[G] [C] 734.05.15 | All Fun and Games... [Ameris, Peorray, Open]

When Wydrith had passed on the summons from Nirinath, she'd warned in a quavering sort of tone that Nirinath seemed upset. Peorray's repeated reassurances that they hadn't done anything wrong (they hadn't- she was sure they hadn't. Right?) had failed to persuade her gold of their innocence. As a result, she spent the walk over to the sands listening to a series of ever-worsening -and increasingly unlikely- imaginings of how they could have caused offense, mixed with fretting over how they could fix it.

So Peorray wasn't in the most serene of moods by the time she hit the hatching ground itself. She'd also tried to convince Wydrith to stay away, knew of the rumors of Tsuen's increasing instability and had a feeling that whatever it was was going to be bad. Peorray had faith in her dragon, but Wydrith had never lost her sensitivity to upset. The gold wouldn't hear of it, however, insistent on being there for her rider. So the pair quietly followed Ameris and Mizeath in and steeled themselves for what was to come.

When the Weyrwoman began her hate-filled rant at them, Peorray didn't want to believe it. This was over D'ren? She didn't have anything to do with the man. Right now, she added somewhat sourly in her own thoughts, she didn't have anything to do with any man. And when she did, it would be with M'din. So what was this? This throwing about of childish insults and slurs?

I do not think that is all. The gold stayed close to Peorray, scrunched down to the ground and pulled in on herself as much as she could managed as her muscles bunched and shifted, torn between the impulse to present a smaller target and the need to be ready to ready if she had to. Her eyes whirled quickly red with alarm. She also seems concerned with establishing ownership over you. But you are already hers, so why would she do that? Nirinath was senior gold, so they all followed her. Tsuen was her rider, so their riders did the same. It was a a basic fact to the young dragon and she didn't understand why the Weyrwoman seemed confused and upset about it. And that worried Wydrith. What she couldn't understand, she couldn't avoid.

I don't know, but we'll deal with it. Peorray had never been so glad they'd learned silent communication as at that moment, when any sign of life seemed to attract Tsuen's rage. There didn't seem to be anything to say, no magic words to make this better (and she wasn't all that good with words in the first place), so she waited it out in hopes of at least not making things worse.

She watched with appreciation at their bravery as first T'ken, then another woman spoke up to answer the crazed woman- the brownrider saying what they perhaps all wanted to say, but going just a bit too far. But is was possible that the Weyrwoman in her current state would have taken anything as 'going too far'.

She tensed as Tsuen lifted her hand to slap him, worried anew if this was going to come to physical blows. Because Peorray would stand there and take this verbal abuse all day, if that was what it took to defuse the situation -it was just words, after all- but one thing she would not do was stand there to be hit. If Tsuen hit her, the woman would get hit right back, even if it got Peorray lashed for insolence later. It wasn't the wisest policy of Peorray's, but it was who she was all the same.

Thankfully, Elisel's words, if not producing exactly the desired effect, at least got the Weyrwoman to go away. Success enough in Peorray's opinion. She mouthed a 'thank you' in the woman's direction, not quite getting her own voice back yet in the wake of the storm.

Arddra's words were loud in the sudden silence of Tsuen's departure and Peorray found herself reluctantly shaking her head as she finally unlocked muscles that had been coiled with tension. "No." She said flatly. "No, it's not." If Tsuen was so touchy that this could be triggered by some random note, something else would set her off again. It was just a matter of time. She felt so sorry for poor Nirinath. After months of familiarity with Wydrith's body language, it was fairly apparent to her that that had been one unhappy gold who'd trailed her rider off the sands.

But they should deal with the remains of this battle before the next one came along. Peorray tried to catch Kahleena's eye with something of a pleading expression on her face and tilted her head toward the upset Jada, hoping that the more senior goldrider would go over to comfort her. Kahleena probably knew her best of those present, she figured. "We should probably report this to someone. The Weyrleader, or maybe his second?" She concluded dubiously. Expressed as concern for the health of the Weyrwoman and her dragon, of course.

Meanwhile, Wydrith had other concerns. To Imdrith, she queried Are you two alright? That was terribly brave of your rider. Could you thank him for us?. She crooned gratefully at the brown.