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03.Dec.12, 03:30 AM
R’nd had been giving an innocent visit to a friend at the Candidate Barracks when Ronarth was suddenly in his head and screaming about killing someone, possibly him. Like his friend, he startled visibly with Rell squeaking his protest before vanishing from the perch known as R’nd’s head and quickly reached out to Ayyonth to see what was going on and if his blue was okay. I’m fine but the Weyrleader is not. Ronarth attacks the Healing Hall as we speak.The awe in the usually mellow mind-voice was enough for R’nd to know that Ayyonth wasn’t getting his information from other dragons but observing it for himself. Since the hut of his friend was fairly close to that area, it wasn’t surprising that his curious blue had already made his way over there and R’nd felt he needed to as well. He quickly passed on what Ayyonth had told him and bolted out the door.
Outside was an interesting mess of people. Ronarth was seen clawing at the Healing Hall located beside the Candidate Barracks while bellowing and R’nd gasped in shock and almost fell on his face as he came to a sudden stop, feet tripping over themselves. He was beginning to tremble and couldn’t tell if it was his own fear or Ayyonth’s. Both, he decided as man and dragon reached for each other at the same time, looking for a soothing touch while offering to soothe. They had an odd relationship, both willing to look after the other at their own expense – when Ayyonth wasn’t busy teasing R’nd or anyone else, anyway – but it worked and the trembling was contained enough for steady legs to take a few steps back. It wasn’t like he was next to the Healing Hall but R’nd had an uncontrollable belief that anyone within a certain radius of the ferocious bronze would take the blunt of his anger and serve as a lesson for the actual person behind the crime.
Why wasn’t Nirinath controlling Ronarth? Was D’ren in such bad shape that not even the queen could do anything? That was a terrifying thought and R’nd took several more stumbling steps away from the unchecked dragon. Dragons were gentle beings but R’nd didn’t doubt that Ronarth would gladly change that perception right then when it came to D’ren hanging onto life.
Oh!
R’nd gawked wide-eyed at Ronarth as a realisation hit him. While he still liked the Weyrleader, he had been cautious around the man ever since the grilling over the black eye incident – the first one! – as well as the lashing he ordered B’jin to have and the one I’shan had just been given, both because of him. B’jin, however, was still a good friend of D’ren’s and would no doubt be beside himself right then. Where’s B’jin? R’nd had to force himself to turn toward Ayyonth and away from Ronarth, risking an exposed back, though it wasn’t like seeing the bronze charging for him would serve him any better in the end. He’s across the Square at the Bathing House with Larrikith. A young man approached them. R’nd had excellent vision but he still longed for the sight of a dragon who could make out details far better than he ever could. At the directions given to him, he could see the small green pressed up by the building though other dragons were coming and going making R’nd’s decision for him.
He should go help B’jin deal with frantic Candidates that should be evacuating the area instead of detaining others from doing the same but he knew B’jin could handle that side. At his own mental chiding of the faceless man, R’nd rounded back on the Barracks he had come from and went back inside. I’m not sure what’s going to happen but I’m getting them out of here for now until… until Ronarth calms. R’nd didn’t want to think of Ronarth going between for a final trip and tried to remain optimistic that Talian and the others would help D’ren. Tell Larrikith what we’re doing and find out where Kerrin is. It wasn’t necessarily the end of the world but R’nd didn’t want anyone getting caught by a stray rock from Ronarth’s attack on the building or get too close and end up under foot or dragon food.
But the poor Northerners would be terrified and a calm bluerider would be best to show them all would be okay but they should go admire the river. It was lovely at this time of the season, honest!
Outside was an interesting mess of people. Ronarth was seen clawing at the Healing Hall located beside the Candidate Barracks while bellowing and R’nd gasped in shock and almost fell on his face as he came to a sudden stop, feet tripping over themselves. He was beginning to tremble and couldn’t tell if it was his own fear or Ayyonth’s. Both, he decided as man and dragon reached for each other at the same time, looking for a soothing touch while offering to soothe. They had an odd relationship, both willing to look after the other at their own expense – when Ayyonth wasn’t busy teasing R’nd or anyone else, anyway – but it worked and the trembling was contained enough for steady legs to take a few steps back. It wasn’t like he was next to the Healing Hall but R’nd had an uncontrollable belief that anyone within a certain radius of the ferocious bronze would take the blunt of his anger and serve as a lesson for the actual person behind the crime.
Why wasn’t Nirinath controlling Ronarth? Was D’ren in such bad shape that not even the queen could do anything? That was a terrifying thought and R’nd took several more stumbling steps away from the unchecked dragon. Dragons were gentle beings but R’nd didn’t doubt that Ronarth would gladly change that perception right then when it came to D’ren hanging onto life.
Oh!
R’nd gawked wide-eyed at Ronarth as a realisation hit him. While he still liked the Weyrleader, he had been cautious around the man ever since the grilling over the black eye incident – the first one! – as well as the lashing he ordered B’jin to have and the one I’shan had just been given, both because of him. B’jin, however, was still a good friend of D’ren’s and would no doubt be beside himself right then. Where’s B’jin? R’nd had to force himself to turn toward Ayyonth and away from Ronarth, risking an exposed back, though it wasn’t like seeing the bronze charging for him would serve him any better in the end. He’s across the Square at the Bathing House with Larrikith. A young man approached them. R’nd had excellent vision but he still longed for the sight of a dragon who could make out details far better than he ever could. At the directions given to him, he could see the small green pressed up by the building though other dragons were coming and going making R’nd’s decision for him.
He should go help B’jin deal with frantic Candidates that should be evacuating the area instead of detaining others from doing the same but he knew B’jin could handle that side. At his own mental chiding of the faceless man, R’nd rounded back on the Barracks he had come from and went back inside. I’m not sure what’s going to happen but I’m getting them out of here for now until… until Ronarth calms. R’nd didn’t want to think of Ronarth going between for a final trip and tried to remain optimistic that Talian and the others would help D’ren. Tell Larrikith what we’re doing and find out where Kerrin is. It wasn’t necessarily the end of the world but R’nd didn’t want anyone getting caught by a stray rock from Ronarth’s attack on the building or get too close and end up under foot or dragon food.
But the poor Northerners would be terrified and a calm bluerider would be best to show them all would be okay but they should go admire the river. It was lovely at this time of the season, honest!
