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18/MAROn 18.03.742 Bronzerider A’dris of Vyaniorth was found dead in his personal bathing pool. He appears to have drowned after drinking an excess of alcohol. Afterwards it was realized that Machiya of Gold Cameth from Telgar Weyr had disappeared. Having never arrived at her destination, it is suspected she had an accident between.
11/MAR Gold Racoth of Donmaline went between taking Bronze Beruth of T’rel with her shortly after she had been caught, due to T’rel strangling Donmaline. He did not survive. more info
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S'kef wasn't really sure how to feel. He stared in one of Katila's rare mirrors, one of the unexpected luxuries that had come with his office, and found himself frowning. He hadn't slept well the night before. He kept thinking about the day ahead of him, and how much it meant about himself and his future. It wasn't that he was intimidated so much as he was cautious. Actually removing D'ren had been an indirect action on his part, something that he silently pawned off to a less suspicious party. S'kef always felt like he had the guts to do it himself, but the risk was too great.

If that had been the start, then this was the point of no return. There would be no going back after today; he was in deep, maybe even over his head, but he didn't believe in backtracking. This event was vitally important, not only for his own station but for Katila itself.

Maybe that was what gave him pause. At the start, all of this had been about himself. He was sick of being pushed down from where he felt he rightfully belonged. Now, he realized that it was about everyone else as well. He hated watching Pern's dragonriders languish in the south, rotting in the jungle when they belonged on top of the civilized world. They deserved more than to suffer and starve in the mud, and whose fault was it? Tusen, of course, and her disgusting bronzerider enabler D'ren. S'kef was a selfish man with selfish ambitions, but as time passed, he realized that if anyone could restore Pern's riders to their proper place, why not him?

No one else even seemed willing to try. Well, he would change that!

He finished getting ready and whistled once, summoning Flit to his side. His little green companion flashed into sight and settled neatly on his shoulder, purring gently. She was a gentle and quiet thing, and S'kef didn't regret accepting her companionship. Today, she would be an excellent public relations tool. He found that she softened his overall appearance, and while today it would be important to look strong, it would also be important not to look wicked.

The thought seemed to amude Tyrrisath. What will you do about Crucluith? the dragon asked. I cannot control him

Some of the other bronzes will, though S'kef replied as he walked outside. Xyrieth, for sure...and he's not the only ally we have  A couple other bronzeriders came to mind, and it was admittedly a huge relief. He'd rather not have relied on Nirinath.

He quickly mounted the dragon. Tyrrisath took off, flying without going between before landing in the gather square. A crowd was already assembling. Tyrrisath circled once, rattling off names of those important figures who were present, and finally landed. Mmuch to S'kef's surprise, T'shiro was already there, apparently at his own free will. S'kef could feel the man's eyes on him, but for now he ignored it. He dismounted and waved to those who'd already assembled before slowly turning to whisper to the man, his words lost  in the commotion. Flit squeaked gently, eyes whirling with sudden urgency and fear.

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Peorray watched the Weyrleader arrive with a calm expression, but felt her heart rate pick up in reaction. She'd been wrestling with whether she should come here today almost from the moment she'd known about the notice, or if it be better to just stay in her room until it was all over.

On the one hand, she wasn't a dragonrider. This felt like very much a rider thing, punishment for attacking the old Weyrleader, and probably no one would miss her if she'd stayed away. Nor was the prospect of seeing someone get murdered a pleasant one, no matter what they'd done. Peorray wasn't exactly blood-squeamish, but seeing human die would be much different that butchering an animal. And the poor dragon!

But this was as much a Katila matter as a rider one. They all depended on the Weyrleader for guidance and stability and people getting the idea they could attack that at will would be a bad thing. And deep in her heart, Peorray knew that it was important to witness justice being done. Not to be glad of it, or enjoy it, but simply to bear witness to such a drastic and sobering step as an execution. Besides, the person who'd read the note for her on the board -the Weyrleader's writing too bad for her to puzzle out- had said it was expected for everyone but the goldriders and weyrlings.

Still, the Weyrleader's arrival meant that the event was surely imminent and real, not an interesting moral debate. Peorray really hoped she had the guts to stick it out and stick to her principles on this. She sighed and looked around the small group she stood with, hoping to see someone as resigned-looking as she felt. Maybe they could support each other.

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R'nya
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Written By: ThistleProse
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R’nya had had an interesting evening the day prior, with various young women seeking him out and usually demanding hugs and reassurance. Yes, they would be fine, yes, they were going to be taken out of range, and no, no one would let them get eaten by felines or wild whers, and please don’t --- Damnit Xyreith, why do women always have to cry? The dragon’s sniggering had been his only answer.

When dawn broke, however, the bronzerider – ever an early riser – had been up and ready. He had dressed, as many others would that day, in his dragonriding leathers. He made sure the condition was as acceptable as he knew it would be, checking more for sections that might have been eaten by insects than any wear or tear that would never exist in his leathers. Only when he was ready, (he had bathed and shaved the previous night, and saw no reason to redo such actions when his night had been quiet, calm and peaceful.), did he leave the hut and quietly mount up on Xyreith.

It was early still, but R’nya was in no hurry; he never hurried. The bronzerider went to breakfast, and socialised before making his way quietly about his usual routine and non-existent duties. He answered what questions asked of him with a bluntness that was almost entirely believed to be honesty, and R’nya made no attempt to correct them as he repeated that no, he did not know what S’kef had planned. No, he did not know the details and no, he was not interested in their gossiping or bitching and no he was not going to try and ‘change the brownrider’s’ mind. Whether they liked it or not, S’kef was their weyrleader and the bronzerider made it quite clear they ought to show some respect.

When push came to shove, R’nya blamed D’ren for putting the spotlight on him; no one had even known he’d existed before the bronzerider had made him a Wingleader. The fact that he had spent his time following D’ren’s orders are surely as he followed those issued by S’kef were unknown by most people; the growing opinion that he was a sounding board to the new Weyrleader was both amusing and annoying. The idea he caught wind of that the brownrider was his puppet nearly made R’nya laugh on the spot. Nearly. Why he would puppeteer a brownrider when it would be much more acceptable for him to snag Weyrleader and use the brownrider as a ‘second and make him do the dirtywork anyway was beyond the bronzerider. It made no sense at all!

By the time Noon arrived, R’nya had already been at the square, sitting with quiet dignity on Xyreith’s foreleg as the dragon lay curled up in a feline manner in the sun. The arrival of T’shiro had been acknowledged with a polite nod of the head, R’nya’s opinion on the whole ordeal completely out of sight. Xyreith stirred, waking from his lazy midday nap to peer around mildly before R’nya felt him reach out for Crucluith, his mind sharp and ready. The bronze would be unlikely to accept his rider being tossed between with any great dignity. It was expected he would vanish himself, of course, but R’nya and Xyreith were both prepared for the shitstorm and to protect both Tyrrisath and S’kef from the angry dragon making sure they, too, never returned.

Standing when Tyrrisath landed, R’nya made his way quietly towards the weyrleader, his eyes scanning the crowd. Earlier, Xyreith had informed him of those that had left with Tsuen and Nirinath, as had been requested of many of them. His gaze, mostly looking for troublemakers, slid without thought over Peorray’s face before snapping back. Grey-blue eyes widened just slightly, barely visible to anyone that was not both very close and very good at reading the bronzerider. His sudden pause before a deeply disproving frown stormed onto his face was quite readable, however. What is she doing here?

