A Comet Hits Pern

[[logged by Vivian]]

The Sky is Falling
10.08.2002
Ista Weyr


Bydelth maneuvers for a landing.

N'ano slides from Bydelth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Yla is here. Obviously. All the way from Keroon too, to deliver reports. But the former starcrafter couldn't pass up an opportunity to look at this peculiar goings on from the best seats in the weyr. She gives everyone already on the stones a look and comments, "Full house, tonight, hmm?" with a faint smile.

Vivian stands very still, her hand resting against the side of her dragon's neck, watching the sky. All signs that she didn't get much sleep last night are lost in the tense rush of adrenaline that makes her fingers tremble, and the firm set of her lips.

Nadine is carefully erasing the memory of yet another dragonride from her brain by staring first down, then up, in an attempt to become suitably dizzy and nauseous. "Yep," she says absently, kneeling at the edge to stare doown and then leaping to her feet and craning her neck up.

Elbareth maneuvers for a landing.

Tynabith arcs out of between with a magnificent roar. Like super heated copper his hide shines in a million rainbow colors beneath the pounding sun. In a perfect Kodak(tm) moment Tynabith shifts from between right over the massive light burst that is the approaching comet(?). For a moment massive beast holds perfectly still, his rider a speck of color absorbing black atop sinnous neck. Then in just an eye blink he's angling towards the StarStones, landing in a spot vacated only a heartbeat before by a large brown.

N'ano dismounts, hiding a small cough behind one gloved hand "Aye, that's for sure," N'ano frowns, nodding in agreeance towards Yla at her inquiry. "Ain't lookin' too good out there," N'ano states the obvious, pointing towards the sky. That's about the best he can do. Afterall, he was just a healer. "Had half the Weyr tuggin' on my tunic askin' if we're all gonna be alright.. "

[from the main tp-repost] The southern star seems to have split into two points of light. The larger one streaks eastward in a fiery trail. The smaller falls rapidly through the sky, due south, leaving its own trail.

Kia is leaning against her lifemate at the moment a cloth still covering her mouth and nose from the dust and smoke that's envading the area. Eyes are shielded slightly as she watches the sky with serious intent. All the others are given a brief nod and Yla gets a wave along with Lyri for the moment. They were/are Starries you know and yeah she's odd. "Not suer if we should be /up/ here but seemed like the best place to keep a look out"

The smoke and ash offer little visibility to the skies above, but there is a sense of unease that can be felt by all. Dragon and firelizard alike pick up on the growing fear that's spreading across Pern.

PJ, Jasmin, Carnie, and Poooo suddenly appear and chirp at Jash.

M'er watches his dragon leave and return, his eyes unfocused as he continuously converses with the petite green. He grins to her as she lands, again, and allows a small gaggle of Candidates to dismount. "Indeed," he says to Yla, his expression fading suddenly. "I suppose we should be careful. You know, all these dragons, and stuff. Someone could get pushed off." Aw. M'er is so cute when he's being concered.

Nverath maneuvers for a landing.

D'baji follows a path of wispy white from shoulder to forearm to slide to the ground from Nverath's neck, landing lightly.

Lyrianna sits by the big distance viewer, a large spread of star charts sitting out. She's been up there for a while…It's slightly disturbing to find out that the "star" she discovered is not hanging up in the sky where it's supossed to be. "Mmhm…" mutters Lyri as she sips from a mug, glancing from a chart to the sky. "Has anyone calculated where this thing is supossed to hit? I haven't figured it out yet…" Note the yet.

Yla waves a hand. This girl is entirely too blase for her own good. "Oh please. The weyr's come through flood, fall, and…" What else begins with 'f'. "Illness." Well, almost. "It'll take more than shiny bright lights in the sky to convince me we're all doomed." She tilts her head, starrie-knowledge ticking over in her brain. "Of course, it could be something dire. in which case I want the best place in the weyr to watch us all die from." Beside her, Cassie is shifting uneasily, her tail twitching. And in the end, it is the mirrored feelings in the rider that makes Yla shift from foot to foot. "Well…"

Jash isn't watching the star. He is sitting and carefully studying all present firelizards, including his own which are clustered around as close as they can get. Plastered in firelizards as he is makes it a little harder to take notes but when they are the subject of the study, I suppose that makes it ok. All 4 of his lizards have their eyes riveted on the two points of light in the distance.

Kia gives a reassuring pat to her lifemate though her firelizards all come careening in to perch on Valanth's neckridges their eyes glowing with alarm. "I know Valanth Thread is all that should fall from the sky with harm as it's intent. It's just shardin wrong for rocks to fall out of the sky, belong on the ground."

There is a bright flash in the sky to the northeast, visible even through the smoky haze; it outshines the sun with its brightness.

The ground suddenly seems to fall away from you, then just as quickly snaps back, throwing you to the ground. There is a loud roar, and a violent rumbling, as the ground bobs up and down, vibrating as though it had been plucked like a string. Rocks tumble off of hillsides, and walls crack under the sudden force.

From Tynabith's neck, R'ley absently disconnects himself from the three person heavy duty strap set he has on his bond for this occasion, one never can be to well prepared for an emergancy. Despite prefering otherwise he sends Tynabith back up the moment his feet slap the cement from his dismount. Bronzen dragon ascends into the sky then dips towards the lake where he circles lazily, on call at a moments notice. "Die? Ha! It'd take more then a falling star to snuff me out." R'ley comments with an amused smirk as he comes up behind Yla, wrapping an arm around her shoulders for a quick squeeze of greeting. "I'd have knocked a couple stars out of the sky long ago if I knew it'd get you away from the stables and back to the weyr." he adds with his brilliant emerald eyes locked on the now diverging stars.

Squeeeeeze. And Nverath manages to find a spot to land where he can almost stay balanced. A 'lizard-clad D'baji makes his way out, his little 'fair' finally having relaxed into just clinging for dear life, and so the man is free of squawking and noises to circle 'round his dragon, staying withing tail's reach, of course, and raise an eyebrow at the first rider he'll recognize- Kia, consequently- and pop the question (no, not /that/ question): "So would I be able to get a ride back down with you? And what all have we figured about all…" and a gesture skywards, "that?"

Elbareth goes home.

"I think-yes, I think that people are gettin' all too worked up over this… I mean, well, yeah." N'ano's not one to admit that the world might be coming to an end. Much too tough for that. "Should anythin' happen to the island, well, we've plenty of riders to" make it all better? "help… everyone." As the light shines brighter, he can't help but wince and peer… and then the quake hits. Lovely "Shar—-dddiit! Everyone remain calm!" Right, like that's gonna happen with the ground breaking apart all around them?

