06.Nov.18, 12:14 PM
Thallyath’s cry nearly had T’ryn jumping out of his skin from shock. They were being so quiet despite knowing no one should be around at the early hour that he had expected the dragons to remain silent companions as well. He had no idea what would make the gold panic like that and getting half the conversation from Casa’s end wasn’t helping. He did his best to follow along and then Syrendryth offered his own explanation as to what happened and T’ryn swore his blood turned cold.
Even as he kept one arm around Casa’s waist to hold her close, he itched to rub his hands over his arms to warm up. He had never thought about the plague remaining active in the Weyrs. Surely that wasn’t possible after so much time and with nothing to live on? Besides, they currently occupied three of the Weyrs that had once thrived and then died under the plague that swept through the population and everyone was fine. But they also hadn’t found the remains of dragons… that he knew of. Maybe Ista had them as well and they were quietly removed before the cleaning crews came in to remove items and tidy up. Maybe his own weyr had seen a death or had remains. Why hadn’t he ever thought about that until now? Maybe because he trusted those in charge. Thinking on it now, maybe there was a reason why some weyrs were not available when moving in. T’ryn just assumed they weren’t as structurally sound but now he wondered.
He nodded at the idea to stay away from the private weyrs, though he didn’t think the Sands would hold anything too devastating. That was a perfect spot for breeding whers and with it being on the ground, it would have been easy to reach regularly. But he didn’t want to upset Casa further and wouldn’t press for them to explore where she didn’t want to go. He was probably just as scared as she was of finding skeletal remains but at least he only had an annoyed dragon in his head and not a freaked out one like he assumed Thallyath was given her cry and discovery.
“Y-yeah, I bet we can map out how her office looked,” T’ryn did his best to match her smile and enthusiasm, desperately wanting to continue the exploration and fun. Maybe they should leave. They were both already spooked given the dark and feeling like ghosts were watching them and now they knew there were skeletons lying around. It wasn’t safe, why did he think this was fine? Why would he risk any of their lives when he could have easily just hung out in Ista with Casa?
He held Casa’s hand as they continued down the hall, his mind trying to decide if they should stay or go even as he tried to focus on the surroundings so they didn’t trip or find something they shouldn’t have. When they reached a door, T’ryn had Casa stand back a bit and he peeked inside. So far so good. So he stepped in, moving the glow stone around from side to side as he walked in. “Looks clear in here. Come on in.” It was definitely an office. The desk told him as much, though there wasn’t much else left. He really hoped the Harpers were the ones to clear out the paperwork and records and not some Lord thinking they would be great souvenirs or holders that were cold and needed extra kindling for their fireplaces.
Sighing, T’ryn set his glow stone on the desk, repeating the action when Casa entered the room so he could take her gloved hands in his as he stood before her. “I’m sorry, Cas. This wasn’t one of my best ideas and I’ve put you and Thallyath in danger by coming here in general but especially in the dark. We can go home, if you’d like. Go to the beach and make our cover story real.” He gave a crooked smile as he lightly teased about their sneaking around and how even their cover story still seemed like sneaking around given the hour and their history. But he wanted her safe and happy and if that meant skinny dipping in the ocean with her, then that’s what he’d do. He’d even stay and have a picnic in the dark and creepy office if she wanted, but that didn’t seem as likely as a nude beach trip.
Even as he kept one arm around Casa’s waist to hold her close, he itched to rub his hands over his arms to warm up. He had never thought about the plague remaining active in the Weyrs. Surely that wasn’t possible after so much time and with nothing to live on? Besides, they currently occupied three of the Weyrs that had once thrived and then died under the plague that swept through the population and everyone was fine. But they also hadn’t found the remains of dragons… that he knew of. Maybe Ista had them as well and they were quietly removed before the cleaning crews came in to remove items and tidy up. Maybe his own weyr had seen a death or had remains. Why hadn’t he ever thought about that until now? Maybe because he trusted those in charge. Thinking on it now, maybe there was a reason why some weyrs were not available when moving in. T’ryn just assumed they weren’t as structurally sound but now he wondered.
He nodded at the idea to stay away from the private weyrs, though he didn’t think the Sands would hold anything too devastating. That was a perfect spot for breeding whers and with it being on the ground, it would have been easy to reach regularly. But he didn’t want to upset Casa further and wouldn’t press for them to explore where she didn’t want to go. He was probably just as scared as she was of finding skeletal remains but at least he only had an annoyed dragon in his head and not a freaked out one like he assumed Thallyath was given her cry and discovery.
“Y-yeah, I bet we can map out how her office looked,” T’ryn did his best to match her smile and enthusiasm, desperately wanting to continue the exploration and fun. Maybe they should leave. They were both already spooked given the dark and feeling like ghosts were watching them and now they knew there were skeletons lying around. It wasn’t safe, why did he think this was fine? Why would he risk any of their lives when he could have easily just hung out in Ista with Casa?
He held Casa’s hand as they continued down the hall, his mind trying to decide if they should stay or go even as he tried to focus on the surroundings so they didn’t trip or find something they shouldn’t have. When they reached a door, T’ryn had Casa stand back a bit and he peeked inside. So far so good. So he stepped in, moving the glow stone around from side to side as he walked in. “Looks clear in here. Come on in.” It was definitely an office. The desk told him as much, though there wasn’t much else left. He really hoped the Harpers were the ones to clear out the paperwork and records and not some Lord thinking they would be great souvenirs or holders that were cold and needed extra kindling for their fireplaces.
Sighing, T’ryn set his glow stone on the desk, repeating the action when Casa entered the room so he could take her gloved hands in his as he stood before her. “I’m sorry, Cas. This wasn’t one of my best ideas and I’ve put you and Thallyath in danger by coming here in general but especially in the dark. We can go home, if you’d like. Go to the beach and make our cover story real.” He gave a crooked smile as he lightly teased about their sneaking around and how even their cover story still seemed like sneaking around given the hour and their history. But he wanted her safe and happy and if that meant skinny dipping in the ocean with her, then that’s what he’d do. He’d even stay and have a picnic in the dark and creepy office if she wanted, but that didn’t seem as likely as a nude beach trip.