Xyreith jumped at the unaccustomed angry tone, and turned suddenly violent eyes on the young woman his rider had pointed out, very displeased at being on the receiving end of R’nya’s rare anger. The bronze dragon stared at the girl for a moment, before giving R’nya the equivalent of an internal shrug. Don’t know, Sir. The bronze also didn’t care, and while his tone made that quite clear, he just as obviously wasn’t prepared to press R’nya’s buttons at that moment. His human was difficult to rile up, but that girl had done it with her mere presence and Xyreith was not interested in being the punching bag.

R’nya scoffed at his dragon internally, before striding purposefully away from the small clearing that had come into existence around S’kef, the bronzerider’s clearly pissed off expression on the usually unreadable face clearing out many from his path. Before Peorray could either dodge out of reach or step aside for him, R’nya’s hand shot out swiftly, grabbing the girl by the upper arm. His grip was remarkably light, though undoubtedly it would look harsh and cruel to those watching and he could feel them watching.

“Are you stupid?” Half hissed, half whispered, R’nya’s voice still carried. Angered, and disappointed, the bronzerider stared at her expectantly. Peorray was normally such a good girl, too! Why would she disobey his pointed indication that she and her other companions should join the Weyrlings outside the Weyr district?! The fact that everyone he trusted to take care of one of his girls was currently with the rest of them did nothing to sooth the bronzerider’s obviously ruffled feathers and he withdrew his hand with a jerk, crossing his arms angrily over his chest and continued to stare down at her.

Zomg. R’nya’s emoting XD

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Peorray was, in fact, not stupid and took only one look at the bronzerider's face to figure out that something was wrong even before he grabbed her arm. Taking a moment to take stock of her options, she dropped her eyes slightly to stay somewhere in the vicinity of R'nya's left shoulder.

She knew better than to answer the actual question asked of her -no matter what she said, it would please neither of them-and instead asked one of her own. "Aren't I supposed to be here, sir? I thought I was, that the Weyrleader expected it of anyone not a goldrider or weyrling, and I'm not one yet." If she hadn't just scuttled her chances with this misstep.

The longer she'd stood here, the longer she'd begun to notice that it wasn't just those two groups missing from the crowd. Unfortunately, R'nya had arrived before she could discretely withdraw. "I'm sorry, sir." She offered the apology, plain and sincere. It wasn't as though she'd desperately wanted to see someone die. "I obviously misunderstood." She could admit when she was wrong.

She made a mental note to talk with the rest of the girls more often- she didn't see any of them here, and one of them probably would have said something if she had. Her daily routine lately had been work, sleep and Soren, and that had obviously been a mistake. This was why she liked things spelled out clearly.

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The crowd was growing. S'kef whispered to the embattled bronzerider for several minutes before stepping away, nodding for his appointed security to approach and keep watch for shenanigans while he took care of some preliminary business. He figured it best to get this ugly matter over with as quickly as possible, but a few words were certainly in order. The crowd was still gathering, but according to Tyrrisath's reports, they would all be there soon enough. To hell with the stragglers, too. S'kef wanted this to be a message, but not a spectacle. Best not to let them stew in their bloodthirst or dread for too long. This was an act of business, impersonal and calculated.

Whatever he'd said to T'shiro was his own, and the stoic and defiant bronzerider didn't seem keen on sharing it, either. S'kef was having a hard time deciding how he felt about those words, his expression twisted with anger and hatred and dispassionate resolve all at once. He raised his hand to call the attention of the crowd, riding high off whatever emotions the brief conversation had stirred in him.

When the crowd fell momentarily silent, he found himself gazing across it. He searched for familiar faces; he could see R'nya speaking to some girl, and of course he was aware of J'ver lingering supportively close by. Where were M'bal and B'run, his great rivals? He hadn't seen M'bal in some time, though he wouldn't have been surprised if B'run showed his face to spite him. D'ren was absent as well, but according to Tyrrisath, Ronarth was stirring. S'kef expected an appearance, but he wasn't sure what form it would come in. That was bad news, too. Ronarth was a force to be reckoned with.

Tyrrisath, ask J'ver to find a way to keep D'ren away from here he whispered to the brown. The dragon relayed the message, requesting J'ver either find a way himself or find someone who could. J'ver was clever, and if it came down to it, there were direction options as well. Perhaps a gold to keep Ronarth under control...

He trusts you the dragon added at the end of the brief instructions, a soft touch that he may not have used in a less delicate situation.

Once that was done, S'kef finally spoke. "R'nya, step forward please," he said calmly. He'd planned on having R'nya read the executive order. Much like D'ren had always used S'kef to keep the blood off his own hands, S'kef would use that tactic now, though he still had every intention of dropping the bastard between himself. He looked over one shoulder, watching as his chosen guards flanked T'shiro while his dragon lurked behind him. It was a precarious position to be in, but this had to be the moment that things changed.







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Disgusting.

A'liran stood in the middle of the crowd, eyes fixed hawkishly on the 'Weyrleader' as he stepped forward to begin his little pre-murder speech. The injustice of it was grating. Ali never cared much for D'ren either, of course, and he certainly didn't give a rat's ass about Tsuen, but this was disgusting. Shouldn't the bronzerider just be exiled? Why did he hve to be killed? Was it some sort of insane power-grab?

The greenrider didn't like it one bit. He fumed, reminding himself to keep his mouth shut as he watched S'kef call for the crowd's attention. Lump grumbled irritably on his shoulder, red eyes reflecting his bonded's mood. Ali wasn't sure where Bastard had gotten off to. The little creature was probably purposefully avoiding the negativity before Lump put him in a foul mood himself. Ali could hardly blame the little beast.

Please Astoreth whispered sweetly in the back of his mind. Please don't do anything foolish, A'liran. Please. Now is not the time to expose yourself . He voice was soft and pleading. It was unusual, and for a moment it doused the greenrider's fire.

Baby girl...don't worry about me so much the greenrider replied, mindvoice cold with anger directed at the leadership. I'm going to be just fine.

No... the green dragon replied, hissing with dissent from her nearby perch atop a building. You're not. You're lying to me! She flared her wings and curled up, eyes boiling red.

She would just have to find someone else. She reached out, but while A'liran had many acquaintances and drinking buddies, he didn't have many steadfast friends. Those he did have were either too timid to interfere or were too far away to matter right now. Where was B'run? She didn't see him, but she did reach out to Olemuth, warning him that the greenrider might soon need help.

Astoreth had another idea, too. D'hys might have been rough around the edges, but Ali found a strange comfort in the man's company. D'hys seemed immune to Ali's outrage as well, so maybe he could help.

Zeianth the green whispered. A'liran is agitated. I don't know what to do . She normally liked to playfully argue with the blue and she knew that speaking directly to D'hys angered him, but right now wasn't the time. She was much too worried and much too fragile in her state of mind to upset a higher ranking dragon. What do I do? What do I do?! He's going to get himself hurt...

A'liran could sense her tension, and it wasn't helping his mood. He scowled and watched as S'kef called R'nya up to begin the process, and he just couldn't take it anymore.

"Murderers!" he popped off, shouting above the crowd. "Murderers!"

Lump shrieked and took off as Tyrrisath turned his red eyes on them. A'liran took an alarmed step back as S'kef's head snapped in his direction, but the brownrider paid Ali surprisingly little attention. "Someone get him out of here," he ordered dismissively, to no one in particular.

