01.Dec.12, 10:44 PM
Ronarth is trying to beat his way through the Healer hall.
'So? Wait, did you do something to him?' Erisi was at first thinking she had somehow gotten Ronarth to eat something funny. It was a stretch, but he'd believe that long before he believed what was actually happening.
No, this is not good. Charath sounded oddly nervous, though far from subdued. Ronarth's thoughts and feelings were open to the world, and they made her uncomfortable. Something is wrong with Ronarth's.
'Wait, D'ren?'
Whispers were starting all around him, and soon they were becoming less like whispers and more of flat out gossip. Erisi was trying to tune them out, since he believed Charath to be a far more reliable source of information. However, she was only picking up on a few stray strands of information, and even those did not seem all that reliable. The Green was all the way back at Erisi's hut. She was never fond of socializing with other dragons... outside of tormenting them, but tonight she was not even in the mood for picking on Veeth. And, Faranth, she was always in the mood to pick on Veeth. Whatever was going on had her uncomfortable, and her emotion naturally held sway over Erisi.
He wasn't so much concerned as he was curious. He didn't like D'ren solely for the reason that he was the Weyrleader. D'ren was a symbol, and Erisi would just as likely hate the next man to step up to the plate. Other people were reacting differently, far more outwardly. A few people got up to leave, presumably to go the Healer hall that a dragon was trying to rampage into. It wasn't the smartest idea, and Erisi wasn't keen to follow them. Whatever was going on, he felt like an outsider looking in. Charath's own emotions were strong and influential, he couldn't help but feel a little discomforted as well.
From his shoulder, Harac stirred, hissing loudly at the person sitting across from Erisi. She was far more influenced by Charath and Ronarth than Erisi. Her wings ruffled, and when Erisi lifted his hand to pet her head, she nipped at his fingertips. He pet her head anyways, as if to prove a point, and soon the little Gold was calming down somewhat. "What is going on?" he mumbled to himself, rubbing a hand over his tired face. His food was getting cold, and he could not even be bothered to try and eat it now.
Veeth, she rarely addressed the Blue by his name. Normally she just let her mind touch his, since she couldn't be bothered with treating him with courtesy. Is Valerian all right? She still couldn't be bothered to talk to Veeth for Veeth. The Green was clearly trying to distract herself from the distraught Ronarth, and Veeth was good enough for that. Valerian would be better, though.
'So? Wait, did you do something to him?' Erisi was at first thinking she had somehow gotten Ronarth to eat something funny. It was a stretch, but he'd believe that long before he believed what was actually happening.
No, this is not good. Charath sounded oddly nervous, though far from subdued. Ronarth's thoughts and feelings were open to the world, and they made her uncomfortable. Something is wrong with Ronarth's.
'Wait, D'ren?'
Whispers were starting all around him, and soon they were becoming less like whispers and more of flat out gossip. Erisi was trying to tune them out, since he believed Charath to be a far more reliable source of information. However, she was only picking up on a few stray strands of information, and even those did not seem all that reliable. The Green was all the way back at Erisi's hut. She was never fond of socializing with other dragons... outside of tormenting them, but tonight she was not even in the mood for picking on Veeth. And, Faranth, she was always in the mood to pick on Veeth. Whatever was going on had her uncomfortable, and her emotion naturally held sway over Erisi.
He wasn't so much concerned as he was curious. He didn't like D'ren solely for the reason that he was the Weyrleader. D'ren was a symbol, and Erisi would just as likely hate the next man to step up to the plate. Other people were reacting differently, far more outwardly. A few people got up to leave, presumably to go the Healer hall that a dragon was trying to rampage into. It wasn't the smartest idea, and Erisi wasn't keen to follow them. Whatever was going on, he felt like an outsider looking in. Charath's own emotions were strong and influential, he couldn't help but feel a little discomforted as well.
From his shoulder, Harac stirred, hissing loudly at the person sitting across from Erisi. She was far more influenced by Charath and Ronarth than Erisi. Her wings ruffled, and when Erisi lifted his hand to pet her head, she nipped at his fingertips. He pet her head anyways, as if to prove a point, and soon the little Gold was calming down somewhat. "What is going on?" he mumbled to himself, rubbing a hand over his tired face. His food was getting cold, and he could not even be bothered to try and eat it now.
Veeth, she rarely addressed the Blue by his name. Normally she just let her mind touch his, since she couldn't be bothered with treating him with courtesy. Is Valerian all right? She still couldn't be bothered to talk to Veeth for Veeth. The Green was clearly trying to distract herself from the distraught Ronarth, and Veeth was good enough for that. Valerian would be better, though.