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21.Apr.13, 12:10 AM
In truth, V’ler would have been as far away as possible from the execution but his dedication to his craft kept him from leaving the Square. He needed a record of what happened and didn’t trust anyone else to document the events properly or in a neat hand that he could easily read later on. He did, however, send Veeth away. B’jin had of course asked if they would assist in shuttling the weyrlings to a quiet location for a day outside the weyr and while it had been tempting, V’ler offered only Veeth’s assistance and stated his duty to the quill and parchment came first this time. Veeth was too sweet to have to see any of this and while V’ler had improved on blocking thoughts from his dragon that liked to gossip so he hoped Larrikith and all the other pretty females would distract Veeth enough that any stray emotion he had when the execution happened would be overlooked.
Everything seemed so surreal from where V’ler had set up off to the side. He had dragged a chair outside to sit on and had a thin piece of wood on his lap to be used as the hard flat surface that was perfect for writing upon. Papers and ink were prepped and all V’ler had to do was remember to breathe and write down everything he saw from the various emotions in the crowd to the interaction between the accused and S’kef. V’ler didn’t have a true opinion on whether or not T’shiro was guilty. There was evidence supporting the claim but not everything was always as it seemed. He knew that from D’hys and Z’ia especially. Friendly guys in public but wild in bed. Anyone could have actually attacked D’ren and framed someone else since masks were so easily worn amongst the population. Either way, T’shiro was guilty and all would be well or he was innocent but the guilty party would back down and behave once more.
The most important thing to V’ler regarding the whole ordeal was that D’ren and Ronarth were fine. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the former Weyrleader but the man was nice enough to not want harm wished upon him. It was the sweet dragon V’ler was partial to. It would have been heartbreaking to lose that gentle giant though V’ler couldn’t stand losing any of the beasts. The shock of losing a classmate so early on was hard and not something the new bluerider wanted to experience again but there he was, up close and personal with the execution of a rider and subsequently a dragon. It was exactly that which made everything surreal. They needed all the dragons they had to help rebuild and repopulate, especially a strong bronze. Yet they were willingly killing him. It was nice seeing not everyone agreed with the idea and he would have voiced his opposition as well but V’ler knew examples had to be made if they wanted to keep any sort of order in the Weyr and not revert to barbarians.
While he had no idea what was said, a note was made regarding S’kef and T’shiro talking privately before the execution. If he was lucky, perhaps later on he could ask the brownrider what was said to have a complete log of events. It was unlikely and V’ler suspected anything could be said to him instead of the truth but it was still worth a shot. He made a little star next to that note to remind himself it was incomplete and needed following up on.
R'nya was as bland as dry toast as he read off the proclamation but V'ler wasn't surprised. He could barely remember the man's name most of the time which was a good sign of his entertainment levels. Still, V’ler wrote down what he could but again starred the passage to make sure he could get a copy of the statement from the bronzerider later on to have the exact wording. Everything seemed to go off script with the last word being read, however, when Tsuen appeared and demanded her own brand of justice. Green eyes were wide at the demand for T’shiro’s head but he wrote down her words, S’kef’s reaction, R’nya stumbling, and D’hys jumping in for whatever reason. His smooth-talking was noted and seemed to work well enough as the trio moved aside to stand not too far from where he sat. It was perfect and distracting. He could overhear any complaints Tsuen would have but there was the chance she would drown out official words.
Luckily, S’kef seemed to have enough and declared it to be the moment of action. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as he watched S’kef escort T’shiro over to Tyrrisath and the brown beast grab him. T’shiro said nothing though V’ler did note the way the man looked out into the crowd and seemed to stare at someone, possibly relaying a message through only the look or through Crucluith to a loved one or an ally. They would likely never know as the other person didn’t speak up right then which would have been the perfect time as a hush fell over the crowd.
In one erratic heartbeat, Tyrrisath vanished between and several long and tense seconds later, he returned, emptied handed. The silence didn’t last long after that as someone in the crowd started crying and Crucluith gave a bellow when he lost his connection to his bonded. V’ler found he couldn’t look away from the tormented bronze and just when he thought the bellow would never end, Crucluith went between to join his rider. The silence was deafening after the grief in that cry but V’ler couldn’t tell if he was relieved or terrified when the dragons began keening for their lost brother. Whatever the rider may have done, the dragon deserved their respect and the loss was felt.
He was shaking as the fear of being lost between like his classmate had been with a bad jump in practice and now T’shiro with being purposely dropped flared up and V’ler knew he was crying before he felt the tears sliding down his cheeks or saw the tear drops on his parchment as he looked down at it. I’m fine, Veeth, he quickly assured his dragon when Veeth started poking around for answers to the distress that clearly wasn’t hidden well enough. You keep enjoying yourself. I think everything here is wrapping up. I have more work to do after, so keep playing. He would need time to compose himself and time to get the missing information for his records. It was best that Veeth stayed where he could have fun and be useful.