Yla can't help it. She screams out loud as the ground bucks, and she grabs for something… anything… to hold onto, and it's a cross between R'ley, who grabbed her, or her dragon. Her dragon, however, is screeching herself, wings outstretched in an attempt to balance, so Yla just tries to grab for the nearest person, mentally fervently taking back anything she said about not being worried.

Claudio blinks in from ::between::!

Nadine was starting to kneel down again when the ground suddenly seems to jump around beneath her. "Aieeee!" she yells helpfully as she starts to slip forward off the stones. Only a flailing leg that hooks around someone else's unseen leg prevents misfortune. Whimpering, she yanks on the leg and pushes with her hand and manages to get herself back on the Stones, where she immediately crawls as best she can to the middle. Four distressed fire-lizards pop out of between and begin circling with anxiety, their eyes whirling with fear and distress before zooming at Nadine and then soaring back up.

Vivian seizes hold of Amerasuth's riding straps and, after dangling awkwardly for a moment, pulls herself up. The queen hovers a few metres above the ground, her eyes whirling red.

The violent, roaring quake continues; cracks split the ground and walls, and the shuddering earth makes it difficult to stand. People and creatures alike panic as the ground seems to come apart under the tremors.

From Tynabith's neck, R'ley absently disconnects himself from the three person heavy duty strap set he has on his bond for this occasion, one never can be to well prepared for an emergancy. Despite prefering otherwise he sends Tynabith back up the moment his feet slap the cement from his dismount. Bronzen dragon ascends into the sky then dips towards the lake where he circles lazily, on call at a moments notice. "Die? Ha! It'd take more then a falling star to snuff me out." R'ley comments with an amused smirk as he comes up behind Yla, wrapping an arm around her shoulders for a quick squeeze of greeting. The normalcy is lost a moment later when Tynabith sends out a cavernous roar of warning, already in mid loop back around for his rider. Reflexivly R'ley catches a petite blue rider thrown off balance, but the shaking even this high up is to much and he goes down on his butt causing another roar from the protective bronze trying to find a clear spot to alight on above. "Shards, Shells, and Flame!" is cursed as R'ley agily hops back up, dragging the boy back onto his feat and giving him a helpfull push towards his blue.

Claudio chirps wildly, landing in front of the Starcrafter and depositing a scrap of parchment before he disappears again.

Claudio suddenly disappears ::between::!

Kia doesn't scream at least given the size her eyes go you'd think she might have. Valanth's bellow of alarm has her clutching at her lifemate green eyes trying to get back to her feet from where she'd been thrown. Valanth of course is trying to keep his own balance though it didn't help and more than one person was probably knocked aside by the blues wings and perhaps his tail. Kia did hear Baji however and in the midst of trying to not fall down and hurt herself she's yelling at others "Stay away from the edges for Faranth's sake it's crowded and we don't need people falling. Grab onto the dragons straps!"

M'er's firelizards have hidden themselves, though it isn't surprising. The three greens and the gender-confused blue never did offer much in the way of bravery. He siddles to Kia, and Suith follows. The rider leans against the green, who's faceted eyes shine yellow and orange with worry. The small green fidgets, and has to force herself not to have a fit of nervousness. That would endanger people, you see. "Yeah, it scared me, too, Suith. We'll be alright, though…" M'er notes, about the bright light. Anything that shows through this dust… Suddenly, he finds himself without footing, and he gapss loudly. He grasps for anything, and he collides with his green's bony leg, and his arms snap around it. Suith herself screeches and flaps out her wings, and stops herself from rearing up as she feels her rider on her forelimb.

Lyrianna leans over to mark something down on one of the charts, but her stylus falls out of her hand. With a single squeaky shriek she grabs whatever happens to be near - a large rock. The flitter is stared at for a moment before the paper is snatched and read in the midts of the chaos. The girl mumbles as she reads it, finding one of her pieces of paper. "I know where it's going to hit!" She thinks.

Heliuth maneuvers for a landing.

D'baji gives a rather sudden yelp for the most recent bucking of something that's supposed to stay firm beneath his feet, and finds himself clutching the wiry tail of his lifemate in the same manner those darned winged stomachs are clinging to his various limbs. Nverath himself gives a protesting bugle, claws digging into the ground for a support that just isn't there. "Flaming Shells!" is D'baji's own exclamation, followed closely by an echoed thought from his Companion: "What about on the Sands?"

The violent shaking rattles loose large slabs of rock on the Weyr's inner rim, which slide down the rim face with dangerous force before crashing into the Weyr Bowl.

Nadine doesn't trust dragons, even during this, and lunges for Lyri's rock. "What's going to hit?" she shrieks over the roar of moving and breaking rock. "What's going on? Isn't anybody going to /tell/ me for Faranth's sake?" Terrified blackbrown eyes stare at the sky for a minute before hearing D'baji and somehow Pernese thoughts break through her prejudices. "The eggs!" Her eyes widen for a minute before the rocks sliding down the bowl grab her attention. "We're going to fall down into the Bowl and die!" she wails, ever so helpfully.

Yla is rather possess by blind panic at the moment, but the fact that she's clinging to her dragon now seems to reassure her, and she can't help but snap, "I don't care where it's going to sharding hit, we've got our own problems!" At Lyrianna in a peeved tone. Mostly brought on by fear really. She's not really have much experience of ground quakes. She just keeps clinging to her dragon, eyes shut. This is so totally different than Fall…

Jash was already seated but the jolt startles him all the same. The lizards all around him begin to creel, frightened and ready to tell the world. Standing up, hoping the ground stays put the way it should. Of course it doesn't and he is knocked down once more. His fairly calm voice tries to cut through the noise of screaming people and falling rocks. "Should we get down or stay here and hope the stones stay put?" He hunkers close to the ground to avoid falling objects, people and dragon wings.

Valanth maneuvers for a landing.

Sobi giggles softly a nod at Valanth before she unbuckles her straps and slips to the ground.

The cloud of panicking, wheeling firelizards in the sky is beginning to block out the view, but not only that, it's making it difficult for dragons to move properly without running into them as well. "Am, if—" Vivian begins, but doesn't finish, because a loud commanding /trumpet/ from Amerasuth echoes through the air. The firelizards scatter, and most of them disappear ::between::.

From Tynabith's neck, Tynabith gets the closest to full blown panic he's likely ever been as no spots open up for him to plant his massive bulk in. Muzzle tosses in the air, thrown wide open as every few moment he lets out a plantive roar of protest against the earthquake. R'ley however is perfectly calm as always in a bad situation. "Everyone remain calm, STAY AWAY FROM THE EDGES!" one hand is cupped around his mouth as he bellows in his thread fighting voice, the other is out to balance. Just then his eyes take in the sliding rocks and because of his look their way Tynabith looks as well. His bellowing crys take on a more desperate pitch as his instincts call for protecting both rider and the next generation of dragons.

