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739.07.24 | Dawn of Ruination - R'nya - 14.Aug.18

R’nya had been awake for a couple of hours when the firelizard appeared with a shriek in the main living area, interrupting an early morning breakfast. The little blue creature was unknown to the Weyrleader, but honestly, that wasn’t particularly surprising. They were growing in numbers, and while R’nya was still fairly sure most were useless, they certainly weren’t all completely pointless. The little blue that landed on his breakfast plate lost a lot of points for that – though it caused both his older girls to dissolve into laughter – he was rather impressed by the way it ignored Rhaedalyn’s firelizards in favour of making sure he took the message it had brought.

Like M’ris, R’nya read the letter twice, convinced it was some kind of strange joke. He heard Xyreith shifting fromw here he was curled up with Aradissicath and R’nya stood up quickly, unintentionally causing his chair to topple to the floor, which startled the girls and made one of the babies cry. R’nya flinched, but didn’t bother to pick it up. “Sorry, love. Send Whisper for Madiquel to help you with the children. There is an emergency in Ista.” R’nya spoke calmly, so as not to freak out the children – or, hopefully, Rhaedalyn – too much. “Xyreith, rally the Weyr.”

Sir! The bronze made his way swiftly to the edge of the Weyr, and bellowed loudly, following up the vocal call with a mental shout for all the dragons and their riders to meet in the Weyrbowl, fully decked in riding leathers and straps. R’nya, for his part, quickly made his way to his desk and scrawled a quick reply, stating Fort’s assistance was incoming, before looking around for the blue firelizard that had brought the letter – it was on the edge of his desk. Strange little creature – and sending it to Telgar Weyr’s leaders.

Leaving his desk, R’nya made his way to Rhaedalyn, kissing her warmly. “Ista is on fire,” he murmured, too low for their chattering daughters to overhear. “See what emergency supplies we can spare; I have a feeling Ista is going to need numbweed, fellis and bandages. Probably food as well, and wine.” He kissed her again. “I love you, and I will keep you updated.” Kissing each of the girls, R’nya strode into their bedroom, quickly dressing in full dragonrider’s leathers and then out to the ledge, where Xyreith was just as swiftly put into his leathers. Once they were prepared, R’nya mounted and they glided down to the Weyrbowl, the bronze dragon bellowing again, urging the stragglers to get a move on.