This prompt is directed at Isscer, but others are more than welcome to take note

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D'hys
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Written By: SunsetWay
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D’hys figured since he didn’t have anything better to do that day that he would attend the execution. It wasn’t something that was witnessed regularly and while it didn’t sit well that they would lose a dragon, a bronze at that, he didn’t care one way or the other over T’shiro. From what he had heard from friends in the man’s wing, T’shiro wasn’t the best at leading and was eccentric with the jewellery he was constantly seen in but wouldn’t give up for anything that would actually benefit him or the community as a whole back when they sent traders North. So it didn’t seem to be a real loss on the human side but it was always hard to lose a dragon. After the Plague, every dragon counted and they had lost through accidents or unstable minds too many weyrlings, which was saying a lot coming from the man that didn’t really notice weyrlings until they graduated.

He stood off to the side, somewhere in the middle of the assembled crowd so he wasn’t attracting any attention for being too interested or not interested enough and hiding in the back. V’zire wasn’t with him, obviously, as the greenrider was far too delicate for such matters. Niskziath would likely go on with her day without even realizing what was going on as Zeianth assured him so there wasn’t a need to play up sympathy or coddle the man in a time of need. D’hys figured he could stop in after the keening had ended to make sure everyone was still happy and earn a few more points through the gesture but for now, he’d be himself and watch how others reacted.

I will alert D’hys to your distress, Zeianth replied in his usual calm manner when Astoreth reached out for him. That was one complicated green pair but they were interesting as well. He enjoyed the company of the more timid dragons that regarded him with some respect with their friendship but Astoreth had a bit of a fight in her that made for some fun exchanges at times before she also fell into a more submissive role and quieted down. Because of her mood swings and D’hys’ own interest in A’liran and his odd ways did the blue follow through with what he said, Your feisty friend is about to do something stupid according to Astoreth.

D’hys was confused for a split second, wondering which feisty friend was being referred to until the dragon’s name was given. He quickly scanned the crowd for A’liran and started to push through when the man was spotted. His intentions would go unappreciated though as the greenrider finally gave into his anger and blurted out his opinion, earning the attention of S’kef. D’hys watched for that reaction and was impressed at how calm the brownrider remained, dismissing A’liran as he would a fly landing on his arm. He continued to move, intent on at least following the order to remove A’liran but still he was too slow as some unknown – to him, meaning it was a Candidate – man beat him to it and worked to remove the struggling greenrider.

Apologise to Astoreth for me to keep her calm. She will have an outburst herself soon, at me if not the whole crowd. D’hys wasn’t concerned about failing the impromptu mission but the lecture on failing didn’t appeal to him and he already knew how worked up that dragon could get. He almost felt sorry for the girl having to put up with such shenanigans all the time.

D’hys is sorry he wasn’t closer and couldn’t reach your rider in time to keep his mouth shut. Mission accomplished, Zeianth turned his attention back to his human and watched through D’hys’ eyes what would happen next.

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R'nya
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Written By: ThistleProse
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R’nya’s hard expression softened slightly at the woman’s apology, the bronzerider nodding slightly. Had the girl given any indication that she was lying, or playing dumb, his anger may well have bristled further. As it was, her obvious realisation that she was in the wrong place was instead met with a gentle motion as R’nya lightly reached out to take her elbow, and murmured quiet instructions to accompany him. If he couldn’t prevent her from being present when the other bronzerider was dropped between he could at least keep her close by if she needed soothing herself – but more importantly – he would remove her from the immediate reach of the crowd that would soon surge with various emotions. He did not need one of his girls being trampled into the ground by an overly zealous crowd!

“Please wait here, Peorray. I will take you to collect Soren, after.” Making sure the girl was securely located amongst some of the other Riders that S’kef seemed to keep around for reasons R’nya was not involved in, the bronzerider stepped forward when the Weyrleader called him. He was worried about the young woman being present, but not overly stressed. A quick jump between for whomever the Weyrleader opted to be the executioner, and the deed would be done. Regardless, he would have been much happier if the girl were safely with the other goldriders and hopefuls.

“Sir.”

The ruckus put up by a greenrider was ignored without so much as a twitch from R’nya, though Xyreith reared his head back, eyes a vicious colour as he glared in Astoreth’s direction, his lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth as he hissed at her. R’nya quietened him with a sharp thought, though nothing of the exchange showed on his face. There was a nasty business to attend to, and excitable dragons would not ease the process.

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C'vir spent much longer than usual staring at the ceiling above him, his standard early morning vigor conspicuously absent. Instead of making an early escape to capitalize on the few candlemarks of peace he received when Besulth outslept him, he stayed in bed, vacillating between willed mindlessness and flurries of anxious reflection.
It's a rare day when I'm up and moving before you are, the brown remarked softly, mindvoice absent the slight smugness that typically accompanied such comments. This was not the morning to antagonize his rider, no matter how playfully.

C'vir sighed, reluctantly sitting up and running his fingers through sleep-matted hair. A rare day indeed, he mused, and not a pleasant one. The death of a rider for any reason was a blow to the weyr; that Katila would be losing a bronzerider under such unsavory circumstances only compounded the gravity of the day's events. He rolled halfheartedly to the edge of his bed, remaining seated for several moments while he stretched his arms and rolled out his shoulders. He was no longer sure what he'd been thinking when he'd agreed to serve as a guard for S'kef. He could hardly avoid attending the execution, but participating suggested a tacit approval he was uncertain of his willingness to give. Though the investigation of D'ren's attempted murder pointed to T'shiro as the guilty party, the brownrider had heard so many conflicting accounts and wild rumors that he had no idea what to believe. Sorting through the abundant and imaginative speculation was damn near impossible: he didn't envy those in charge of the investigation, the findings of which -- true or false -- had helped condem a man to death. The execution was a bold move on S'kef's part, a decision a man of lesser assurance may have shirked. It made a statement, not only about the price of crimes committed in Katila, but also about who was in charge and just how firm a hand he was willing to use. Whether or not the decision was an appropriate one, C'vir was not yet well-informed enough to decide.

Sometimes I'm glad you're not a bronze and I'm not a Weyrleader, he mumbled mentally, rising to pull on his riding leathers.
Tyrissath is not a bronze, and his rider is a Weyrleader, the dragon responded archly. You never know what may happen, and you certainly can't predict the future.
No, he couldn't. Nor could he predict the extent of his own ambitions from day to day. On some mornings, he wanted the world -- on others, he didn't want to leave his bed; insecurities often curtailed his aspirations. But those are worries for another day, the rider thought solemnly, tugging his clothing into place with a few final adjustments. He shaved carefully, hand steadier than expected, and arranged his curls neatly with the hopes they'd stay in place. Food would wait; he lacked and appetite and it was time to go.

The crowd in Gather Square was subdued but somewhat tightly-wound when the pair landed, with T'shiro already present, apparently of his own volition. C'vir had taken the brief flight over as an opportunity to settle into his familiar guise of lofty impassivity -- whatever his own, constantly shifting feelings about the execution were, he refused to have them on display. Having established for the next few candlemarks a demeanor of composed neutrality, he slid from Besulth's back, keeping his distance while S'kef had a few private words with T'shiro. The nod from the Weyrleader brought him forward to warily survey those in attendance.

It rarely took long for things to get out of hand, and this particular event was no exception. As soon as the crowd quieted, a lone rider saw fit to voice his disapproval, his cries of "Murderers!" seemingly doing little to perturb the Weyrleader. C'vir frowned, prepared to remove A'liran, but the problem quickly resolved itself. He preferred not to let the greenriders words linger too long; he wasn't immune to being unsettled by them. Returning  his attention partially to R'nya and the Weyrleader and partially to the crowd, he briefly reached for Besulth. I'm trusting you to stay calm.
As you should. I'm calmer than you are.