"We're all gonna die!" N'ano's real assuring, isn't he? Clinging to Bydelth's leg, his attention quickly scans all around him at the panic-struck riders and candidates alike "We ain't safe here!!!!!" Again, the obvious. With that said, however, he manages to scamper onto his lifemate's back "I think—" N'ano starts to yell out, catching his own breath first "That if you can, get -on- your lifemates and into the sky out of harm's way!" Ooh, the candies are still here too, huh? "And help anyone without a dragon!" Of course, his voice was probably erased by the fury around him.

N'ano clambers up Bydelth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

You clamber up Amerasuth's neck and set yourself between two neckridges.

Amerasuth [Star Stones]

Sunsets fingertips have left streaks ablaze atop heads crown, leaving an intense crimson capping that crests headknobs and pools into coppery reds. Ruddy shades melt and fuse into orange-toned bronze that skims over and past each perfectly, euphoniously, formed neckridge and finally spills across her shoulders to culminate into thin limbs. Brassy gold, simplistic in a shade that brings to mind freshly buffed brass, flirts with wingsails sodden with faint hints of summer expirations yellow-green streaks and darker verdant veins that end in an equally green frilled edging. Pure sun-speckled gold washes across form and culminates into bronzed tail as rusty talons flecked with marigold match the finalization of tails ruddy tip.

Amerasuth seems to be listening.

Sobi tumbles off of Valanth and scurries away from the edges, seeking the closest body she can and clinging to it. "But what about…the sands..? Can't we do something? I don't /want/ to just stay up here…not when there's /got/ to be something we can do!"

Kia is still clinging to her lifemates straps at the moment snipping at candidates who aren't listening or the one who's too close to the edge "There's cracks around the walls now so no stepping in them!" Baji gets a look and she figures out the problem "You can go back with me if Nverath needs to go Baji!" N'ano's words reach her ears and she's climbing up onto Valanth's neck and urging others to join her "Just get on okay I can take perhaps three more if you're not too big!"

"You can stay calm and still," Vivian says firmly. "We can't have people running around with all this going on, it'll only get them hurt." She is perched confidently on her queen's neck now, Amerasuth still hovering above the ground.

Kia gives a pat to the kindly offered forleg and swings up onto Valanth's neck before settling between azure neckridges.

M'er has… pretty much the same thoughts as N'ano. DOOM! "Shards, shard, shards," he repeats quickly, slurring a lot. Suddenly, he lossens his grip on Suith's forelimb, and the green settles just enough so the rider may stand properly. "If you're nearby, get on Suith! Hurry! It's not safe here," he shouts, and tells the green to bend to allow nearby people to mount. He calms, visibly. Must set a good example.

Yla gulps rapidly shakily gripping onto her dragons straps. "Anyone who needs… get on!" She calls, in a rather shaky voice, unfortunately taking two or three attempt before she summons up enough strength to haul herself onto her dragon's back.

Yla ducks to avoid getting hit as Castaliath flips her wings out of the way and extends a foreleg, before she grips the straps and scrabbles up.

Nadine's eyes are bloodshot and a bit too wild for comfort. "D…dragons?" she stammers. This is not a good time to tell Nadine to get on a dragon. She knows better than to go near the edges, after her near-fall off the side, and she feels much safer just clinging to the rock by Lyri and refusing to let go. Her legs scrabble at the ground, the heel of her sandal almost catching in a small crack by her feet.

After what seems like an eternity, the rumbling begins to abate. Dust fills the already smoke-filled air.

Another rumble, and an aftershock rips across the island, tossing more dust and debris.

Vivian turns up her collar so that it covers her mouth and nose, her eyes burning and watering with the ash and dust hanging thick in the air. "Hold on to the dragons if you think you're going to fall." It's common sense, but still.

Vaelyth glides up from the southwest.

Vaelyth glides southwest across the bowl.

Suith takes off.

Bydelth takes off.

Castaliath takes off.

Nverath takes off.

From Valanth's neck, Kia had just caught sight of the plummetting Castaliath before she too cries out in panick "Yla!" of course eggs are sorta a priority but people are too in Kia's mind "Perhaps we should split into two groups then? One to look for injured people and the others to see what can be done about the eggs if anything?" she's rambling even as her lifemate is taking off from the stones.

Amerasuth settles to a landing near Vaelyth. Vivian's collar is still turned up, covering her mouth and nose, because the dust and ash is too thick to breathe properly. "Everyone all right?"

Heliuth maneuvers for a landing.

N'ano slides from Bydelth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

N'ano nods his head as he dismounts, also offering a hand to Lyri to help in her dismount from Bydelth "I think so…" he replies towards Vivian "Think we're still gonna get some aftershocks, but the worst is over… hopefully. Shards, it looks pretty bad down in the bowls," he frowns, motioning over the edge.

Vaelyth croons towards Amerasuth, turning her head towards her as Torey slips down the other side of the gold, coughing even with the precautions, taken as squints through the gloom. "Shards, it looks bad up here too. " Just the ash and soot.

Lyrianna slips down to the ground, wrinkling up her nose as she uncovers a couple of surviving starcharts that she hadn't grabbed beforehand. "Hmph. These won't be of much use anymore…" The girl pokes a finger through a large hole caused by a rock. "Shouldn't we go see if there are people that need help? What if someone got buried in some rocks that collapsed?" Oh bah. They have to help people? Oh well.

N'ano peers up just in time to see the rocks falling from the ledges and nods "Ah—-yeah, good idea. Though it still probably ain't safe down there…." Nevertheless, N'ano remounts his lifemate again, offering the same hand as before to Lyrianna to mount as well. "We'll just have to be extra special and I hope to Faranth the clutch wasn't harmed…"

N'ano clambers up Bydelth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

From Suith's neck, Nadine positively refuses to let go now that's she hung on. "Shouldn't we go see if everyone's okay?" she wonders nervously, echoing Lyrianna. "I mean, there'll be rocks falling and stuff…and…and the Holds don't have dragons to help!" She turns her eyes, wild once again, in the direction of Ista Hold. "They could be crushed under there, those who weren't outside!" She seems to be moving to hysteria.

From Valanth's neck, Kia sets her sights on N'ano though she stays mounted. "You're a healer right? What should we be doing? There's hurt people yes and we need to start getting them from wherever they are so they can be treated right? They'll probably be some more shocks of course but we need to start helping people. As for the eggs I don't even know if the queens will will let us try and help."

Vivian nods, but notes, "I think we would have heard about it already if it had. We need to start collecting people, see who's injured and get to work on them." Vivian is not a healer at all, but at least has a fairly calming presence.

