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Post by shadowreine on Mar 4, 2010 13:11:50 GMT -5
It was about time for noonmeal. Indeed, noonmeal was what C'lyn had on the table in front of him.
Kelyna was not there. In fact, the Weyrleader was apparently eating completely alone, surrounded by several conspicuously empty chairs.
In truth, C'lyn was more than a little worried. The death of the bronze weyrling appeared, per the healers, to have been poison. The cooks were taking strong precautions...but what if the poisoner *was* one of the cooks.
He could think of no personal reason why anyone would take out a young bronzerider. Nor could he understand why the High Council would. They would be more likely to target Tirlynna.
Which, of course, was a huge part of his concern. He was not sure how he could protect his sister and her truly lovely dragon from what might be going on.
He needed advice. He wished, not for the first time, that Allride had some older riders. A solid, older brown or blue rider as his wingsecond was what he most needed...and such was simply not available. There were plenty of solid brownriders, but they were all kids. Younger than him, for the most part, and he too young to be Weyrleader by most measures.
The bronzerider was not sure what to do. But maybe *somebody* would have an idea...hence the conspicuously, slightly pushed out, empty chairs. The clear invitation for somebody else to join him.
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Post by Franny on Mar 20, 2010 23:58:14 GMT -5
Hellia was taking a break from guard duty. Recently, she had been trying to spread herself and Hellisk over the entire weyr. They just weren''t enough to guard from the assassin.
Hellia grabbed some food and threw herself into and anempty chair. There was too much to do. She starred at the food for a second and then begin eating. She looked up and realized she was sitting near the weyrleader.
She chewed her food enough so that she could speak, "Good day weryleader. Sorry I am in such a rush I didn't notice you. Everythings on a shardin tight schedule."
She talked like a guardsman even when she was trying to be polite. She couldn't help the words that slipped in. It was how she had grown up.
Talking with food was exceptable in her world, but she tried not to around others here, it seemed to disgust them.
They were her employers and it was best to keep them happy. Unhappy employers got rid of you, of course, maybe that would be for the best with the killings...
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Post by shadowreine on Mar 21, 2010 18:28:55 GMT -5
C'lyn nodded. "With what happened to that young bronzerider...we really need to get you more help. Why don't you ask the russet handler? She's not a guard per se, but I wouldn't want to tangle with her. Or her wher."
He had met Teosk. Once. It was not an experience he wanted to repeat any time soon. The russet was just plain wild and nasty, and would probably have GONE wild if there had not been a handler just as bad available.
He slid some of the wine over to the guard, in case she wanted to pour herself a glass. He was worried about the situation, and keeping his eyes open, but what could one man, trained mostly to fly dragon wings, do?
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