Brushing away the tears, V’ler turned his full attention back to S’kef to see if anything else would be said either from or to him. Some of the crowd was already breaking up, glad to see justice served or upset at the loss, but some were still milling around and not every face was a satisfied one.
Everything seemed so surreal from where V’ler had set up off to the side. He had dragged a chair outside to sit on and had a thin piece of wood on his lap to be used as the hard flat surface that was perfect for writing upon. Papers and ink were prepped and all V’ler had to do was remember to breathe and write down everything he saw from the various emotions in the crowd to the interaction between the accused and S’kef. V’ler didn’t have a true opinion on whether or not T’shiro was guilty. There was evidence supporting the claim but not everything was always as it seemed. He knew that from D’hys and Z’ia especially. Friendly guys in public but wild in bed. Anyone could have actually attacked D’ren and framed someone else since masks were so easily worn amongst the population. Either way, T’shiro was guilty and all would be well or he was innocent but the guilty party would back down and behave once more.
The most important thing to V’ler regarding the whole ordeal was that D’ren and Ronarth were fine. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the former Weyrleader but the man was nice enough to not want harm wished upon him. It was the sweet dragon V’ler was partial to. It would have been heartbreaking to lose that gentle giant though V’ler couldn’t stand losing any of the beasts. The shock of losing a classmate so early on was hard and not something the new bluerider wanted to experience again but there he was, up close and personal with the execution of a rider and subsequently a dragon. It was exactly that which made everything surreal. They needed all the dragons they had to help rebuild and repopulate, especially a strong bronze. Yet they were willingly killing him. It was nice seeing not everyone agreed with the idea and he would have voiced his opposition as well but V’ler knew examples had to be made if they wanted to keep any sort of order in the Weyr and not revert to barbarians.
While he had no idea what was said, a note was made regarding S’kef and T’shiro talking privately before the execution. If he was lucky, perhaps later on he could ask the brownrider what was said to have a complete log of events. It was unlikely and V’ler suspected anything could be said to him instead of the truth but it was still worth a shot. He made a little star next to that note to remind himself it was incomplete and needed following up on.
R'nya was as bland as dry toast as he read off the proclamation but V'ler wasn't surprised. He could barely remember the man's name most of the time which was a good sign of his entertainment levels. Still, V’ler wrote down what he could but again starred the passage to make sure he could get a copy of the statement from the bronzerider later on to have the exact wording. Everything seemed to go off script with the last word being read, however, when Tsuen appeared and demanded her own brand of justice. Green eyes were wide at the demand for T’shiro’s head but he wrote down her words, S’kef’s reaction, R’nya stumbling, and D’hys jumping in for whatever reason. His smooth-talking was noted and seemed to work well enough as the trio moved aside to stand not too far from where he sat. It was perfect and distracting. He could overhear any complaints Tsuen would have but there was the chance she would drown out official words.
Luckily, S’kef seemed to have enough and declared it to be the moment of action. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as he watched S’kef escort T’shiro over to Tyrrisath and the brown beast grab him. T’shiro said nothing though V’ler did note the way the man looked out into the crowd and seemed to stare at someone, possibly relaying a message through only the look or through Crucluith to a loved one or an ally. They would likely never know as the other person didn’t speak up right then which would have been the perfect time as a hush fell over the crowd.
In one erratic heartbeat, Tyrrisath vanished between and several long and tense seconds later, he returned, emptied handed. The silence didn’t last long after that as someone in the crowd started crying and Crucluith gave a bellow when he lost his connection to his bonded. V’ler found he couldn’t look away from the tormented bronze and just when he thought the bellow would never end, Crucluith went between to join his rider. The silence was deafening after the grief in that cry but V’ler couldn’t tell if he was relieved or terrified when the dragons began keening for their lost brother. Whatever the rider may have done, the dragon deserved their respect and the loss was felt.
He was shaking as the fear of being lost between like his classmate had been with a bad jump in practice and now T’shiro with being purposely dropped flared up and V’ler knew he was crying before he felt the tears sliding down his cheeks or saw the tear drops on his parchment as he looked down at it. I’m fine, Veeth, he quickly assured his dragon when Veeth started poking around for answers to the distress that clearly wasn’t hidden well enough. You keep enjoying yourself. I think everything here is wrapping up. I have more work to do after, so keep playing. He would need time to compose himself and time to get the missing information for his records. It was best that Veeth stayed where he could have fun and be useful.
Brushing away the tears, V’ler turned his full attention back to S’kef to see if anything else would be said either from or to him. Some of the crowd was already breaking up, glad to see justice served or upset at the loss, but some were still milling around and not every face was a satisfied one.