Vaelyth fidgets, upset by all the turmoil, and not taking it all that well. She gives a little roar, waking up the child tied in safetly in the straps, whi gives a squeal. Torey moves back to Vaelyth's side, climbing up the straps in nothing flat, attempting to soothe both dragon and child. "Surely the clutch momma would have let out a scream?" she asks.

From Suith's neck, M'er is worried about the eggs, too. "Hopefully the gold dragons know what to do. I hope /they/ aren't hurt, either." Wouldn't that be sad? "Yeah. I think we need to check things out. Hopefully none of the tunnels or caverns have collapsed."

Amerasuth thinks to you, « I bespoke Vaelyth with: Amerasuth is comforting, calm. «All will be well.» »

From Suith's neck, Jash is worried about everything. "We should check out everything we can and set up a place for the injured to be treated." Jash just wants to do something. Anything. Put him to work, he is ready.

From Bydelth's neck, N'ano shakes his head "We're not goin' near the clutch right now…. cause you're right, they're probably a little stressed at this point… way to dangerous… we'll let Hannah and Yulianna deal with them at this moment till it's alright for us. So-let's go down to the bowl and the caverns… see anyone hurtwell, if they can walk, get them to the infirmary… if they're unstable, /don't/ touch them—-just get a healer!"

Lyrianna drops the ripped up chart and follows N'ano back up to Bydelth's neck,"We should help the healers, I would think…I'm sure they have their hands full…"

Lyrianna clambers up Bydelth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

Bydelth takes off.

Valanth takes off.

Suith takes off.

Amerasuth senses Vaelyth thinks « This is not right. My Chosen and her little one can't breathe. »

Vivian just nods, prepared to go make an assessment of the state of the Weyr. And it might be possible to get a good look at the eggs from the sky. Something stops her though, and she shoots a glance of concern toward Torey. "Are you all right? Breathe through your clothes, it helps a bit. Have a handkerchief around here somewhere, if that'll help."

Torey coughs again, but nods, a wet cloth over her face, covering all but her eyes, giving a thumbs up. Her son seems in much the same condition, all bundled up as Vaelyth turns about and spreads her wings."Done, I'm alright." she calls through the cloth.

Vivian nods. "Good." A quick, tight smile, because they are Istan dragonriders, and even the sky falling on them will not be enough to break them. "The others are setting up a base of operations on the ledges." Though no doubt the other dragons have relayed this information already.

You take off.

Sky High Over Northeastern Bowl

You're flying nearly level with the Weyr's towering pinnacles, at this height. Far below you can see the Weyrling training grounds, and the waterfall pool. Numerous ledges line the Weyr wall here. And above you to the north are the Weyr's Star Stones and watchrider's post.

The morning sun shines feebly through the thick haze of smoke covering Ista Island. The wind blows smoke, dust, and ash around, making it difficult to breathe.

Obvious exits:

Star Stones Center Bowl Forest Pools Ledges

You fly southwest across the bowl.

You slide gently down Amerasuth's neck and land with a soft thud.

You go into the living cavern.

Living Cavern

The smooth, rounded walls cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient, lustrous tables run along the axis of the cavern, and at the far end rests the raised dais and high table, where Weyrleaders and honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is embedded into stone: a smoking mountain in black on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.

You go to the Craft Areas.
You go to the Infirmary.

Infirmary

This natural, bubble-shaped cave shows signs of recent renovations, the walls freshly painted, with new fittings. Cupboards cover one wall of the large cave, one marked prominently with a black skull and crossbones and bolted with a heavy lock. A stone bench, covered in a padded sheet, rests in the center of the room directly under a glass glowbasket; this area is the examining table. Racks, draped carefully with sterile cloths, surround the bench. Another bench against the back wall contains a sink, a water heater, and research equipment, including a white cloth draped over what must be a microscope. Three beds line the wall opposite the cupboards, curtains on tracks prepared to be drawn around them. The room smells faintly of redwort and numbweed.

On top of the cupboards are two firelizards.

Kia shrugs idly "I'm sure there are bunch hurt in various places no doubt but most of the riders we were with decided to head for the rider ledges on thh hatching grounds as a safe place to be. There's others out helping people but I figured yeah perhaps I could hwlp with the wounded when they came in… " eyes are a bit glazed at this point and she's completely covered in grim and fith "There's cracks in the walls and the ground, who knows what weyrs have been knocked about more than a little"

Vivian ducks her head in, looking for Healers. And in the infirmary—imagine finding them there. "Going to start hunting wounded," she explains shortly. "They're setting up on the ledges, I think, in case the ceilings in here aren't as sturdy as we'd like them to be."

Serafa nods, fingering a first aid kit she was making up. "Perhaps I should, I dunno, go out and stuff. We have plenty of Healers now" She gestures to the growing throng of NPC healers now bustling about in the infirmary. What timing huh? "Wounded? Take me to them" She semi-commands, taking her emergancy kit and heading for the exit. She's almost clastraphobic now.

Vivian gives a short, quick shrug. "Don't know how bad it is or how many there are. Just figure having healers on hand is better than not. This way." She turns on her heel and hurries out of the infirmary toward the bowl.

You go to the Northeastern Caverns.

You go to the Living Cavern.

You head out to the bowl.

Southeastern Bowl

This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.

The morning sun shines feebly through the thick haze of smoke covering Ista Island. The wind blows smoke, dust, and ash around, making it difficult to breathe.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are six firelizards.

Bronze Nhamarath, green Fellrath, brown Morath, green Briganth, brown Hoth, brown Djarreth, green Ivrylth, blue Celth, bronze Bydelth, blue Valanth, and gold Amerasuth are here.

Vivian swings herself onto Amerasuth's neck and offers a hand to pull Serafa up.

Serafa clambers up Amerasuth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

You take off.

You fly into the upper entrance of the grounds.

You glide down for a landing.

Ledge

So many ledges, so few Hatchings. Ledges both wide and narrow cut shallow perches the length and height of the cavern: some short and crowded, others broad and deep and wide. It doesn't matter, for each offers a distinctive view of the caverns below, the sands that fill it, and the clutch — should there be one — somewhere beneath those heated grains of earth.

Near the galleries the ledges are most numerous, broad and scarred by countless dragons depositing dignitaries and riders. Smaller ledges and the ocassional well-kept ladder or tricky stone step connect one to the next and so on out around the cavern.

Gliding about is a green firelizard.

Brown Banoth, green Castaliath, green Fiareth, and green Suith are here.

D'baji, Jash, Nadine, and Lyrianna are here.

