03.Dec.12, 01:34 AM
Larrikith was trembling, curled tightly in on herself where she was crouched. Beside her, B'jin was frowning. The pair had been minding their own business, Larrikith outside the Weyr proper as she went hunting for an evening meal while B'jin had been relaxing in the baths (doors locked!) and enjoying a moment of both privacy and peace. It was only natural that their individual activities should be so rudely interrupted!
The sudden pounding of an outraged, frightened dragon voice against his mind that was clearly not Larrikith had B'jin floundering in the tub of water, shocked, startled and more than a little frightened by the sudden breaching of his mind. He breathed in water and came up gasping as Ronarth started screeching about killing someone, finding someone. B'jin coughed and spluttered, toppling out of the tub and wrapping himself hastily in a towel.
Larri? Larrikith! What in the world?!
I don't know! Her mind voice was trembling as it brushed against his own. B'jin was startled by the undercurrent of uncertinty and fear flooding through the green dragon. I return. Her presence vanished momentarily, before flooding his sense of presence once more as Larrikith reappeared from between to land outside the bathing houses.
B'jin barely took the time to dry himself before scrambling into clean clothing, leaving his dirty ones in a pile to be forgotten as he dashed out of the room, colliding with others - dragonriders and non-riders alike - as he made his way to his own beast. Larrikith was pressed against the building, leaving room for larger dragons to come and go. Her eyes were flecked with shades of fear, and B'jin pressed against her neck as he ran his hands lightly over supple dragon hide.
"What's going on?" His voice was soft, calming and reassuring as the greenrider calmed his beast. Larrikith so rarely let the goings on around her amp her up, for such to happen! B'jin trembled against his dragon, who breathed a heavy sigh. Her breath stank of blood.
Something has happened to D'ren.
The sudden pounding of an outraged, frightened dragon voice against his mind that was clearly not Larrikith had B'jin floundering in the tub of water, shocked, startled and more than a little frightened by the sudden breaching of his mind. He breathed in water and came up gasping as Ronarth started screeching about killing someone, finding someone. B'jin coughed and spluttered, toppling out of the tub and wrapping himself hastily in a towel.
Larri? Larrikith! What in the world?!
I don't know! Her mind voice was trembling as it brushed against his own. B'jin was startled by the undercurrent of uncertinty and fear flooding through the green dragon. I return. Her presence vanished momentarily, before flooding his sense of presence once more as Larrikith reappeared from between to land outside the bathing houses.
B'jin barely took the time to dry himself before scrambling into clean clothing, leaving his dirty ones in a pile to be forgotten as he dashed out of the room, colliding with others - dragonriders and non-riders alike - as he made his way to his own beast. Larrikith was pressed against the building, leaving room for larger dragons to come and go. Her eyes were flecked with shades of fear, and B'jin pressed against her neck as he ran his hands lightly over supple dragon hide.
"What's going on?" His voice was soft, calming and reassuring as the greenrider calmed his beast. Larrikith so rarely let the goings on around her amp her up, for such to happen! B'jin trembled against his dragon, who breathed a heavy sigh. Her breath stank of blood.
Something has happened to D'ren.