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27.Aug.12, 10:54 PM
D'ren surveyed the scene, taking it all in for a moment while he calmed his own nerves and prepared a response. He didn't wait too long, but he figured the few long seconds of silence would do everyone a little bit of good. They needed to catch their breaths...and find their heads.
"Thank you, T'shiro," D'ren said afterwards, giving his fellow bronzerider a polite nod. He instantly regretted jumping to conclusions. T'shiro had never given him problems and didn't seem like the lying type. Perhaps that was why D'ren felt so instantly upset when it appeared that the man had been willfully fighting. D'ren was perfectly willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, and all said he was glad someone had been able to stop the fight.
"Good work," D'ren continued. He eyed Lymsleia for a moment. As angry as he was with her, he hated to see her hurt. "Lym," he said, recalling that she liked being called by her nickname. "I need you to go find a healer to tend to you. You and I still need to talk, but your safety comes first." He spoke softly as he approached her, stern like an angry parent yet concerned at the same time. He gave her a light pat on the arm. "Go on. I'll deal with this, and we can talk once you're feeling better." She wasn't getting off the hook, but some things were more immediately important.
And finally, Sanderon. D'ren turned, looking down in disappointment at the young man. D'ren had made a huge show of defending the boy only a couple days before. This was what he got in return? D'ren didn't even have the energy to be angry at this point. That was just how leadership went. What a tragedy, this was.
D'ren? I think his mind is breaking. He wants to be saved Ronarth crooned worriedly. He brushed his mind against Sanderon's, trying to ease the pain. Ronarth hated pain. He hated not being able to make everything perfect. He hated it!
D'ren sighed. "T'shiro? Please take Sanderon back to the candidate island. I'm placing him under weyr arrest. I want him locked in a secure room where he's safe and can't hurt himself or anyone else...And I'll be assigning him a warden and a healer to try and keep a watch on him and help him sort out his problems." He looked down at Sanderon as he spoke, eyes filled with pity and guilt.
Try to keep him calm, if you can
I'm trying... the bronze whimpered. Sanderon? Please don't fight. Let us help you
"Thank you, T'shiro," D'ren said afterwards, giving his fellow bronzerider a polite nod. He instantly regretted jumping to conclusions. T'shiro had never given him problems and didn't seem like the lying type. Perhaps that was why D'ren felt so instantly upset when it appeared that the man had been willfully fighting. D'ren was perfectly willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, and all said he was glad someone had been able to stop the fight.
"Good work," D'ren continued. He eyed Lymsleia for a moment. As angry as he was with her, he hated to see her hurt. "Lym," he said, recalling that she liked being called by her nickname. "I need you to go find a healer to tend to you. You and I still need to talk, but your safety comes first." He spoke softly as he approached her, stern like an angry parent yet concerned at the same time. He gave her a light pat on the arm. "Go on. I'll deal with this, and we can talk once you're feeling better." She wasn't getting off the hook, but some things were more immediately important.
And finally, Sanderon. D'ren turned, looking down in disappointment at the young man. D'ren had made a huge show of defending the boy only a couple days before. This was what he got in return? D'ren didn't even have the energy to be angry at this point. That was just how leadership went. What a tragedy, this was.
D'ren? I think his mind is breaking. He wants to be saved Ronarth crooned worriedly. He brushed his mind against Sanderon's, trying to ease the pain. Ronarth hated pain. He hated not being able to make everything perfect. He hated it!
D'ren sighed. "T'shiro? Please take Sanderon back to the candidate island. I'm placing him under weyr arrest. I want him locked in a secure room where he's safe and can't hurt himself or anyone else...And I'll be assigning him a warden and a healer to try and keep a watch on him and help him sort out his problems." He looked down at Sanderon as he spoke, eyes filled with pity and guilt.
Try to keep him calm, if you can
I'm trying... the bronze whimpered. Sanderon? Please don't fight. Let us help you