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Peorray wasn't so sure this new location was a lot better than the old one, but if it made R'nya feel better -he was such a decent sort of man, she hated to upset him- she could go along with it. She nodded her gratitude along with a whispered thanks as he left to attend the Weyrleader, touched that he'd think of her and her son even at such a time as this.

She startled slightly as the man -greenrider- called out, frowning in his general direction. Why make this a spectacle? Let justice be done and everyone could move on. The man had been declared guilty, and surely the investigators wouldn't say so and lose a valuable dragon if they weren't absolutely sure.

Still, it was odd that the doomed man didn't fight more. Peorray couldn't imagine being resigned to the prospect of one's own death like that. Strange. The man that had been moved so passionately as to try to kill a man for whatever reason seemingly couldn't be bothered to show some of that passion now.

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There were some things Isscer had learned from being Stolen. Oh, he knew well enough that he couldn’t trust anyone at Katila--there were too many people that hated the Northerners, and his broken nose was a reminder of the simmering tensions between the Stolen and the Weyrfolk. Isscer firmly believed in keeping his head down and staying far from the watchful eye of the upper ranks--it was safer all the way around, any way he looked at it.

The tension in the crowd was so thick Isscer felt like he could feel it. He already felt unsettled by the fact that S’kef was executing a bronzerider--it was something unprecedented, something terrible. Isscer felt nauseous, sweating through his clean tunic, eyes riveted to the scene. Edik, steadfastly perched on Isscer’s left shoulder, took in the scene from his vantage point. He was a quiet creature, but Isscer could even sense his distress at everything--even the firelizards knew this was going to be horrible to witness.

“Shard it,” Isscer grumbled, glaring at the man who had shifted in front of him. His view was obstructed, and even if he knew it was going to be bad, there was some sort of morbid fascination with witnessing the execution. He had half a mind to inform the man that he was being rather rude, but before he got the chance the man was shouting about murderers!

Isscer frowned, eyes darting to the front of the crowd. S’kef looked straight in their direction, and Isscer felt the bile beginning to creep up the back of his throat. But he recognized that voice, and as he stared at the back of the man’s head, it all became slightly clearer.

“A’liran?” He reached out to touch the greenrider on the shoulder, but hesitated. He didn’t want to damage his healing nose any further. “A’liran,” Isscer repeated, slightly more forceful in tone, before he dared to prod the greenrider’s shoulder. While Isscer had no great affinity for greenriders, his opinion of them having been tainted by the one who had Stolen him, A’liran was quite unlike any greenrider he had ever met. He felt sorry for the Northerners, and that alone meant that Isscer felt obligated to help him--the less fortunate had to stick together, after all.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Isscer lowered his voice enough so only A’liran could hear, scowling darkly at him. “What good do you think that’s going to do, you sharding idiot?” He shook his head in disgust. “You certainly aren’t doing me any good if you die--who else in this place would care about people like me?” It was, perhaps, a round-about way of pointing out how stupid--how futile, really--it was to try to save T’shiro now. What was done was done; the mob had to have some kind of closure after the Weyr had been turned upside down to try to track down the assassin. It didn’t matter who the culprit was to Isscer as long as he was as far removed from everything as he could possibly be.

“Please, A’liran. Don’t start something you know you can’t win--S’kef’s the Weyrleader now.” Isscer wasn’t above pleading if it was required, and a hint of desperation had crept into his words before he had even realized it. “Don’t do something stupid.”

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J’ver arrived early solely so he could keep track of who was there, when they arrived, and their attitude towards the event. It would prove useful to know who was of a like mind and could possibly come in handy down the line for other ventures. He stood quietly to the side of the staging area and didn’t mind at all that he mostly went unnoticed with only a few scowls either because he was a trader to his kind or because he had used that person in the past in one way or another. He was there to gather information but to also show his support for S’kef in his leadership position and in his decision. Losing a dragonrider was serious business but since it would ease the minds of their flock that almost always obediently followed their words and the beautiful fact that it took all suspicion for once and for all from them over D’ren’s attack made the loss that much easier. It didn’t hurt one but that it happened to be a man that he didn’t like and couldn’t find a use for.

When S’kef arrived, J’ver split his attention between the crowd and the Weyrleader in case he was needed. Later he would ask about the conversation held in private with T’shiro but for now, there was no point and J’ver didn’t show that he had been even tempted to ask. This was all business to him and even Vixen behaved and held a queenly pose on his shoulder, eyes tracking the movement of a man here and there that might cause trouble. She was becoming rather handy at collecting secrets and becoming another pair of eyes to hide in darkened areas.

Tyrrisath’s voice didn’t startle J’ver nearly as much as it once had. The brown went turns without speaking to him but now they spoke a bit more and not always on S’kef’s orders, as this time happened to be. Once, he would have gone through Rilaleeyth but now Tyrrisath saved the time and went directly to the man. J’ver cast a sideways glance to S’kef and nodded at the man when he caught his gaze before taking three steps back and turning on his heel to follow orders.

As he should, my dear brown. J’ver wasn’t insulted by the statement and was all the more determined to show he wouldn’t mess this up like he sometimes did. S’kef had lost his position of Weyrsecond because of a blundering oversight in the shape of Talian but that had been dealt with and they were now in a better place than they once were. Even the attack on D’ren was a murder gone wrong and while it was mostly on Z’ia’s pretty curly-haired head – which J’ver liked as it was and kept insisting S’kef wasn’t allowed to mess up a friend in any way – but J’ver had ultimately been the one to vouch for the bluerider.

How was he to distract a bronzerider that once led them and would be determined to see his attacker dealt with? How to deal with the bronze dragon that already showed he had quite the temper on him when provoked? The dragon was easy. Rilaleeyth, my girl. Go to Ronarth and chat with him. About anything. He loves friends and will love such a sweet and friendly green like you. Do not leave his side until my word. His dragon loved to help and show she could be useful so it wasn’t a surprise that Rilaleeyth jumped at the opportunity to assist. He knew she would have preferred to stay near Tyrrisath and seek comfort by nestling up beside him or even going to Aveleth whom she said was leaving the area for the day. That would have been nice for Rilaleeyth, to be away from such ugly business, but J’ver needed her to be close for now.

As he left the crowd, J’ver continued working on a plan. He could try talking to D’ren and see how far that got him but the bronzerider didn’t like him so it wouldn’t last long. He had time on the stroll over to figure out if simply blocking the door would be enough or if he had to hire a strong bluerider to play physical road block. Surely D’hys would be bored with people-watching and want to lend a hand and show his support to the brownrider he had socialized with here and there in the past. It would be of great benefit to him. That was something to consider as J’ver quickened his pace once he rounded a corner and no one in the Square would see him.

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Caxith had very studiously situated herself atop one of the surrounding buildings, eyes swirling an unhappy mix of red and orange. She was as unhappy to be here as any, but in a rare stroke of determination T'rielle had insisted they stay, rather than help ferry those that were not going to do so. However grumbly she was, Caxith acquiesced to his determination.

There wasn't even a thought in T'rielle's mind regarding not attending the execution. It wasn't so much a personal decision as it was an assumed obligation as a dragonrider and on some level he just wanted to be there. He wasn't even sure why, exactly, and while he had figured out a long time ago that it was generally in the best interest of all involved to just comply with such gut feelings.

