03.Dec.12, 11:40 AM
Tyrrisath grunted in dismay as Rila's shriek reached him. Rilaleeyth... he groaned, his deep voice strained with his own fear. Tyrrisath was a strong and stoic creature, but the fury of a maddened bronze was more than he could handle with his usual dignity. He went to her, flicking into sight and landing heavily at her side.
To harm you, he must harm me he assured the little green, pressing his side against her and drawing one wing over her protectively. He spoke with bravado, knowing well that he was helpless before Ronarth, but he showed none of his fear aside from that one small, trembling undertone lurking in his strong voice.
Inside, S'kef scowled. "What the shards," he hissed, pushing back abruptly from the table. Ronarth's screeching finally ended, as did the unnerving rants, but S'kef knew the truth. Tyrrisath knew, and the knowledge came without speaking.
D'ren wasn't dead. But something was still seriously wrong.
The brownrider set one hand on J'ver's shoulder, giving it only the slightest squeeze. "I have an idea," he said softly, almost whispered. He set his jaw and swept in for a quick kiss, heart pounding as he turned and hurried away. This was important! He couldn't waste even a moment! He paid no attention to the whispering around him, shoving his way rudely past any number of curious bodies as he made his way out.
Tyrrisath, where is N'gelt?
I will not leave Rilaleeyth
S'kef growled audibly. "Tyrrisath! You will do as I command you!" he roared, heart hammering all the more as he screamed at the ceiling. A nearby greenrider tried to get out of the way, but he was just a bit too slow. S'kef snatched his shirt collar and pitched him aside, as if offended that the idiot would dare walk in front of him as he made his way to the door. "Get out of my way, whore!" S'kef growled, then cast his murderous eyes on the ceiling again. "Tyrrisath!"
The brown dragon hissed. She needs me more than you do! he scolded venomously. A look of surprise crossed S'kef's face; it was almost as if he'd been punched. Tyrrisath was always so unerringly obedient! These acts of rebellion came so rarely, but S'kef was no more ready to deal with it now as he had been the very first time. The brownrider spit another curse and threw his hands up before stomping outside and disappearing into the chaos of the Weyr.
Tyrrisath growled for a moment before turning and nosing Rilaleeyth. He wrapped her in a reassuring mental blanket, and after a moment of hesitation, he extended it to J'ver as well. He knew J'ver didn't need it, but he also knew the strange, skinny human would appreciate the fact that his precious Rilaleeyth was so well protected.
To harm you, he must harm me he assured the little green, pressing his side against her and drawing one wing over her protectively. He spoke with bravado, knowing well that he was helpless before Ronarth, but he showed none of his fear aside from that one small, trembling undertone lurking in his strong voice.
Inside, S'kef scowled. "What the shards," he hissed, pushing back abruptly from the table. Ronarth's screeching finally ended, as did the unnerving rants, but S'kef knew the truth. Tyrrisath knew, and the knowledge came without speaking.
D'ren wasn't dead. But something was still seriously wrong.
The brownrider set one hand on J'ver's shoulder, giving it only the slightest squeeze. "I have an idea," he said softly, almost whispered. He set his jaw and swept in for a quick kiss, heart pounding as he turned and hurried away. This was important! He couldn't waste even a moment! He paid no attention to the whispering around him, shoving his way rudely past any number of curious bodies as he made his way out.
Tyrrisath, where is N'gelt?
I will not leave Rilaleeyth
S'kef growled audibly. "Tyrrisath! You will do as I command you!" he roared, heart hammering all the more as he screamed at the ceiling. A nearby greenrider tried to get out of the way, but he was just a bit too slow. S'kef snatched his shirt collar and pitched him aside, as if offended that the idiot would dare walk in front of him as he made his way to the door. "Get out of my way, whore!" S'kef growled, then cast his murderous eyes on the ceiling again. "Tyrrisath!"
The brown dragon hissed. She needs me more than you do! he scolded venomously. A look of surprise crossed S'kef's face; it was almost as if he'd been punched. Tyrrisath was always so unerringly obedient! These acts of rebellion came so rarely, but S'kef was no more ready to deal with it now as he had been the very first time. The brownrider spit another curse and threw his hands up before stomping outside and disappearing into the chaos of the Weyr.
Tyrrisath growled for a moment before turning and nosing Rilaleeyth. He wrapped her in a reassuring mental blanket, and after a moment of hesitation, he extended it to J'ver as well. He knew J'ver didn't need it, but he also knew the strange, skinny human would appreciate the fact that his precious Rilaleeyth was so well protected.