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Post by shadowreine on Apr 26, 2010 9:08:00 GMT -5
M'kar sat in a corner of the kitchen. He was not exactly angry...he was not somebody who became angry that easily.
Maybe 'fuming' was the word he was looking for. There was bad stuff going on. And he was worried about himself. About his dragon. About everyone else in the Weyr.
True, the firerider had few really close friends and, thanks to the weyrling celibacy period screwing up his plans on that front, no lovers. He kept hoping Fioreth would catch him a partner, but it had not happened yet.
And now...
The Weyr was in real danger. He was in real danger, even if they were mostly going after the ranking riders.
He did not know what to do, and he knew there was precious little he *could* do...except glower into his klah.
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Post by Franny on May 5, 2010 23:54:02 GMT -5
Kelyna was tired. She always felt tired recently. The crazyness around the weyr was killing her. She wasn't sure what do do anymore. When she had started the weyr, she had imagined peaceful rebellion by simply starting her own place weyr the high council wasn't in control, but apparently nothing could be out of control. She hated even thought, but she was worried that the high council was the one in control of the killings. And she was afraid the she, her unborn, and Karlyn were in danger. C'lyn and F'mar would probably also be on the kill list for being founders, and C'lyn for being her weyrmate.
Kelyna was most worried about her unborn and C'lyn. They might not touch Karlyn because of her muteness, but would they allow her to bear her child first, or would they kill her before? Of course, they probably didn't know, she kept forgetting to tell C'lyn due to all the pressure and stress. Stress that kept her sleepless at night wondering what she could do to put out better protective measures.
She wondered how the killer could deal with their conscious, and all the dragons that died. The dragons were teh hardest part. That had sent Malaracyht into a funk where she moaned in her sleep and barely talked while awake. That also worried Kelyna.
Kelyna sat beside a boy she recognized as the fire rider. "Wish that killer would die sometimes,"she finally spoke, but she didn't even look toward the firerider who she was sitting near. Instead she starred at the cup of klah she had set on the talbe. She more wished the killer would just not exist and everything would go back to normal, but that wouldn't happen. She was stuck with the situation, and sometimes even her peaceful mind wished death on the killer.
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Post by shadowreine on May 6, 2010 14:35:43 GMT -5
Softly, the fire rider looked up at her. "If I catch him, he will. Or she. We can't assume."
The killer could be a woman as easily as a man. It could even...no. How could it be a dragonrider, when all dragons answered to Malaracyth.
Unless an outside queen had suborned them. Which was possible. More than possible. "I don't think we're likely to have the choice if we catch him," M'kar added. "I doubt he'll give us the choice to simply imprison him, and then where? How? How can we be sure he never gets out again?"
There was only one way to be sure, as far as the young rider was concerned...kill the assassin and drop his body Between just to be certain.
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