It tended to work, when he actually managed to follow through. He didn't make a spectacle of himself, electing to stick to the middle of the crowd; not too far in the front, where someone might mistake some random expression for a rebellious attitude, and not so far to the back where he wouldn't be able to see anything (not, of course, that there was any genuine will to see the execution itself, but he might as well have not shown up at all if he intended to sit there and listen).

Which, with his distractibility, might not have ended well.

The greenrider had always tried his best to stay out of Weyr politics. To him, they were a drab, boring thing that he really didn't care about. There were exceptions, of course, but not many--and this was not one of them. It might not have been the best philosophy to follow, truthfully, but he honestly didn't see the point. However optimistic he may have been, he knew just how much weight he could pull as a greenrider.

Obligation, however, led him to feel that attendance to this particular event was not something he should shirk. He winced when he heard A'liran's shout, automatically glancing around for the man himself, already half-decided on complying to the Weyrleader's general command to remove the greenrider. Isscer--he thought it was Isscer, at least--beat him to it, and he settled back into his previous position, arms crossed over his chest.

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A'liran felt a flash of anger when someone's hand brushed against his shoulder. The greenrider spun around, too shaken by the situation and filled with adrenaline to bother even trying to recognize the voice that spoke to him. His fist curled instinctively and he lifted it, hoping to Faranth he would get to plow it into the smug face of Z'ia or some other dick bluerider, but instead he saw a candidate.

Ali almost hit him anyway.

He wasn't sure what stopped him. Maybe it was the internal screech from Astoreth, fearful that if Ali started anything, something awful might happen. Maybe it was his own sense of sympathy for the Northerners and memory of the few times he'd spoken to this young man, going out of his way to be even a little bit friendly. Isscer, right? Was that his name? He'd seemed like a good kid. Ali didn't know him well, of course, but even this level of anger couldn't prompt him to hit someone who didn't deserve it.

So fucking close.

Still, in his self-righteous rage, he wanted to hit something. His angry eyes remained locked on Isscer for several more seconds before he finally uncurled his fist and relaxed, body still tense and expression toxic. "The fuck are you doing?" he snapped, his frustration not exactly directed at the boy, but loud and caustic enough to earn a few glances. Astoreth again begged him to still his temper, and with a ragged snort and a frustrated stomp of his foot, he did his best to swallow it.

His eyes wandered back to the scene ahead, only half-listening to Isscer's pleadings. Ali felt no loyalty to D'ren or to S'kef, but shards if something about this didn't feel right. Ali didn't even like  T'shiro! It was just fucked up, plain and simple. He scowled, he huffed, but in the end, the stupid kid was right.  If Ali pitched a fit now, he'd only be making himself a target. It was a position he'd been trapped in for most of his life, and it made him so angry now that he could feel his hands shaking.

"Fine," he snarled, setting his jaw and turning to huff away, pushing past Isscer and various other people on his way to the back of the crowd. He would not watch this. Hhe may not be able to do anything, but he would not watch it. S'kef could fuck himself and die, and so could all of his supporters. Why were so many people pleased to see the conclusion of his witch hunt? Did they long for a victim, any victim so they could move on? Maybe someone stronger would come along and at least make their presence known, someone like B'run or M'bal..but A'liran knew when he was outmatched, even if he didn't like it.

As he walked, he caught sight of D'hys. He paused for a moment and shot a glance at the bluerider, making brief eye contact that for all he knew, D'hys may not have even noticed. For a moment, A'liran wanted to run to him for comfort, but D'hys just wasn't that kind of guy. Neither of them wanted their friendship (friendship?) to be too public. D'hys in particular didn't care for attachment and didn't want to look weak for the public at large, and Ali was content with that arrangement. No, they didn't need to meet now. Perhaps later Ali would seek the bluerider out for ranting and the general venting of frustration, but not now...not with so many eyes on them, and with A'liran's emotions so raw.

I'll see you later he promised silently before continuing to huff along.  He didn't know if Isscer was following him or not, and if he was, perhaps he'd get chewed out some more, or perhaps he'd be thanked. Ali hadn't decided yet.

Astoreth sighed lightly. Thank you she whispered to Zeianth. He wants to see D'hys later. You know how they are she said, relieved and exhausted.

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Oahvakeen had heard rumors that some of the weyrfolk were going to purposely do something else instead of attend the execution. He felt divided between attending things he felt were mandatory and escaping the slaughter of a human being. He felt disgusted that more talk was made of the man's dragon than the man himself ; shouldn't a human, one of them, have upmost sympathy? If nothing else, he should at least attend the funeral, of sorts, out of respect for a life.

He had arrived late, having been busy with his crafthall. Of course, he had purposely made himself late, wanting to skip the pleasantries and waiting and get to the meat and potatoes of the event, so he could quickly go home. He wasn't exactly an appetizer and desert kind of guy.

He stood in the back and noted the faces there. He was silent, not wanting to be noticed, but merely noted. He had come, and thus done his civic duty. Now when would he be able to get the heck out of here? He shifted his weight, anxious to leave, and unhappy about the proceedings merely on principle.

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In the back of the crowd, M'din stood with his large feet planted firmly on the ground, arms akimbo, as if his stance gave him strength. He felt the buzzing tension swirl around him as the candlemarks passed, broken by angry shouts and conspiratorial mutters, ever grateful for his steady connection to Armath. Perched nearby, his dragon's mind whirled, but his emotions did not show in his easy, slouched posture. To the others, Armath would appear relaxed, even bored. M'din squinted his brown eyes at S'kef, his closest approximation to a glare, and scratched at his thick beard. While he did not trust the Weyrleader, he did not believe he was capable of murdering an innocent rider. That being said, he was unsure of T'shiro's guilt in the first place. There was something akin to a motive, yet a simple announcement of T'shiro's attempt on D'ren's life should not be enough to execute a man without a proper investigation. There was no evidence.

You read people better than I do, Armath. What do you feel?

I think killing this man is a huge mistake. We can not afford to lose riders and dragons like this. His tone was strained and final.

M'din glanced upward at his dragon in surprise, You sound so certain of T'shiro's innocence.

If I'd proof he was faultless we would have stopped this clusterfuck long ago. I cannot disprove this accusation, but our uncertainty of T'shiro's guilt speaks volumes. Even from a distance, M'din could see the tightness in his dragon's strong jaw.

He tore his gaze away from his brown and settled back on S'kef, a far from pleasurable visual experience. How could a leader make the decision to end a person's life when there were no facts to justify it? Armath did not respond. Thinking of the barren cold of between made M'din shiver sympathetically for T'shiro. He imagined it would feel like drowning in icy water, unable to breathe, unable to see. Lonely and weak and desperate for salvation when none would come. He did not wish that death on anyone.

He cracked his knuckles loudly, startling those around him. He did not notice their stony glances. This was not how it should be at Katila. For all of its struggles and problems, this Weyr deserved better than a mindless execution. M'din had been surrounded by so much death that he could not bear to lose another person, even a stranger like T'shiro. Let sicknesses and accidents claim the lives of these men and women, not their Weyrleader. Certainly, these sorts of decisions were above M'din's head, but a question lingered like an impossible itch to scratch.

He looked at the accused bronzerider, a man potentially innocent of the crimes they claimed he committed. Shouldn't a leader protect his people?

Armath murmured, voice raw with bitterness, I see no leader before me. Wearily, M'din agreed, eyes set sadly on his Weyrleader.