Serafa slides from Amerasuth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Amerasuth settles on the ledge, her rider and passenger slipping off to the ground. "Here's a healer. How are we?"

Ledge

So many ledges, so few Hatchings. Ledges both wide and narrow cut shallow perches the length and height of the cavern: some short and crowded, others broad and deep and wide. It doesn't matter, for each offers a distinctive view of the caverns below, the sands that fill it, and the clutch — should there be one — somewhere beneath those heated grains of earth.

Near the galleries the ledges are most numerous, broad and scarred by countless dragons depositing dignitaries and riders. Smaller ledges and the ocassional well-kept ladder or tricky stone step connect one to the next and so on out around the cavern.

Gliding about is a green firelizard.

Brown Banoth, green Castaliath, green Fiareth, green Suith, and gold Amerasuth are here.

D'baji, Jash, Nadine, Lyrianna, and Serafa are here.

Obvious exits:

Galleries

You slide gently down Amerasuth's neck and land with a soft thud.

Fiareth drops a foreleg, craning neck to watch E'an dismount.

Stratus appears suddenly from ::between::, his tail curling behind him like a trail of smoke as he selects a perch.

Nadine starts struggling to her feet, slowly, as if testing her ability to remain upright and hold her lunch down. One wonders how long she'll manage that once the smell of the dead and injured reaches her in the main Weyr. "We need to get people out of the Weyr, they could be injured or…more injured." She gulps to keep down her nerves at the first thought that came to her. "The eggs should be fine…and I don't think any riders at least are…seriously hurt, I haven't hear the creel of the dragons." She glances behind her at Suith, as if expecting the green to suddenly explode in mournful song.

"Hey, I only know fish, laundry, and cooking," D'baji shrugs- ah yes, he who attempts humour when people are getting squished by rocks. "Finding people would probably be good, but we'd have to get a big enough team organized… Nah, there's been no keening, but it's not riders we have to worry about, I think… Probably more the residents here who can't be safe by flying around?"

"Not here, anyway," Vivian agrees, a flash of sadness momentarily darkening her face. "They've lost riders at the High Reaches." She scans the group appraisingly. "Anyone who's not a healer, we should start looking for injured."

Serafa is scared to look really. It isnt the the ride. Who woulda thunk that she would ever get to ride a queen dragon. She looks eventually, gasping a little at the damage to the Hatching grounds, but is strangely reassured by the fact the queens seem pretty calm for the most part. Turning to the rather young handsome journeyman who came with her she questions the need to have a more permanent set up here. "Okay Anyone really hurt?" She asks. Eyes straying to the sands once more.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla isn't moving. Nu-uh. Not even to look for injured. She keeps her eyes tightly shut. "I'm not getting down." She says in a whisper. "The ground might move again."

From the hatching sands, Dhiammarath doesn't quite watch Nverath, but the tension in the largest gold's body is evidence enough that Nverath's caution is advisable. She gives a low croon, first sound she's made, half enquireing, as if asking if the shaking is over so she can re-arange her eggs, rather than curll around them to stop them from clinking together.

Amerasuth thinks to you, « I bespoke Dhiammarath with: Amerasuth thinks « Your little ones are safe? » »

E'an sighs at Yla and promptly walks up to her dragon. he steps lightly on Castaliath to reach the greenrider, and pats her back comfortingly. "Yla, it's okay. It's all over now…" He pats her leg, as well. "We're fine." Suddenly, he grips her though, and starts shaking her. "Oh no! Its starting again! Ahhh!"

Amerasuth senses Dhiammarath's reply is a hiss, tinged with lacquered red and sharp spice, more upset than her actual speach lets on. «They are safe. The shaking did them no harm.» With enough bite in her voice to indicate her reaction if they /had/ been harmed.

Amerasuth thinks to you, « I bespoke Dhiammarath with: Amerasuth had expected as much, that the weyr would be in more than chaos had the clutch been damaged. Her thoughts, though wordless, are soothing and confident. »

Castaliath seems less than impressed with E'an theatrics, as she attempts to whap the insensitive git with her tail. "You bastard, that's not funny!" Yla snaps, pulling her head up. But at least it's got her to move, hmm? In fact, it's got her to move than move, as with the sharpness of motion in her attempt to pull away from E'an, she overbalances and topples over the other side of her dragon, somewhat reminiscent of the plunge off the edge of the starstones earlier. She hits the ground with a loud thud and just lies there, stunned, a moment. Then: "Ow. That hurt." A pause. "That /really/ hurt."

Nadine straightens herself, taking more deep breaths. "Okay. First thing is to find out if the shaking is done." A glance towards E'an lets her know that he's certainly not going to help with that. She rolls her eyes in exasperation. "Um…once we're sure of that, we should go inside and make sure no one was crushed or hurt or anything." A beat. "Right?"

Yla slides from her position between sleek neckridges, and drops the final foot or so to the ground with a thud.

From Suith's neck, M'er isn't hurt, no. He just stands there, really, looking confused but hopeful. "And Valanth and Bydelth aren't here, so maybe they helped someone,.. or something." Or they got hurt. But M'er doesn't want to think about that. He traipses back over to Suith, who croons at her rider. His eyes then focus on E'an torturing poor Yla. Hey. He's biased to the person /he/ was Searched be. "Er. Yla, you okay?"

D'baji falls to gnawing at his lip, pondering, of course. "So where would be best to go looking first? Do we have reports of where things have been falling, are we going inside and outside, one or the other, both… And we should probably establish a sort of pattern too, yeah? I think most of the major shakes are done for now… or maybe here's just steadier, whatever, but really…"

Serafa watches E'an with something akin to horror. "And you have children." Tsktsk, is all she comments before heading towards Yla. "What hurts? Your neck or your head? I woulda thought you'd have been riding long enough to avoid this kinda thing" She tries to be funny. "Oh I saw N'ano in the Infirmary, he's alright" She reassures, giving Yla a brief once over.

Jash walks over to D'baji. "Tell me what to do and I'll go." He doesn't sound all heroic like they do in the movies. He is back to his quiet subdued voice and shy mannerisms. Helping is what is needed and helping is what he will do. For the first time since he became a candidate, cleaning comes in second no matter how big the mess.

Yla slowly, and rather painfully, manages to lever herself up to prop herself on her elbows. To be confronted by a big green head that's whuffling her gently. Or attempting to. As there's a healer being fussy in the way. "I'm fine. Just landed on my back. Ow." Then her senses seem to come back to her. "Shard it, E'an. Don't you ever do that again!" She's more embarrassed than anything at her reaction, which seems to overcome her immediate attack of nerves. But she's still reflexively reaching for the reassurance of her dragon, terror still evident in her voice.

