here, or are not wanted elsewhere and so are used to being by themselves, hiding in the shadows." She looked at Iirla as she said this, paused outside the corridor that would lead up on a higher level of the cavern network, more toward where the caves were that led to the outside cliffs as well. Caves like the one she had made her weyr. There was the infirmary near here as well, spanning the two floors for a few caves. Rhoslyn hoped that the Goldrider would understand, that she would now see why she had not been met by any warmth or any appearance of the Weyr, not matter how small that appearance would be. Still, she hoped something else as well. Walking toward the infirmary, she beckoned the rider to follow her inside to see the few people that were getting things ready for the next Fall as well as those scarce many that were getting taken care of for some malady or another.
"Please, do wait a moment here. I wish to see if I can find someone." With that the weyrling moved away and walked over to one of the Healers, speaking a few soft words before the older man pointed in the direction to another room and Rhoslyn followed his directions. It wasn't long after that an excited squeal could be heard and Nisyla ran out to meet her older sibling, the 18 turn old throwing her arms around Rhoslyn and hardly willing to let go. "Nissy, stop. Please." Rhoslyn's voice was gentle, but firm, her eyes scolding her little sister until the healer looked slightly bashful and let her hands drop to her sides. "It's just so nice to see you Rhos. I missed you, I haven't seen you since we got here, oh it's been days. Where is that little dragonet of yours? I have yet to meet her, she's all the talk you know. Her and those siblings of hers. There is just so much...." It was here that the chattering stopped, Nisyla's eyes falling on Iirla's form, and in an instant the girl was putting her hands clasped in front of her, posture straightening as she did a small curtsy and dipped her head.
"Forgive my rudeness My Lady. It is an honor to meet you. My name is Nisyla, I am Rhoslyn's younger sister." Rhoslyn could have died in that moment, realizing just how odd the pair of them must seem. Nisyla with all her polite and proper ways and Rhoslyn so much more "uncivilized and untrained" as the Holders they grew up with used to put it. "I would love to help show you around Silver Falls My Lady, but I really must go back to work now. I do hope we may meet again some time if Faranth and Ramoth be willed." With that the sister dipped her head again and scurried off toward another room where a soft chattering could be heard. Rhoslyn could only sigh and shake her head. "I am sorry, but I had to make sure she was still around and alright. Shall I take you to my weyr and find a place for you to stay next, or do you wish to go to the Hatching Sands? I do believe that Tazinyth and Izanycorth are still there.
In fact, this entire time, Tazinyth had been in the sands. Around the time that the riders had arrived in the kitchens and dining caverns, the silver had made her way to the place where she had first met this world. The sands beneath her feet were hot, but to the dragonet they were pleasant enough. Looking up, her eyes whirled as she saw the high walls that led to an opening, big enough for multiple dragons to fly through if need be. Her gaze settled back down to the two machines though, one humming softly while the other was open and dead once more. Vaguely she wondered what would become of them both once they had achieved their purpose, but that thought went away quickly as she moved forward to the one that was still alive.
It had been turned on a few days after the one that housed the majority of the eggs had been, or so her rider had been told. Beneath the glass were six eggs, all that remained of her clutch. Or was it still her clutch since they all hatched at different times? This she was not sure of. Either way, Tazinyth stood her distance, a good length of her own and one half more away from the humming thing. Her wings were folded in tightly against her sides, her tail the only thing moving as it swished from side to side slowly in the sand, the feeling and warmth giving her comfort. It had been the only mother she had known, the only thing that had watched over her all those months. The riders said that it was not yet ready to be opened, that the eggs still needed to be there for a while longer. They said a Queen would know when to move them, but I feel nothing toward them. Nothing at all...
This was not entirely true, she felt a duty to them, one that sickened her. She did not need them, and they did not need her. It was live or die, and if they could not make it into this world, then they did not deserve to see it. However, even her own clutch had needed help, they had needed to be moved after a while as well to the warm sands so they could harden. The machines were like a Queen's body she supposed, they only made what was inside the shells, they did not incubate them. Her eyes spun steadily faster as these thoughts crossed her mind, her wings finally relaxing enough to fall open and then toward the floor until she let herself collapse into a little pile. Izanycorth...what... She caught herself before she said anything, that steely exterior coming in to save her from causing herself embarrassment, or what she thought would surely be embarrassment. Still, it did cross in the back of her mind until she cut it off and kicked it between, one thought that even then tried to wiggle itself back into her very core.
What was it like to have a mother....
|
|
|
| |
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
|
|