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13.Apr.12, 05:52 AM
Shrieking.
As consiousness slowly bubbled up through a thick fog of a long and uninterrupted sleep, J'dan became increasingly aware of the swell of dragon voices echoing loudly throughout the Weyr, and at length he recognized that it must have been this sound that had roused him from his much-needed nap. He yawned, and listened: it wasn't a death keen. Those always had an unmistakable off-key note of mourning about them, and they tended to wake him immediately. This was different, and something he'd never heard the likes of before, though the sharp, discordant pitch of the draconic screams suggested fear.
Fear for what?
With a sense of lazy curiousity that seemed very much at odds with all the ruckus going on around him, J'dan mentally reached out to his dragon. With a brief touch of their minds, the sleepy rider knew that his beast was not among the shriekers... but that didn't at all help to explain what was going on. In his lethargy, J'dan didn't even bother to put any words to the question he sent to his lifemate; Temsaith would know immediately what information he sought. He always did.
It's the gold weyrlings, Jada and Krypth, the dutiful dragon soon returned his rider's unspoken questioning. It was not unusual for his rider to send him these half-baked thoughts; by now the clever blue was well equipped to translate J'dan's lazy mental mumbles, and communication between the two was seamless as always. The woman is very ill, the blue continued in an strange mental voice that seemed to suggest that he wanted to pretend that he was unaffected by such matters, but - despite his best efforts to affect disinterest - he could not hide his concern for the young pair. After all, though he had not yet had the honor of personally meeting the little queenling or forming any relationship with her to speak of, Temsaith was still very much aware that the pair of them were key to dragonkind's continued survival.
More importantly, though, the dragon was aware that he must not alert his rider to the true severity of the situation. If J'dan were to catch wind of just how tense things had become with the new goldrider - as if the endless cacophony of shrieking dragons were not enough! - then there was just no telling what sort of urgent business the man would go and stick his nose into with every misguided intention of being helpful. Worse than that, were they to follow the crowd of rubber-necking weyrfolk to see what was going on, there was a good chance it would all end with Temsaith having to play ferry or fetch for the Healer Hall... which didn't sound like a good time at all for the until-very-recently peacefully snoozing dragon.
Temsaith shifted his wings uncomfortably when he sensed his rider rise from his curled-up napping position with a wave of mild alarm, and the lazy beast forced soothing calm back into his voice and into the emotions he sent to his bonded. There's no cause for concern. The young Master Healer is tending to her, and several riders are there to help already.
Oh, J'dan answered simply, easily appeased by the dragon's seeming composure. Well. Temsaith didn't sound worried, so he wouldn't worry either! With a stretch and a mighty yawn, the bluerider blinked, taking in his surroundings for the first time since he'd risen with disoriented puzzlement. Now where on all of Pern had he fallen asleep this time...?
As consiousness slowly bubbled up through a thick fog of a long and uninterrupted sleep, J'dan became increasingly aware of the swell of dragon voices echoing loudly throughout the Weyr, and at length he recognized that it must have been this sound that had roused him from his much-needed nap. He yawned, and listened: it wasn't a death keen. Those always had an unmistakable off-key note of mourning about them, and they tended to wake him immediately. This was different, and something he'd never heard the likes of before, though the sharp, discordant pitch of the draconic screams suggested fear.
Fear for what?
With a sense of lazy curiousity that seemed very much at odds with all the ruckus going on around him, J'dan mentally reached out to his dragon. With a brief touch of their minds, the sleepy rider knew that his beast was not among the shriekers... but that didn't at all help to explain what was going on. In his lethargy, J'dan didn't even bother to put any words to the question he sent to his lifemate; Temsaith would know immediately what information he sought. He always did.
It's the gold weyrlings, Jada and Krypth, the dutiful dragon soon returned his rider's unspoken questioning. It was not unusual for his rider to send him these half-baked thoughts; by now the clever blue was well equipped to translate J'dan's lazy mental mumbles, and communication between the two was seamless as always. The woman is very ill, the blue continued in an strange mental voice that seemed to suggest that he wanted to pretend that he was unaffected by such matters, but - despite his best efforts to affect disinterest - he could not hide his concern for the young pair. After all, though he had not yet had the honor of personally meeting the little queenling or forming any relationship with her to speak of, Temsaith was still very much aware that the pair of them were key to dragonkind's continued survival.
More importantly, though, the dragon was aware that he must not alert his rider to the true severity of the situation. If J'dan were to catch wind of just how tense things had become with the new goldrider - as if the endless cacophony of shrieking dragons were not enough! - then there was just no telling what sort of urgent business the man would go and stick his nose into with every misguided intention of being helpful. Worse than that, were they to follow the crowd of rubber-necking weyrfolk to see what was going on, there was a good chance it would all end with Temsaith having to play ferry or fetch for the Healer Hall... which didn't sound like a good time at all for the until-very-recently peacefully snoozing dragon.
Temsaith shifted his wings uncomfortably when he sensed his rider rise from his curled-up napping position with a wave of mild alarm, and the lazy beast forced soothing calm back into his voice and into the emotions he sent to his bonded. There's no cause for concern. The young Master Healer is tending to her, and several riders are there to help already.
Oh, J'dan answered simply, easily appeased by the dragon's seeming composure. Well. Temsaith didn't sound worried, so he wouldn't worry either! With a stretch and a mighty yawn, the bluerider blinked, taking in his surroundings for the first time since he'd risen with disoriented puzzlement. Now where on all of Pern had he fallen asleep this time...?
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