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.
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.