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R’nya took the rolled parchment from S’kef with great dignity, turning to face the crowd and waiting patiently as the murmuring quietened. The greenrider had been escorted away and while some dragons were rustling unhappily and there was still murmuring from riders, R’nya decided there was no point in delaying the event for any longer. Stepping forward another step to recall attention upon himself, the bronzerider unrolled the parchment and began to read off the very straightforward terms.

In far fewer words, R’nya explained that with the evidence gathered following the event, in which the life of the previous Weyrleader, bronzerider D’ren was threatened, a selective group of riders had been compiled, too review the compiled evidence and a guilty party was discovered. An interview had sealed the deal, and as a response, the event of that day had come about. In response, bronzerider T’shiro of his dragon Crucluith would be condemned to death, via between. The execution would be carried out by the current Weyrleader, S’kef, and his dragon brown Tyrrisath.

A short pause was allowed as R’nya finished reading off the fine script and then nodded once, stepping back to stand beside, and slightly behind, the Weyrleader. As ever, R’nya’s face was an expressionless mask; whatever the bronzerider thought of the events he was partaking in, was beyond visibility. Xyreith, for his part, was sitting on his hind legs and glaring threateningly at the elder bronze dragon, prepared to do whatever was required of him to keep the other dragon in order. Several other bronzes in S’kef’s allegiance were alongside him, their combined minds assisting with the control of the guilty man’s beast.

The sudden shriek of a dragon caused more than a few within the gathering to shriek or jump in response, and R’nya’s head snapped in the direction from which the sound had come, as the rider came striding forward, bellowing.

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Peorray wasn't easy to knock off her feet, so it was with some surprise that she stumbled back in the wake of Tsuen's passage before catching her balance. Of course, that reaction could also be simple self-preservation-  the Weyrwoman's shrieks were deafening and spine-chillingly wrong in a way that had the gold candidate's stomach twisting anxiously. The woman looked wild and out of control. Who wouldn't automatically move away from that?

She turned to keep her eyes on Tsuen, shifting from foot to foot as her body demanded action, to make the trouble stop, and her mind tried to overrule it. At this point, the woman was beyond reason. And if she needed physically subdued, that was nothing the men around her couldn't do. She'd disappointed R'nya just be being here and she could just imagine his reaction should she try to intervene and get hurt in the process.

And to think she'd just begun thinking that this execution wouldn't be so bad as she'd thought. A man would die, yes, and there was the keen of his poor beast to brace for, but a drop Between was a relatively clean death compared to-

a knife in the ribs, blood pouring out... Peorray stilled abruptly as two thoughts tried to entangle, her expression blank and mouth pressed into a grim line. Between the grief and her kidnapping, she hadn't had much time to dwell on the man who'd killed Dederon. But there had definitely been anger there, at the person who'd taken a beloved husband away. Would she have shown Tsuen's emotion if she'd had to meet the bastard? Be shrieking for his blood?

Probably yes. But she rather thought there'd have been friends and family enough around to stop her until the feeling passed, and would have been grateful for it. But who did the Weyrwoman of Katila have to do the same for her now?

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B'run watched the events unfold like a dragon stalking a wherry.

He kept his distance, lurking near the back of the crowd, though spotting the shirtless man with a back like a plowed field wasn't difficult. He was tall enough to stand out, thin enough to raise worry and battered enough to keep people at arm's length. His hair was pulled back in a neat knot and his pants looked freshly washed. He'd cleaned up, in a way, though it didn't help him look any more welcoming. Olemuth loomed near the other dragons, making his presence known but being far quieter than the last time the pair had been in public together.

B'run's fair of fire lizards swooped and darted around him. Only the gold, Lovely, had the gall to rest on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck gently and being careful not to dig her claws into his bare flesh. The others soared overhead, occasionally dropping down to search the crowd for people they knew. Darting back, they'd quietly relay the images of the people they'd found. A'liran was a repeated one, but they all knew and adored the greenrider for which one of them was named.

When voices rose up, he shifted his attention to those crying out, frowning at A'liran and letting the crowd move around him as he fell farther back, summoning his fair to him. He drifted back, away from the crowd and watched as their attention shifted from person to person. He kept quiet, frown deepening. He didn't approve of this. He didn't approve of the attack on D'ren, either, but life was life. It shouldn't be squandered. Especially the life of a dragon.

B'run's gaze shifted to Tsuen as she cried for the man's blood. On one hand, he could understand it. It was human nature to want revenge. To want a punishment for something considered wrong. His back stung, a quiet reminder that he'd been punished for standing up against what he felt was wrong. His scowl grew more obvious but, fortunately, the people that saw him would likely chalk it up to his normal expression.

Some part of him wanted to go to Tsuen and calm the woman. He was a bronzerider, he had some level of responsibility to offer comfort to goldriders, to protect them. But he stood where he was, eyes moving over the crowd again. If someone wanted him to, he'd move. Until then the rest of the damned population could move around him.

Mostly he stood still and quiet. He didn't intend to speak up, he had other plans, other things to worry over. Stopping an execution wasn't one of them. This man would not have been an ally anyway, and if B'run did succeed in saving his life it would do no good for he wouldn't be trusted and would be watched like a hawk, not that B'run wasn't already.

No, stepping up would accomplish nothing. So, he stayed put, stayed quiet and kept his head down for the time being.

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D’hys hadn’t been looking directly at A’liran but his gaze was close enough that when he saw the greenrider looking around, he gave a casual turn of his head to see what the man was up to now. As they caught sight of each other, it took a little extra work to keep a smirk from appearing. It looked as if A’liran wanted to run to him for whatever reason but he both thought better of it and that random kid was still making a good warden. D’hys knew he would have been the best for keeping such a wild greenrider in line but he didn’t trouble himself right then to continue proving it. A’liran was under control for a while longer and from what Zeianth relayed to him, he’d have a chance later that evening to reaffirm his domineering position.

I told him of the desire to meet and D’hys may even allow it to happen. You know how they are. Zeianth echoed Astoreth’s phrasing, not so much mocking her but stating that it was a game on both ends and A’liran had better be prepared for not getting what he wanted just in case. As with D’hys, the icy blue dragon’s attention turned to R’nya as the execution seemed to finally be on its way but the presence of Nirinath stole his attention and Zeianth looked around for her but instead caught sight of Tsuen when the woman bellowed and stole D’hys’ attention as well.

What was she was doing? D’hys knew the importance of goldriders, just as everyone else did; they were needed for the survival of the dragons but that didn’t mean it gave the rider the right to storm her way into what was clearly a man’s business. He would have chuckled at R’nya getting shoved aside in surprise if it wasn’t for his own surprise over the event. He stood there a moment before realizing she was clinging to S’kef in desperation before pushing through the crowd again. There wasn’t a need for him to do anything, especially since he had already made note of the bronzeriders around the stage that were clearly S’kef supporters and would intervene at the right nod or word but D’hys figured showing his usefulness wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Heads are so tacky, Weyrwoman. They’re not the sort of souvenir a lady of your status deserves, despite what it represents,” D’hys’ words were smooth and calm as he joined the group that had all eyes on them and easily linked his arm with one of Tsuen’s. He managed to do it the same time R’nya found himself again and joined in on the other side. D’hys purposely left his grip loose enough to show he wasn’t restraining the woman but he could easily tighten it and keep her from lashing out again if need be. He gave S’kef a look as he started to guide Tsuen off to the side – since he knew he wouldn’t get her to leave the Square – and suspected he’d be hearing from the brownrider soon enough. “But between you and Nirinath, you’ll be able to relive this moment over and over. That will last much longer.”