Lyrianna makes her way around the ledge,"I'm fine. I can help, do so-" Sentence is cut off as a rock rolls by Lyrianna, causing the girl to trip, going tumbling to the floor, hitting her chin. Hard. "Faranth! Ow!" Hand goes to lip, which she was stupidly nibbling when she fell. Fingers are pulled away from her chin as she sits up. Seeing blood the girl's eyes begin to fill up with water. "Uhm…" Cue a small sniffle. "Seffy?" she whimpers as she sits on the ground, one hand over a bleeding bottom lip. Sniffle. "Ouch."

E'an falls off the other end of Castaliath, hitting the ground with a *thud* as well. He stands up, however. "Sorry! I couldn't help it. Now, I guess we should see to what extent…" Pause. "Oh my goodness! The children!" Squeak. "The nurseries! What's happened to the nurseries? The children might be hurt!" He clutches at the nearset person. "What should we do?"

"Someone should check the caverns," Vivian says, joining D'baji and Jash. "And a rider or two ought to do sweeps over the beach and the fields."

Torey comes up from the galleries looking for a dragon — I know I parked around here somewhere.

Vaelyth comes up from the galleries looking for a dragon — I know I parked around here somewhere.

"At this time of day," Nadine says worriedly, "I'd imagine most people would be eating lunch in the living caverns. Those are really big, though, they probably stayed up…right? Right?" She looks around for reassurance, someone to tell her everyone's okay and happy and bouncy and gleeful and she can go back to normal routine chores in the morning. "We should…probably go look, right? Get all the riders out so they can do sweeps and stuff, yeah, and maybe send some to the holds and crafthalls to help…?"

Serafa rolls her eyes. "Yes you are fine…Did I ever tell you about the time Kita broke her arm dismounting?" She asks chirpily before a wail and the sight of a bloody chin capture her attention. "Hold that though Yla…" She breathes as she goes to inspect the injury. Her hunky Journeyman friend a little distracted by the dragons antics. "Here lemme see?" The healer asks from beside Lyri. "Sometimes these things bleed more than they need too" She offers with a small smile.

"I'll do the caverns," D'baji is quick to volunteer. "Unless… Well, Jash, maybe you should?" A questioning look shot to the candidates now. "Nverath ought to be able to do sweeps, he's reassured himself about all that," a nod to the clutches, "by now. Just appeal to his sense of duty, you know… And he's good at picking things up on sweeps." There. D'baji is feeling a bit more organized already.

Yla gets to her feet, one hand retaining contact on her dragon's nose at all times as she walks back towards the rest of the group. "I'll do anything that's needed." She murmurs, fingers twitching, partially embarrassed at /showing/ she's so scared easily.

Lyrianna stares at Serafa with wide eyes, then obediently moves her hand away with a sniffle. "It huuurts," she whimpers, tilting her chin towards the healer. A small drop of blood falls to her shirt - good thing she's not wearing a good outfit. "I think I bit it." She's referring to her lip, of course.

Bright blinks in from ::between::!

"I can do sweeps," Vivian offers. "Or caverns, for that matter, I know where all the hiding places are by now. I daresay most the Candidates will too, ye might take one with ye." Her head tilts, considering. "Am figures she can organise fine from the air, I'll sweep the forest."

Nadine stares Lyri. "Ow. Did you bite yourself?" Statement of the obvious. "I'll go wherever I'm needed," she offers, then flushes slightly at the Weyrwoman's comment before pulling herself straighter. "I don't know why anyone would be hiding," unless they have work they're supposed to do, "but we can certainly look…"

Jash nods to D'baji. "I'll be better here. I can't fly." It wasn't a joke, really, no smile or voice change to show that he is anything but serious. "Perhaps all of the candidates except for Serafa can go searching for the injured. I'm sure the healers have set up an emergency area." Jash is talking mostly to himself by now, waiting for the final decision on where he will be headed. Candidate waits for the rider's verdict.

You release Leilu, who launches into the air.

Serafa can't help but chuckle. "I think you did to, I just wanna know if you can see day light through it." She jests surely? Taking fingers and sterilising the best she could. "I'm just gonna take a look for you okay?" She asks, carefuly opening the bottom lip. Taking a flask of water she clears away the pooling blood and saliva so that she can have a better look.

D'baji nods slowly to Vivian, pondering some more. "If you want to do the forest, I could do the beaches? 'Ver and I know those well enough, and the candidates'll do fine on the ground." A careful blink is sent Jashwards next. "So I'm betting no firelizards are sane enough to keep in contact, hmm?" is tossed that way, wow, a mood lightener- or he means it as one. Then Nadine: "They'd be hidin' 'cause they're scared, I'd figure. But yeah, if you guys want to do the caverns, I'd think that would be a lot more effective than wasting riders doing that sort… What do you think, Vivian?"

Vivian nods as Leilu settles herself atop one of the railings. "My firelizards are sane," she offers—Amerasuth keeps them that way, for one thing. "Sounds good. I'll do the forest, ye take the beaches. Jash, ye're in charge of searching the caverns, take whoever you need."

Torey coughs as she walks in, Vaelyth following her, refusing to stay outside, not that Tors blames her. Tolarin is now in Torey's arms as she climbs up to the top of the steps and glances around. "Anything I can do?"

Lyrianna's eyebrows go sky-high. "Daylight? What? But-but…" She is cut off by the healer-candi poking at her lip, and quiets until,"Ouuu," she sniffs as best she can without moving her bottom lip. 'How can you bandage a lip?' Lyri thinks to herself, wanting very much to ask, but that might cause hurt. So she decides not to risk it.

From the hatching sands, Nverath takes off.

Nverath lands neatly, and furls his wings.

Yla would be quiet happy to get back astride her dragon and away from the previously demonstrated unstable floor, but then she hasn't exactly been told what to do. "Shall I sweep as well?" she asks.

Nadine nods to everyone talking, and scoot son over to Jash. "D'you need me?" she asks him. "I don't have much skill in anything, but I'm not hurt either, and that's about as good as you're going to get for me." She starts to nibble her lip, looks at Lyri, and thinks better of it.

"We… We do need the fields done yet, no?" D'baji calls to Yla with a shrug. "And are we gonna want to each double-check over something someone else has done? Just to make sure no details are missed? I mean, if we have time, it might be worth it- and run sweeps off and on, should people start oozing out, and in case there're more shakes happening…." And then a beam as Nverath gets his big bronze butt to here he's supposed to be.

Jash nods to D'baji and Vivian, not getting the joke behind D'baji's lizard comment. "Mine are hidden. I haven't really asked anyone else about their lizards." He seems to pause a moment as if to ask that very question but then thinks better. "I'll get the candidates." He turns and walks towards a huddled group of the younger candidates and waves to Nadine for her to join them. Lyrianna is glanced at but it seems she won't be joining them for a little while. Nadine gets a nod "Lets go see what happened."

