Collective Collapse Repairs [R'ana]

I'shan? Ilveriath said with an edge of concern. His immediate worry over the news went much deeper, but as always, the placid beast kept it sealed safely from any direct exposure to his rider. After the events of the past months, even the protective Ilveriath had to admit that I'shan was tougher than he looked, but that didn't mean the flighty man had outgrown his tendency towards...strong reactions.

What? I'shan asked, only half-aware of Ilveriath's subtle foreboding. The bluerider furrowed his brows and looked up in the air, where the dragon circled lazily above the weyr. Is something wrong, Ilv?

Ilveriath angled his head, jeweled eyes focused on the healer hall. The beast angled himself down and began a rapid but not quite urgent descent. I'shan's heart fluttered as he sensed the dragon's concern, but he checked his own enthusiasm and waited. Surely Ilveriath would fill him in soon. The man froze comically in place, standing awkwardly and rigidly in the middle of the gather square.

Ilveriath wanted very badly yo ask I'shan how he didn't hear the collapse, but he refrained. The infirmary has collapsed. Shanith seeks a dragonrider to help. I believe there are people trapped inside

I'shan frowned instantly, too stunned by the news to react right away. "Seriously?!" he balked out loud, shifting his eyes to  Ilveriath as the beast settled close by. Ilveriath lowered his neck/ Come quickly!

The pair were nimble and quick on the wing, but that wa where their usefulness ended. I'shan was a petite man and knew little of architecture, so when he arrived to find the hall in the mess that it was in, he wasn't even sure where to begin. "Get...someone else. Anyone else. Go get people!" he blurted as he sprang from the dragon's back, flinging himself at the rubble and training his eyes on the nearest nooks and crannies. What the shards was he supposed to do?!

Try to find them Ilveriath directed gently, once again managing to hide his own deep concern, perhaps even deeper than I'shan's. The poor man always had a difficult time actually believing when bad things happened. He was always left stunned, in some sort of denial...and today, it seemed that he had frozen once again.

Squee appeared, screaming. His high-pitched cry snapped I'shan from his horror and the bluerider sucked in a sharp breath. Someone was stuck in there! "Squee! Oh, thank Faranth...There are people in there! Go..find them!" he said,. waving his arms awkwardly as he tried to think of how to will his poorly-trained fire lizards to go about such a task. He bit his lip and tried toc alm himself, focusing on a fictitious image of people being trapped under the fallig rubble. Squee at least appeared to get the message and took off, skimming and scampering over the piles of debris and sniffing eagerly for the victims. I'shan was left up top, pawing around skittishly for fear of accidentally doing more harm than good. "Hello!? Is there anyone down there?!"

Squee managed to find a gap. He wriggled inside, barely able to fit even at his small size, and scurried over to the pair, sticking his nose up underneath Oahvakeen's hand and squeaking questioningly.

We have summoned help Ilveriath whispered, projecting his voice calmly.