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Written By: SunsetWay
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In truth, V’ler would have been as far away as possible from the execution but his dedication to his craft kept him from leaving the Square. He needed a record of what happened and didn’t trust anyone else to document the events properly or in a neat hand that he could easily read later on. He did, however, send Veeth away. B’jin had of course asked if they would assist in shuttling the weyrlings to a quiet location for a day outside the weyr and while it had been tempting, V’ler offered only Veeth’s assistance and stated his duty to the quill and parchment came first this time. Veeth was too sweet to have to see any of this and while V’ler had improved on blocking thoughts from his dragon that liked to gossip so he hoped Larrikith and all the other pretty females would distract Veeth enough that any stray emotion he had when the execution happened would be overlooked.

Everything seemed so surreal from where V’ler had set up off to the side. He had dragged a chair outside to sit on and had a thin piece of wood on his lap to be used as the hard flat surface that was perfect for writing upon. Papers and ink were prepped and all V’ler had to do was remember to breathe and write down everything he saw from the various emotions in the crowd to the interaction between the accused and S’kef. V’ler didn’t have a true opinion on whether or not T’shiro was guilty. There was evidence supporting the claim but not everything was always as it seemed. He knew that from D’hys and Z’ia especially. Friendly guys in public but wild in bed. Anyone could have actually attacked D’ren and framed someone else since masks were so easily worn amongst the population. Either way, T’shiro was guilty and all would be well or he was innocent but the guilty party would back down and behave once more.

The most important thing to V’ler regarding the whole ordeal was that D’ren and Ronarth were fine. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the former Weyrleader but the man was nice enough to not want harm wished upon him. It was the sweet dragon V’ler was partial to. It would have been heartbreaking to lose that gentle giant though V’ler couldn’t stand losing any of the beasts. The shock of losing a classmate so early on was hard and not something the new bluerider wanted to experience again but there he was, up close and personal with the execution of a rider and subsequently a dragon. It was exactly that which made everything surreal. They needed all the dragons they had to help rebuild and repopulate, especially a strong bronze. Yet they were willingly killing him. It was nice seeing not everyone agreed with the idea and he would have voiced his opposition as well but V’ler knew examples had to be made if they wanted to keep any sort of order in the Weyr and not revert to barbarians.

While he had no idea what was said, a note was made regarding S’kef and T’shiro talking privately before the execution. If he was lucky, perhaps later on he could ask the brownrider what was said to have a complete log of events. It was unlikely and V’ler suspected anything could be said to him instead of the truth but it was still worth a shot. He made a little star next to that note to remind himself it was incomplete and needed following up on.

R'nya was as bland as dry toast as he read off the proclamation but V'ler wasn't surprised. He could barely remember the man's name most of the time which was a good sign of his entertainment levels. Still, V’ler wrote down what he could but again starred the passage to make sure he could get a copy of the statement from the bronzerider later on to have the exact wording. Everything seemed to go off script with the last word being read, however, when Tsuen appeared and demanded her own brand of justice. Green eyes were wide at the demand for T’shiro’s head but he wrote down her words, S’kef’s reaction, R’nya stumbling, and D’hys jumping in for whatever reason. His smooth-talking was noted and seemed to work well enough as the trio moved aside to stand not too far from where he sat. It was perfect and distracting. He could overhear any complaints Tsuen would have but there was the chance she would drown out official words.

Luckily, S’kef seemed to have enough and declared it to be the moment of action. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as he watched S’kef escort T’shiro over to Tyrrisath and the brown beast grab him. T’shiro said nothing though V’ler did note the way the man looked out into the crowd and seemed to stare at someone, possibly relaying a message through only the look or through Crucluith to a loved one or an ally. They would likely never know as the other person didn’t speak up right then which would have been the perfect time as a hush fell over the crowd.

In one erratic heartbeat, Tyrrisath vanished between and several long and tense seconds later, he returned, emptied handed. The silence didn’t last long after that as someone in the crowd started crying and Crucluith gave a bellow when he lost his connection to his bonded. V’ler found he couldn’t look away from the tormented bronze and just when he thought the bellow would never end, Crucluith went between to join his rider. The silence was deafening after the grief in that cry but V’ler couldn’t tell if he was relieved or terrified when the dragons began keening for their lost brother. Whatever the rider may have done, the dragon deserved their respect and the loss was felt.

He was shaking as the fear of being lost between like his classmate had been with a bad jump in practice and now T’shiro with being purposely dropped flared up and V’ler knew he was crying before he felt the tears sliding down his cheeks or saw the tear drops on his parchment as he looked down at it. I’m fine, Veeth, he quickly assured his dragon when Veeth started poking around for answers to the distress that clearly wasn’t hidden well enough. You keep enjoying yourself. I think everything here is wrapping up. I have more work to do after, so keep playing. He would need time to compose himself and time to get the missing information for his records. It was best that Veeth stayed where he could have fun and be useful.

Brushing away the tears, V’ler turned his full attention back to S’kef to see if anything else would be said either from or to him. Some of the crowd was already breaking up, glad to see justice served or upset at the loss, but some were still milling around and not every face was a satisfied one.

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Written By: ZZZ Archived
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S'kef emerged from the cold, vision blurry after what had been an unscomfortably long ride. Had it actually been longer than usual, or was he just paranoid? Some deep part of him half-expected T'shiro to try and drag him along after him, or perhaps to simply fall over the edge and vanish for no reason. Was it guilt?

Why shouldn't it be? T'shiro was innocent of everything except being insufferable. This was the sort of thing S'kef had never batted an eyelash at in theory, but as Tyrrisath slipped into the darkness, he found himself wondering for a split second if he actually had the guts to do it. S'kef had made his reputation and his career on being willing to do what others would not, on having no fear even when a sensible person had every reason to give pause. Was he still willing now, willing to go farther than he ever had before?

The flash of doubt was all it took to push him to rage. He imaged that he scowled, but it was so dark and cold that he has hardly sure that he was doing anything, or if he even existed. He'd pushed T'shiro off, right? Yes...he had. He and Tyrrisath were alone, and by the time they returned to the world of light, his anger had passed.

He opened his eyes and looked out across the crowd, still perched comfortably on Tyrrisath's neck. The dragon snorted, watching apprehensively as Crucluith burst out into his keening. As much as Tyrrisath supported his rider, he too felt the sting of lost kinship. S'kef dismounted and left Tyrrisath the join the chorus, walking towards the crowd and looking over them. In that moment, S'kef felt comfortable, and more legitimized than he ever had before...even if that moment made him dangerously vulnerable. He smiled subtly, but he dared not try to speak above the voices of the mourning dragons. Flit came to his shoulder and chirped sadly, confused as to how her bonded could be so happy and so relieved when something so terrible had just happened. He slowly lifted one hand and gave her a single slow caress.

"Everything is just fine now," he said distinct pleasure. He glanced towards Tsuen and, almost as if he'd forgotten they were in public, gave he woman a most wicked grin.

Maybe next time.

He watched as the crowd started to disperse. Pleased, he too turned to take his leave, but he didn't make it far before a dissenting voice caught his ear, almost drowned out by the crowd. He turned to see Emalore rudely clawing her way past a Brownrider C'vir, a look of indignation on the bluerider's face.