Vivian nods agreement to D'baji's instructions. "Aye, Yla, the fields, if ye could. The dragons can let each other know if we find anything we oughtn't." She climbs aboard Amerasuth again and adds, "so can the ones here, if it's needed. Otherwise the firelizards will give them an idea. Th' searchers ought to take a lizard or two with them as well."

You clamber up Amerasuth's neck and set yourself between two neckridges.

Amerasuth [Ledge]

Sunsets fingertips have left streaks ablaze atop heads crown, leaving an intense crimson capping that crests headknobs and pools into coppery reds. Ruddy shades melt and fuse into orange-toned bronze that skims over and past each perfectly, euphoniously, formed neckridge and finally spills across her shoulders to culminate into thin limbs. Brassy gold, simplistic in a shade that brings to mind freshly buffed brass, flirts with wingsails sodden with faint hints of summer expirations yellow-green streaks and darker verdant veins that end in an equally green frilled edging. Pure sun-speckled gold washes across form and culminates into bronzed tail as rusty talons flecked with marigold match the finalization of tails ruddy tip.

Amerasuth seems to be listening.

Yla ducks to avoid getting hit as Castaliath flips her wings out of the way and extends a foreleg, before she grips the straps and scrabbles up.

D'baji vaults to a seat amidst foamy neckridges with the help of an extended liquid-golden forearm.
You take off.

[here there is much random flying by dragons]

High Above Silver Forest

Above Silver Cove

The noon sun's rays shine in a diffuse amber glow through the haze of smoke filling the Istan skies. The wind continues to blow, blistering everything in its path with smoke and ash.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she is tired, unhappy, pale red and gold and a streak of determined silver. «It is hard to see. And breathe.»

Leilu> Serafa can't help but chuckle. "I think you did to, I just wanna know if you can see day light through it." She jests surely? Taking fingers and sterilising the best she could. "I'm just gonna take a look for you okay?" She asks, carefuly opening the bottom lip. Taking a flask of water she clears away the pooling blood and saliva so that she can have a better look. *repose*

Leilu> Torey scrambles up Vaelyth's rainbow hide straps, with the help of a golden tail, settling between golden neckridges.

Leilu> Lyrianna's eyebrows go sky-high. "Daylight? What? But-but…" She is cut off by the healer-candi poking at her lip, and quiets until,"Ouuu," she sniffs as best she can without moving her bottom lip. 'How can you bandage a lip?' Lyri thinks to herself, wanting very much to ask, but that might cause hurt. So she decides not to risk it.

Leilu> Vaelyth takes off.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Nverath clouds his tone with a challenging navy blue- defiance to the red and grey floating all over the place what with sunshine and ash. «Flying low involves a risk, but it is better for scanning the area. Breathing, well… Can we fly above the ash for the occasional breath?» 'Cause he's certainly gonna try it now.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Vaelyth creels in dispair, it blinding, though soothed by the deep violets of duty. «It gets worse higher up still.» At least for the moment. «This burns worse than fierstone stink.»

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she is a queen, and so is not as used to breathing the smoke as the fighting dragons are. «It is worse higher,» she confirms, dusky swirls of maroon and grey. «Better near the water, though.»

Leilu> Serafa washes the blood away long enough to have a look, before turning the lip over to look at the other side. "Well, good news is You didn't bite all the way through. But It looks like you will need stitches. Which I am not about to do here." She diagnoses. "And" She winces. "It'll probably leave a tiny weency scar." She just hasta let her know this.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Castaliath's mindvoice seems a little throaty. A manifestation of the ash burning her mouth, maybe? She's further inland, away from the somewhat clearer over-water airs. « I can see fires. Not well, but there are lights through the ash. And I cannot see anything clearly! We just have to guess where we see things. »

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Heliuth skirts along the outer rims of fire, dusky embers scattering about the mindlink. « It is very bad high-up, » is rumbled in a comfirmation. « The air itself lives, » is thought along the tones of fiery reds. « It's as bad as Thread, gagging one's throat as it is. »

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Vaelyth has simly heard from the other dragons, and the usual rainbow brilliance of her thoughts are clouded and dusty, her distaste for the ash plain, alnost a complaint though she defies it to keep her on the ground as well. «Many fires burn along the mountains and groves. Looks like everything is ablaze to the east.»

You tuck your wings and dive into the water.

You take off.

Above Silver Cove

You soar above Silver Cove. Below, the turquoise waters look cool, clear, and inviting. You can see fish swimming around beneath the waves, and firelizards cavort in the waters. It seems like quite a peaceful place. As you look about, you notice a wide expanse of beach bordering the cove on the north and east, and you can just make out the roof of a building beneath the trees off the northeastern beach. To the east, Silver Forest stretches for miles. Further south of here, Silver Ridge separates this valley from the Weyr valley just beyond.

The noon sun's rays shine in a diffuse amber glow through the haze of smoke filling the Istan skies. The wind continues to blow, blistering everything in its path with smoke and ash.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Nverath rumbles an affirmative to Amerasuth's observation. «The oceans are clearer, yes. There is nothing to make ash in the water.» Seems logical. «Perhaps it would be best to land and Search the commonly crowded areas from the ground? The air does nothing to aid us in this sense.» And the colours take a definite clouding, frustration for the situation. «It is hot.»

Leilu> Lyrianna stares, wide-eyed at Serafa, and tears begin to spill over. "Stitches? But… Stitches?" How terrifying. Lyri stands up, clapping a hand over her chin. "Stitches…./hurt/." As far as Lyri knows, since she's never had any.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she sparkles a litte, droplets of water that infect her mindvoice as well as her skin. «Have taken a dive. It is cooler if you are wet.» Of course it also makes the ash stick more, and her rider is now thoroughly uncomfortable, but there is a certain logic in it. «The forest is thick, but it is blown in by the wind. It is not on fire.»

Leilu> Jash leads the group of candidates off to search and destroy, errr, help… I meant help, really.

Leilu> Jash makes his way carefully down into the galleries.

Leilu> Serafa nods. "Sure, but its a heck of a lot better than it never closing and you bleeding from a bite through your lip for the rest of your life…" The healer consoles as she gets the girl moving off towards the Infirmary.

Leilu> Lyrianna grumbles,"I guesso…" and heads towards the 'firmary

Leilu> Lyrianna makes her way carefully down into the galleries.

Leilu> Serafa makes her way carefully down into the galleries.

