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18.Dec.13, 09:02 PM
R'nya had been one of the few that had returned to his hut both alone and sober. He would have returned sooner than he had, but with a flurry of goldriders to protect, and mountains of men to ward off them, R'nya had spent most of his evening giving death glares to riders of all ranks as the evening progressed. Some were given more leeway than others - R'nya wasn't the type to step on toes, and Peorray had looked very happy with M'din! - but the tiny bluerider prowling around Rhaedalyn had been glared at when the woman wasn't looking, and R'nya had made no secret of shooing off the brownrider that had been sniffing around Ameris' heels. Some people had no idea when they weren't wanted! Only when each of the girls were done with the evening did R'nya make sure they made it back to their huts whole and unharmed (and preferably alone!) before being collected by Xyreith after finally seeing Kahleena to her hut, and R'nya toppled into his own bed, exhausted.
He was woken by the sound of keening, and Xyreith's strong and sudden panic against his mind, the bronzerider startling awake so terribly that he fell out of bed, cracking his head hard against his bedside table and landing badly on his tailbone. R'nya grunted from the assorted pain, but the terror in Xyreith was over powering and so unusual that the man swiftly found his feet and stumbled outside, not bothering with shoes or shirts; thankfully he had been so exhausted that he'd only managed to strip down to his pants before falling asleep, else R'nya likely would have spent most of the landslide running around butt naked. "Xyreith!" Anxious hands rested against his bronze's face, pulling the nose down to him and soothing the trembling dragon; Xyreith never got this worked up! The sound of keening was everywhere - but R'nya hadn't quite processed that yet, his head still ringing from when he hit it against his bedside table.
R'nya shook his head, and turned to stare over towards the main Weyr, pale eyes widening in horror as he picked up on the keening; "What's happening?" His voice came out whispery and horror filled; nothing could be seen but the bright lights of dragon eyes all whites and greys and reds of terror and fear. R'nya trembled, but the only answer he got from Xyreith was a sudden bark of horror, and his wings unfurled. Barely thinking, R'nya swung atop the dragon just as Xyreith pushed off into the air, and flew swiftly through the milling dragons and above he heads of horrified humans - directly towards the Hatching Circuit. "Rhaedalyn!" It didn't really occur to R'nya that the girl might still be in her hut; the Sands was where she was often found and Xyreith gave a bizarre sound of relief when Aradissicath was spotted, the great bronze landing not far away with a worried expression. R'nya kept his seat as his lifemate struggled across the slippery ground.
At least until Xyreith tripped, sending R'nya toppling through the air to land not far away from where Aradissicath was trying to pull up Rhaedalyn. R'nya picked himself up cautiously, shaking his head again; his ears were ringing once more and his eyes water from landing on his head - again. Xyreith barely glanced at the man as he continued to pick his way across the mud to join the two girls, unwilling to slip and crush Rhaedalyn. His nose extending to nudge Aradissicath before turning his head to gaze at Rhaedalyn from one whirling eye; the colours were mirky and dirty with the combination of terror and relief.
"Rhae-" R'nya stopped, shaking his head again and wishing he could shove his finger in his ear without clogging it full of the mud he was no coated in; a slice across his left cheek was buried under mud and the world sounded queer as his head was ringing again. The sounds of the terror filled Weyr faded in and out as R'nya wobbled back over to where Rhaedalyn was attempting to be rescued by Aradissicath, and extended one muddy hand to the girl. "Best get up," R'nya frowned at Rhaedalyn, his fuzzy head not quite able to piece together why she was still sitting in the mud like an idiot. Xyreith rumbled lowly, head lifting to look towards the mountains then back at the humans and Aradissicath.
They live, he spoke to the entire group, his voice slightly distorted by R'nya's concussion and the pauses he put in place between each name as he sought the minds of the golds of Katila. Nirinath, Krypth, Okalinath, Wydrith, Mizeath, and the little Thallyath. R'nya blinked up at Xyreith in surprise. "There are two of you," his voice really close to slurring the words and he didn't let go of Rhaedalyn's hand. The fact that he currently had two dragons was far more interesting than the fact that he clearly knew all the golds' names, or that he'd just spoken to Rhaedalyn.
He was woken by the sound of keening, and Xyreith's strong and sudden panic against his mind, the bronzerider startling awake so terribly that he fell out of bed, cracking his head hard against his bedside table and landing badly on his tailbone. R'nya grunted from the assorted pain, but the terror in Xyreith was over powering and so unusual that the man swiftly found his feet and stumbled outside, not bothering with shoes or shirts; thankfully he had been so exhausted that he'd only managed to strip down to his pants before falling asleep, else R'nya likely would have spent most of the landslide running around butt naked. "Xyreith!" Anxious hands rested against his bronze's face, pulling the nose down to him and soothing the trembling dragon; Xyreith never got this worked up! The sound of keening was everywhere - but R'nya hadn't quite processed that yet, his head still ringing from when he hit it against his bedside table.
R'nya shook his head, and turned to stare over towards the main Weyr, pale eyes widening in horror as he picked up on the keening; "What's happening?" His voice came out whispery and horror filled; nothing could be seen but the bright lights of dragon eyes all whites and greys and reds of terror and fear. R'nya trembled, but the only answer he got from Xyreith was a sudden bark of horror, and his wings unfurled. Barely thinking, R'nya swung atop the dragon just as Xyreith pushed off into the air, and flew swiftly through the milling dragons and above he heads of horrified humans - directly towards the Hatching Circuit. "Rhaedalyn!" It didn't really occur to R'nya that the girl might still be in her hut; the Sands was where she was often found and Xyreith gave a bizarre sound of relief when Aradissicath was spotted, the great bronze landing not far away with a worried expression. R'nya kept his seat as his lifemate struggled across the slippery ground.
At least until Xyreith tripped, sending R'nya toppling through the air to land not far away from where Aradissicath was trying to pull up Rhaedalyn. R'nya picked himself up cautiously, shaking his head again; his ears were ringing once more and his eyes water from landing on his head - again. Xyreith barely glanced at the man as he continued to pick his way across the mud to join the two girls, unwilling to slip and crush Rhaedalyn. His nose extending to nudge Aradissicath before turning his head to gaze at Rhaedalyn from one whirling eye; the colours were mirky and dirty with the combination of terror and relief.
"Rhae-" R'nya stopped, shaking his head again and wishing he could shove his finger in his ear without clogging it full of the mud he was no coated in; a slice across his left cheek was buried under mud and the world sounded queer as his head was ringing again. The sounds of the terror filled Weyr faded in and out as R'nya wobbled back over to where Rhaedalyn was attempting to be rescued by Aradissicath, and extended one muddy hand to the girl. "Best get up," R'nya frowned at Rhaedalyn, his fuzzy head not quite able to piece together why she was still sitting in the mud like an idiot. Xyreith rumbled lowly, head lifting to look towards the mountains then back at the humans and Aradissicath.