"You monster! she snarled at S'kef, standing stubbornly a few paces away from her. Ground Uhoroth S'kef silently ordered his dragon before taking a lazy step away. The nearby brownrider...he would do. "Will you please remove this girl from my presence? I suppose the heat is getting to the poor dear," he said, feigning concern with a sad frown and then walking away.

He needed to rest, and to think. Behind him, Tyrrisath turned his red eyes on Nirinath and finally replied to the sad words she's spoken earlier. If you are to apologize to anyone, apologize to Ronarth he said with only the barest respect before unfurling his wings and taking off.

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He was late.  And it was entirely Berruth's fault for attempting to refuse to come to the execution.  The contrite bronze shuffled behind him, apology in every line of his body.  T'rel hated forcing his dragon into anything, he got the feeling it chipped away at what little initiative and intelligence the beast had left, but it was for both of them that they were attending this.

Once again, the beast tried to break away from T'rel's control, this time when he saw Crucilith.  We're killing him!  No I won't...I won't...  The force T'rel had to use to get him to quiet up and behave made the dragon whine, but he obediently settled near the group guarding S'kef at last.   

He really truly wished the bronze hadn't become so delicate.  Creeling softly, Berruth shrunk into himself a bit, the bronze's eyes whirling a distressed orange.  T'rel ignored his distress.  He would forget all of this soon.  The dragon had a very bad memory.  T'rel was grateful for that much. 

A blue eye lingered on the condemned man, and then on his dragon.  T'rel through Berruth would help hold him, but hoped he wouldn't have to.  No.  I won't.  The dragon was ignored, T'rel coming to parade rest, face entirely too calm.

The weyr needed this.  Discipline, a show of force to to make those too stupid to behave see there would be consequences for their actions.  This would break the will of any stupid enough to try and rebel.  He just wished the weyrleader had made sure everyone had to see this.  Any who weren't strong enough had to be either female or green.  They could go between with T'shiro and the weyr would be all the better for it. 

Tsuen's entry was unsettlingly quick, Berruth's bark of alarm coming out before T'rel could hush him.  He was at the wrong angle to assist, so settled for making sure noone else came to mess this up until T'shiro was dead and S'kef was back.  For a moment, he felt the barest hint of a twinge, shame.  T'shiro was a problem, whether he was guilty or not, or he would be alive now, but he was still a rider.  The feeling was squashed.  This whole thing was probably some woman's fault or a green rider's.  When he found out who, he would make sure they paid for causing the death of a bronzerider.   

Berruth shuddered as Crucilith reacted, the bronze's anguish tearing at T'rel's mind until he slammed the beast out.  Only when the condemned man's dragon had winked between and the dragons keened did T'rel go to Berruth.  The beast pulled away from his pat, then sank into it with a low moan.  Clearly, T'rel had overestimated him.  With a gentleness he would have been enraged had anyone seen it, he addressed him.  "It's over, Berruth."  The dragon was still shaking, enough so that T'rel sighed and made a note to find Berruth a nice green to curl around tonight.  He would give them both nightmares if he wasn't distracted. 

He turned to leave, only pausing a second as Emalore reacted then going on his way, trusting the situation would be dealt with.  Berruth too would be dealt with once he was distracted.  For a moment T'rel looked out over the crowd, looking for Terken.  Not seeing him, he frowned, rage overtaking him.  He had told him to be there.  Where is he?

Berruth refused to tell him a moment, then relented.  His hut.  The canines are going nuts because of the keening.  Fury guided T'rel to Terken's hut, the anger at Berruth for his weakness and Terken for ignoring orders combining as T'rel went in search of his son.  There was more business to be done yet today.

Rough post...Why do I think gripping T'rel's going to be like holding a greased eel?

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Written By: ZZZ Archived
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L'te stayed in his room he didn't wanna watch this. It was horrible  to be killing another rider for the attempted death of another. Murder was murder wasn't it no matter who did it. Or even how just they felt they were.  But he guessed he could understand defending ones life in  a attack. But this was just a execution.  Worse the one to really suffer was going to be the mans dragon.  killing T'shiro would not change anything L'te did understand people were angry and D'ren's friends and family were out for blood. But by killing T'shiro were they not being just like the former.

It all just left a bad taste in the Blueriders mouth. It made him sick.  Teegarth was no better L'te could feel his stress about the whole thing. L'te wasn't sure he even believed T'shiro to be guilty or not. It was all a  man hunt and tempers ran high but was anyone sure that he was guilty. He had to trust they were he had to believe at least that fact that he was guilty of the crimes he was being murder for. That he did deserve this fate that feel upon him.

He felt Teegarth touch his mind. Whats done is done it cannot be undone L'te. Teegarth replied regretfully. I know Teegarth just wished  that i was sure. I'm just glad this blood is not on my hands. L'te glanced up at the ceiling before laying back on his bed. 

He wished he could drowned out the kneening when it started and he knew that it was over. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

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Nothing of note happened at Katila with attendant uproar, and C'vir had prepared himself accordingly.  Aliran's shouted protests -- taken care of quickly and without much fuss -- were promptly forgotten in the midst of Tsuen's tantrum, an unchecked outburst closely following R'nya's reading of the facts pertaining to the case. The Weyrwoman wanted blood, and, in some ways, C'vir couldn't blame her. A few shades short of sane though she may have been, her anger, at least, was reasonably justified. Her weyrmate had been poisoned and very nearly killed; had the tansy been any more effective, Katila would be mourning the loss of two bronzeriders.

From the periphery, Besulth offered his assessment. Her emotions are acceptable, but her public display is not. C'vir agreed; Tsuen's shrieking wouldn't do her in any favors in the eyes of a public already skeptical of her mental fitness. He glanced uncertainly at the seething woman as S'kef brushed her aside, recognizing the need to get her out of the way but hesitant to attempt to remove her himself.  The internal debate proved needless as D'hys deftly stepped in and guided Tsuen away from the platform, allowing the remainder of the unpleasant proceedings to continue uninterrupted.

C'vir kept his eyes on the crowd when S'kef disappeared between with T'shiro, coolly scanning the ranks of those gathered for signs of further trouble. Had there not been so many eyes staring back at him, he would've lowered his own -- a show of consideration for the guilty bronzerider's final moments. After an uncomfortably prolonged pause, Tyrissath and S'kef emerged, alone, to the unsettling din of keening dragons. The hairs on the back of the brownrider's neck rose, a physical response to the memories -- and the resultant emotions -- that accompanied the weyr's mourning cry.  The plague period and the first few disorganized turns of life in the south had ensured that he was no stranger to the singular, penetrating noise. It had marked his own father's death, and the deaths of many others; the sound would never fail to somber him significantly.

Absorbed in his own thoughts, he missed both S'kef's final remark and the disconcertingly triumphant smile he'd aimed at the weyrwoman along with it. Not the ideal time to let your thoughts wander, Besulth reprimanded him, bringing him back to the present in just enough time to register Emalore's determined approach. While the rest of the crowd started to dissipate, the bluerider made her presence known -- and her displeasure -- known.

As directed, C'vir took the few steps necessary to fulfill the weyrleader's dictates. He took a final glance at S'kef's receding back before turning to face Emalore, placing a firm but gentle hand around her arm directly above the elbow. "It's done," he stated levelly, as much to himself as to the woman. "And you're lucky that the weyrleader is distracted. Spare yourself a lashing and go home." S'kef had given the distinct impression that he was done meting out punishments for the day; that didn't mean he wouldn't remember the female bluerider's outcry in the future. He means well, Besulth added privately to the grounded Uhorth. He would not wish harm to come to your rider.

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