[IstaCan] Vivian hopes the healers are going to be ready to treat for smoke inhalation and a lot of surface burns.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Castaliath's disgust transmits itself easily. « My rider can barely breath. This is not air we fly in. » And she sounds rather indignant about it, all things told. « We cannot tell if the fields are damaged. The air is thick and obscure. Should we land and see if we can see better? » Waiting for a cue, obviously.

[IstaCan] Yla makes dramatic choking sounds.

[IstaCan] Jash: And cuts and scrapes. I wonder if we are going to have a numbweed shortage?

[IstaCan] Vivian: Pern-wide, probably.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Vaelyth thinks « This isn't air. It's flying mud. Can't breathe or see. It's dangerous flying in this. »

Leilu> Stratus glides in a few curling circles before disappearing ::between:: like a wisp of smoke that has lost its form.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Nverath's tones have become rather set by this point: a stubborn storm of blues and yellows, while the normally smoky scent carried with it is accented magnificently. «Your riders would do better to breathe through some sort of cloth, if they do not do so already. A tunic, perhaps.» A jolt of silver surprise to interrupt his clouding. «Perhaps flying low isn't the best attempt… Would it be wisest to land? We do no good here if we put ourselves in danger and still cannot see.»

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she suggests: «Listen for fear. Ask firelizards to help. If we can hear people who are afraid, we can find them.»

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Vaelyth thinks « Your riders should wet the cloth, keeps throats from burning and catches more ash, safer. Better too. »

Leilu> Nadine makes her way carefully down into the galleries.

[IstaCan] Yla: Braincells Vivian. :)

[IstaCan] Jash: The dragons can land right outside. I'm going to the LC

[AmiCans] Danae: Yea? Sounds fun. ;) Workin yet?

[IstaCan] Jash: And groundweyrs. We will probably even use the bowl.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she would be proud to say that her rider has been breathing through a kerchief since this whole thing began, but is distracted by something and her thoughts abruptly change colour, texture, scent. «We have found someone.»

You glide down for a landing.

[NOTE: All the people we found were NPCs, and we didn't RP catching them, just communicated by dragon-projection. You're not missing anything here, honest.]

Silver Ridge

This somewhat flat part of the ridgeline offers magnificent views. The ridge descends sharply to the west, knifing into the ocean far below. The ocean stretches out all around. To the north is the pristine Silver Cove, while the impressive 5-fingered rim of Ista Weyr rises off to the south.

The noon sun's rays shine in a diffuse amber glow through the haze of smoke filling the Istan skies. The wind continues to blow, blistering everything in its path with smoke and ash.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Castaliath pauses a moment so as she does not overlap the queen in her report, and eagerly delivers: « We have also. They are cut off on a rocky outcropping. Yla has dismounted to try and fetch them. » A pause, an even longer one as she communicates with her rider. « We have found them. Do we bring them to the weyr? »

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Castaliath thinks « Or do we look for more? »

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she thinks « takes a moment to answer, there is a brief flash of image from her—hovering, balanced against the rocks of the ridge, while her rider perches precariously on her shoulder trying to pull another person aboard. «We should bring them to Healers. The Weyr first. Should not take injured people Between without Healers.» »

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Nverath gives a properly solid snort. «We are landing- better to search any rocky areas, even with the beaches so close to water, there is ash.» A definite pause. «So back to the Weyr- where is the safest point?»

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Vaelyth thinks « Incomming with wounded. » Images flash of helping holders down to healers, dragon in pause before taking off again, barely a moment's stop before on the search again. «How many might be missing? »

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Castaliath starts to respond with a question, and then breaks off, declaring after a moment. « We find someone else! » A pause, then an image flash of ash and brief glimpses of scenery whipping past. « We are returning. »

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she is bothered. «There is nowhere to propery land.» Crimson whorls of concern lace her words, her thoughts, dark with the scent of burnt cinnamon. «The wounded one says he was not alone. We go to find the others.»

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Nverath bugles a triumph, a flash of gold highlighting his mindvoice. «Yes, two here. And an animal- canine. Must we transport those as well?» Annoyance sifts into the tone as well as he announces, «It bites.»

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she does not answer for a while, and when she does, the canine and its teeth are far from her thoughts. «We have found others. They do not move. One is not alive.» It disturbs her, and her voice darkens even further.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Nverath tosses an angry flash of orange in for added emphasis to the comment of, «The winds pick up to the north, it does not help. There is a pile of rocks, and people here. Blood.» That last just about sums it up. «Everything is reddish. We return with more.»

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she says simply, «we return.» A moment's concern for Nverath and his find. «We will take them to the weyr. When that is done, do you need us?»

You take off.

Sky Above Silver Ridge

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Nverath is getting steadily concerned, a respectful quiet pushed onto his words. «We've taken all that will be moved… Perhaps we will bring some Healers back after dropping off our wounded, if there are Healers to be had- I do not know how long those left will manage.»

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that she understands that quiet, for she feels it herself. They have left behind the one who will not ever move again. She says nothing, only offers what soft red comfort she can.

You go to the Ground Weyrs.

Ground Weyrs

Dark stone arches upwards to vault high above the entrance to these ground-level weyrs. Large enough for more than a few dragons, pillars define the expanse of one smooth dragon-couch from the next, to offer at least the hint of privacy. Redolent, the air struggles towards the vents high above in an attempt to escape the prevalent odors of redwort and numbweed that drift and lurk in every tidy corner. Tunnels branch off like tentacles, heading into dragon-healer's quarters and the infirmary further southeast.

Green Castaliath is here.

Nverath galumphs in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Amerasuth glides into the weyr, hovering a little above the ground, as careful as she can manage. Vivian holds two limp bodies against her, tied in by fighting straps, and having landed, she sets to balancing them carefully as she undoes the fastenings.

<Ista Weyr> Amerasuth senses that Vaelyth lets out a saddened, tragic creel, both for the one Amerasuth feels for, and the group that she, with her rider, found, no words for that sound.

You slide gently down Amerasuth's neck and land with a soft thud.

Healers have been mobilised, and they appear as if from the walls themselves to make noises of appraisal over the wounded.

Nverath settles concernedly, his rider having escorted his own charges to the infirmary. A gentle croon is offered to Amerasuth, a warble for Castaliath, and then a thrum here and there for the injured and the workers. Encourage everyone, reassure everyone, and all will work out- right?

Vivian abandons her charges into the care of the Healers and leans heavily back against Amerasuth. Her red leathers are dark and sticky with ash, and dirt, and dried blood. Her cheeks are beginning to blister beneath the dirt, and her eyes are red and watery. In short, she looks awful. "There was one more," she says, "who's not coming back. I'm—I'm not sure if we should have brought back the body or not. D'ye think I ought to go retrieve it?"

[did not pose out. had to go to work. oh well. that be the end.]

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