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24.Dec.13, 05:47 AM
In the end, she didn’t find the body.
Peorray had helped where she could in the first chaos, following whoever yelled the loudest for help. Once her brain had gotten over the shock of the event, her memory reminded her Soren had stayed with a little friend last night, one of the Stolen women with a young son of her own. One right up against the Northern edge of the Weyr. Once she remembered, she went straight for the area where the hut had stood. But with the land shifting and still coming down, Peorray had to pull back several times or risk getting mired in the mud beyond Wydrith’s ability to retrieve.
So she kept herself busy between attempts and fervently hoped that they hadn’t been in the hut for some reason- even that Soren had slipped out in the night and had tried to come back to her. She’d take uncertainty about his fate over the gnawing feeling of dread in her stomach.
It wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky that teams made their way that far back. By the time that rescue efforts had begun turning into recovery, a harried-looking man tapped her shoulder and led her over to a certain collapsed hut, where a small body had been pulled from the muck with two others.
He was dirty and his neck lulled at an odd angle –it would have been quick, the man hastily assured her- but it was still her boy. Her boy that she’d hesitated to have, her boy that she’d spent a turn of her life building her world around. Her boy that she’d suddenly had to split her time with, when Wydrith and M’din came into their lives. It hadn’t been a hardship then, sharing their time and love like a family, but didn’t she feel unreasonably guilty now- when she should’ve hoarded all the time she could with Soren while she still had him?
It was with that thought in mind that she gave her dragon a firm No. when the gold asked if she wanted M’din to come to her. Right now, she just wanted to be left alone to say goodbye until she had to let him go for good, reaching out to close his eyes and brush his hair off his face with a shaking hand while her other remained clenched in a white-knuckled grip at her side. Her head bowed in an effort to hide her tears, because she didn’t want to burst into tears in front of this many people. She’d been raised to be tougher than this. One baby dead? There were always other ones still depending on their mama’s attention, in the world she’d come from. Only, for Peorray, there weren’t. Even Wydrith couldn’t be properly counted a baby anymore.
Other than a quiet moan of distress Wydrith had remained respectfully silent during the first wave of her rider’s grief. She fretted as the silence from Peorray dragged on, where ordinarily the woman would have been quick to comfort her and accept it in return, finally reaching out in an uncharacteristic show of initiative. Not only did Peorray need someone if she wouldn’t accept comfort elsewhere- Wydrith’s mind had raced ahead to a problem she knew her rider hadn’t really considered yet. She knew Soren would have to be taken Between, she hadn’t thought about who would get him there. Wydrith was still too young to have been taught that skill safely, so they couldn’t do it themselves.
Wydrith might have been forbidden to contact Armath, but Xyreith’s rider could certainly do something with the flashes of Peorray/worry/hut/Soren’s body/grief that she poured anxiously into his mind after a hesitant initial touch. They couldn’t do this alone and Wydrith would see that Peorray got her help, when she hadn’t gotten around to looking for it herself.
[Spoiler=OOC] I'm going to be angling to use this as a reason to have Peorray be pushing M'din away in her grief, leading to them not being Weyrmates anymore.
Peorray had helped where she could in the first chaos, following whoever yelled the loudest for help. Once her brain had gotten over the shock of the event, her memory reminded her Soren had stayed with a little friend last night, one of the Stolen women with a young son of her own. One right up against the Northern edge of the Weyr. Once she remembered, she went straight for the area where the hut had stood. But with the land shifting and still coming down, Peorray had to pull back several times or risk getting mired in the mud beyond Wydrith’s ability to retrieve.
So she kept herself busy between attempts and fervently hoped that they hadn’t been in the hut for some reason- even that Soren had slipped out in the night and had tried to come back to her. She’d take uncertainty about his fate over the gnawing feeling of dread in her stomach.
It wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky that teams made their way that far back. By the time that rescue efforts had begun turning into recovery, a harried-looking man tapped her shoulder and led her over to a certain collapsed hut, where a small body had been pulled from the muck with two others.
He was dirty and his neck lulled at an odd angle –it would have been quick, the man hastily assured her- but it was still her boy. Her boy that she’d hesitated to have, her boy that she’d spent a turn of her life building her world around. Her boy that she’d suddenly had to split her time with, when Wydrith and M’din came into their lives. It hadn’t been a hardship then, sharing their time and love like a family, but didn’t she feel unreasonably guilty now- when she should’ve hoarded all the time she could with Soren while she still had him?
It was with that thought in mind that she gave her dragon a firm No. when the gold asked if she wanted M’din to come to her. Right now, she just wanted to be left alone to say goodbye until she had to let him go for good, reaching out to close his eyes and brush his hair off his face with a shaking hand while her other remained clenched in a white-knuckled grip at her side. Her head bowed in an effort to hide her tears, because she didn’t want to burst into tears in front of this many people. She’d been raised to be tougher than this. One baby dead? There were always other ones still depending on their mama’s attention, in the world she’d come from. Only, for Peorray, there weren’t. Even Wydrith couldn’t be properly counted a baby anymore.
Other than a quiet moan of distress Wydrith had remained respectfully silent during the first wave of her rider’s grief. She fretted as the silence from Peorray dragged on, where ordinarily the woman would have been quick to comfort her and accept it in return, finally reaching out in an uncharacteristic show of initiative. Not only did Peorray need someone if she wouldn’t accept comfort elsewhere- Wydrith’s mind had raced ahead to a problem she knew her rider hadn’t really considered yet. She knew Soren would have to be taken Between, she hadn’t thought about who would get him there. Wydrith was still too young to have been taught that skill safely, so they couldn’t do it themselves.
Wydrith might have been forbidden to contact Armath, but Xyreith’s rider could certainly do something with the flashes of Peorray/worry/hut/Soren’s body/grief that she poured anxiously into his mind after a hesitant initial touch. They couldn’t do this alone and Wydrith would see that Peorray got her help, when she hadn’t gotten around to looking for it herself.
[Spoiler=OOC] I'm going to be angling to use this as a reason to have Peorray be pushing M'din away in her grief, leading to them not being Weyrmates anymore.
