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20.Dec.13, 12:33 AM
The keening woke her and she jolted from her bed with a desperate thought flung towards Mizeath. Her panic rattled her and her fear quieted the return of her dragon's voice. "Mizeath!" she screamed, unable to hear the tiny and faint words of her gold, and she made a grab for Rislan as her hut shook. The boy began to cry as he clung to Ameris and she stumbled towards the door with another screech of her dragon's name.
Here! I am here! the gold shouted into the mind of her rider as she made a most inelegant landing next to the woman's home. The world was crumbling around Mizeath and the death of so many was almost more than she could take and she moaned as yet another went dark. Mizeath trembled as Ameris leaned against her, hugging Rislan tight, "We have to take him to A'mad, Mizeath." Mizeath nodded and knelt to allow her rider and the boy mount. Ameris shifted the boy until he was snug in front of her before giving the signal for Mizeath to go.
They made quick work across the ground and it wasn't long before Ameris found her wild eyed and unsurprisingly drunk father at his door. "Keep him safe. Don't leave, just stay here!" she demanded as she shoved the boy at his grandfather. A'mad nodded mutely before shuffling the weepy child inside. Ameris was thankful A'mad was the antisocial nut he was, the hut he occupied was far enough away from the weyr proper that it was guaranteed it would never be damaged. She cringed as Mizeath and Midranth began to keen again. "Come on, Mizeath, lets get to it!" she yelled as she mounted once more.
The weyr was in utter chaos as they reached the area most devastated. She didn't speak. Didn't say much to Mizeath as she jumped from the gold's back and waded into the muck. Mud was nothing to her. Just wet earth and she liked the dirt. She tugged a woman free and gave her a hug, sending her on her way. A weyrling was next, his dragon stuck in the mud and flailing, his boy crying as he flung mud about. She enlisted the aid of her prim and proper dragon and together they freed the dragon, but not without injury to herself. A flailing wing had caught her in the cheek and a bruise was sure to form. Mizeath rumbled in discontent at the red mark on her face and Ameris gave her a wane smile as she patted the golden hide.
The smile quickly faded as she tried to move. "Mizeath," she began as panic rose, "I do believe I'm stuck."You can not be stuck. That weyrling moved quite easily, so you can not be stuck, Mizeath reasoned. "No.." she replied as she jerked a leg, "I'm stuck." Mizeath began to dig carefully around her rider's legs. Frustration moved in as mud began to seep into the holes she had dug nearly as quick as she moved it. I'm going to call another to help, Mizeath said, I can not seem to move it fast enough. Ameris nodded her agreement. Ameris could feel her concentration as the dragon called to another. Ah. Zhiranth and his rider come.
They didn't wait long for the brown and his rider and Ameris sighed in relief. She gave a rueful chuckle when she heard the echo of it from her dragon. The brown touched down a short distance away and she waved a hand to catch the attention of his rider. A shout was heard as the man jumped from the brown's back. And landed wrong. The man, B'ker, slipped and fell awkwardly and his body rolled towards her. A sickening crack echoed across the weyr and the man groaned as his eyes blinked at her. She could see him mouth a word before the light dimmed and a shriek from his dragon signaled B'ker's death. Ameris didn't have to look to know that Zhiranth had gone between. Her world rocked as another shudder of the earth had her whipping around. She screamed and flung her hands up in a futile attempt to block the wave of mud that rolled over the top of her. The last thing she remembered was the high pitched shriek as Mizeath screamed her name.
She came awake choking on mud.
Mizeath crooned soothingly from her station beside the tent that Ameris now called home. The woman had been distraught and sick for the better part of a week and Mizeath worried for her. It was so unlike the hardheaded, stubborn woman to be so withdrawn that Mizeath routinely peaked into Ameris' tumultuous thoughts. She had fought to sooth the chaotic things she saw there but it would seem that every night it would be for naught, as the woman dreamed different variations of that dreadful time.Are you al-... she got out before the woman she adored above all others flung the covers away and made a mad lunge for the doorway.
Ameris huddled against the tent as she retched. Her eyes watered and her nose ran as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the grass until there was nothing left to come up. She straightened, arms about herself as visions of her dream came thundering back. Mizeath set about covering the foul mess as she crooned again to Ameris. An errant thought and the woman was attempting to retch up what wasn't there. The tears choked her and the thoughts swamped her so much she didn't hear the steps that came towards her, but Mizeath did and the gold moved aside for the one person she was certain could make Ameris feel better.
Holy shat! That wasn't meant to be so long!
They made quick work across the ground and it wasn't long before Ameris found her wild eyed and unsurprisingly drunk father at his door. "Keep him safe. Don't leave, just stay here!" she demanded as she shoved the boy at his grandfather. A'mad nodded mutely before shuffling the weepy child inside. Ameris was thankful A'mad was the antisocial nut he was, the hut he occupied was far enough away from the weyr proper that it was guaranteed it would never be damaged. She cringed as Mizeath and Midranth began to keen again. "Come on, Mizeath, lets get to it!" she yelled as she mounted once more.
The weyr was in utter chaos as they reached the area most devastated. She didn't speak. Didn't say much to Mizeath as she jumped from the gold's back and waded into the muck. Mud was nothing to her. Just wet earth and she liked the dirt. She tugged a woman free and gave her a hug, sending her on her way. A weyrling was next, his dragon stuck in the mud and flailing, his boy crying as he flung mud about. She enlisted the aid of her prim and proper dragon and together they freed the dragon, but not without injury to herself. A flailing wing had caught her in the cheek and a bruise was sure to form. Mizeath rumbled in discontent at the red mark on her face and Ameris gave her a wane smile as she patted the golden hide.
The smile quickly faded as she tried to move. "Mizeath," she began as panic rose, "I do believe I'm stuck."
They didn't wait long for the brown and his rider and Ameris sighed in relief. She gave a rueful chuckle when she heard the echo of it from her dragon. The brown touched down a short distance away and she waved a hand to catch the attention of his rider. A shout was heard as the man jumped from the brown's back. And landed wrong. The man, B'ker, slipped and fell awkwardly and his body rolled towards her. A sickening crack echoed across the weyr and the man groaned as his eyes blinked at her. She could see him mouth a word before the light dimmed and a shriek from his dragon signaled B'ker's death. Ameris didn't have to look to know that Zhiranth had gone between. Her world rocked as another shudder of the earth had her whipping around. She screamed and flung her hands up in a futile attempt to block the wave of mud that rolled over the top of her. The last thing she remembered was the high pitched shriek as Mizeath screamed her name.
She came awake choking on mud.
Mizeath crooned soothingly from her station beside the tent that Ameris now called home. The woman had been distraught and sick for the better part of a week and Mizeath worried for her. It was so unlike the hardheaded, stubborn woman to be so withdrawn that Mizeath routinely peaked into Ameris' tumultuous thoughts. She had fought to sooth the chaotic things she saw there but it would seem that every night it would be for naught, as the woman dreamed different variations of that dreadful time.
Ameris huddled against the tent as she retched. Her eyes watered and her nose ran as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the grass until there was nothing left to come up. She straightened, arms about herself as visions of her dream came thundering back. Mizeath set about covering the foul mess as she crooned again to Ameris. An errant thought and the woman was attempting to retch up what wasn't there. The tears choked her and the thoughts swamped her so much she didn't hear the steps that came towards her, but Mizeath did and the gold moved aside for the one person she was certain could make Ameris feel better.
Holy shat! That wasn't meant to be so long!
