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09.Nov.18, 09:49 AM
T’ryn hesitated, even after Casa retrieved their stones and seemed eager to continue. He had been too impulsive and hadn’t thought about the dangers he could place them in. Sure, there was the danger that they could be caught and get in trouble, maybe be grounded for a time, but that was kind of the thrill of doing it. Sneaking through Benden with Casa had been exhilarating both due to the company and knowing he was doing something he shouldn’t. He didn’t break rules; not big ones anyway. He recalled sneaking around a lot with N’mor in Katila, sneaking pieces of hide and what not for their own purposes, but this was different and far riskier.
Why hadn’t he thought about the risks of exploring in the dark, in a place that no one was allowed to visit? Because the pros outweighed the cons, even in the spur of the moment and now, having time to digest it all. He wanted to do this and he wanted the girl across from him to be there with him. Knowing that while she had been spooked she still wanted to explore as well helped in making the decision that left him nodding. “We’ll stay, but we’ll take it slow and maybe not role play the Weyrleader disciplining the rowdy goldrider after all.” He gave Casa a wicked grin as he walked around the desk, knowing –for once—how his innocent phrasing could be heard in a much more creative way and not minding it. He wasn’t immune to the woman’s sex appeal, even after everything that happened and his current aversion to relationships and sex. He could very easily picture that ‘discipline’ ending up with them on top of the desk with clothes scattered…
He dragged his mind away from that image before the exploration turned into a whole new level of uncomfortable and T’ryn bent down to look through the drawers. He was still hopefully they’d find something that was overlooked, but it really didn’t seem likely. When he stood again, he paused, unable to shake the discovery of the skeleton. They should avoid it, obviously, just in case there was the chance to revive the plague but something was bothering him about it. Why would a skeleton be left behind, even with parties being sent out to each Weyr to reclaim them and decide on where to spread out to next?
T’ryn sat on the edge of the desk, then scooted back so he could bring his legs up and get into a comfortable position as he worked it out. Why wasn’t High Reaches one of the next ones they moved to? It almost made more sense than Fort since it would spread them out a bit further. And not much could survive in the cold without proper protection, he assumed, given how humans bundled up. Why wasn’t the skeleton moved if proper searches had been conducted? They had to know about it…
“They know about it!” T’ryn jumped to his feet and spun around to where Casa was, excited at the conclusion he came to and how it had to be the right one. “They know, Cas! Why would they leave a skeleton out like that? Why didn’t we move out here instead of Fort? What if they found it and saw it like you did? A chance for dragon healers to study it? They might bring healers out here from time to time to spend the day studying it before bringing them home again. It has to be safe if they left it, or I guess that logic is kind of flawed since they’d have to approach it to remove it. But it can’t be the only one in six Weyrs that didn’t make it between. They likely did a lot more clean up than we really thought about for the Weyrs we’re in now.” They also didn’t find any human or dragon skeletons in Benden, but they also hadn’t explored every weyr.
Now that he said his theory out loud, some of the excitement drained and T’ryn did his best not to wilt under disappointment. Maybe he was wrong after all and it was infested. But it only travelled between dragons, humans never got sick and T’ryn figured if they kept their own dragons away from it, everything would still be fine. As he explained this to Casa, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out the small pouch of sandsoap and grinned sheepishly. “I’m overly prepared, I know. But at least we can go skinny dipping in the cold lake and wash up before getting near our chaperones.” He only had the soap for the same reason he had some bandages—in case they did get injured. But scrubbing clean, even if it was cold out, seemed like a good way to avoid anyone getting sick, just in case.
Why hadn’t he thought about the risks of exploring in the dark, in a place that no one was allowed to visit? Because the pros outweighed the cons, even in the spur of the moment and now, having time to digest it all. He wanted to do this and he wanted the girl across from him to be there with him. Knowing that while she had been spooked she still wanted to explore as well helped in making the decision that left him nodding. “We’ll stay, but we’ll take it slow and maybe not role play the Weyrleader disciplining the rowdy goldrider after all.” He gave Casa a wicked grin as he walked around the desk, knowing –for once—how his innocent phrasing could be heard in a much more creative way and not minding it. He wasn’t immune to the woman’s sex appeal, even after everything that happened and his current aversion to relationships and sex. He could very easily picture that ‘discipline’ ending up with them on top of the desk with clothes scattered…
He dragged his mind away from that image before the exploration turned into a whole new level of uncomfortable and T’ryn bent down to look through the drawers. He was still hopefully they’d find something that was overlooked, but it really didn’t seem likely. When he stood again, he paused, unable to shake the discovery of the skeleton. They should avoid it, obviously, just in case there was the chance to revive the plague but something was bothering him about it. Why would a skeleton be left behind, even with parties being sent out to each Weyr to reclaim them and decide on where to spread out to next?
T’ryn sat on the edge of the desk, then scooted back so he could bring his legs up and get into a comfortable position as he worked it out. Why wasn’t High Reaches one of the next ones they moved to? It almost made more sense than Fort since it would spread them out a bit further. And not much could survive in the cold without proper protection, he assumed, given how humans bundled up. Why wasn’t the skeleton moved if proper searches had been conducted? They had to know about it…
“They know about it!” T’ryn jumped to his feet and spun around to where Casa was, excited at the conclusion he came to and how it had to be the right one. “They know, Cas! Why would they leave a skeleton out like that? Why didn’t we move out here instead of Fort? What if they found it and saw it like you did? A chance for dragon healers to study it? They might bring healers out here from time to time to spend the day studying it before bringing them home again. It has to be safe if they left it, or I guess that logic is kind of flawed since they’d have to approach it to remove it. But it can’t be the only one in six Weyrs that didn’t make it between. They likely did a lot more clean up than we really thought about for the Weyrs we’re in now.” They also didn’t find any human or dragon skeletons in Benden, but they also hadn’t explored every weyr.
Now that he said his theory out loud, some of the excitement drained and T’ryn did his best not to wilt under disappointment. Maybe he was wrong after all and it was infested. But it only travelled between dragons, humans never got sick and T’ryn figured if they kept their own dragons away from it, everything would still be fine. As he explained this to Casa, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out the small pouch of sandsoap and grinned sheepishly. “I’m overly prepared, I know. But at least we can go skinny dipping in the cold lake and wash up before getting near our chaperones.” He only had the soap for the same reason he had some bandages—in case they did get injured. But scrubbing clean, even if it was cold out, seemed like a good way to avoid anyone getting sick, just in case.
