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Post by Bellatora on Jun 24, 2012 17:42:50 GMT -4
It's true, we're all a little insane.
But it's so clear,
Now that I'm unchained. The stars rose high in the night sky, a moon looking over a Weyr who was in motion, a gold, uncontrollable and alone in the middle of the Weyrbowl, wanting desperately to get into the Infirmary. She was sitting there, at the entrance to the lower caverns, hissing at any who dared to pass by and get between her and the opening. Anyone was going to be fair game to her. She hissed and snapped, her tail trashing back and forth in her agitation. This was an eternity. She could only just feel hers. Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds
but it's taking over all the time. The tunnels were cold and damp. She felt a shiver, her arms wrapping around herself. A dirt streaked face of a little girl looked at the world with scared eyes that only barely showed her the color around her due to the reflections of light. The deepest chills surrounded her. She was crying again. She was wet and damp... She couldn't get out. And she hurt. Her legs hurt. Her arms. Where was she? She could not remember. The young child was lost and stuck. And afraid. Very afraid.You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me.
Don't deny sweet sacrifice.
Izanycorth lay down finally, though her tone was grayer... as if she felt illness as well. And that she did. Please.... mine... The great queen Izanycorth whimpered. She whimpered and cried. And was afraid... but dare anyone to speak to her... she was still as vicious, though tired... and seemed to be fading quickly. Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you
I am nothing more then to saviour of that
And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn Iirla's chest rose suddenly and she sputtered, her eyes opening. The world was incoherent, a blur. She swallowed thickly and breathed again, her throat feeling tight. "I-iz..." it was a whisper. But she was aware of the Queen who crooned ever so softly from where she sat, waiting. She was quiet. So quiet. Iirla did not move. She couldn't. She ached everywhere. She felt like she would break if she moved. She closed her eyes again. It hurt to look at anything... Somehow I know that we can't wake again from this dream
It's not real, but it's ours
Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn
Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn She opened her eyes again slowly, though they did not open all at once like people so often envision. In the creche... a young woman held the Weyrwoman's daughter who was crying in want of her mother... the woman bounced from foot to foot on the balls of her feet and tried to console the baby... Perhaps... some food would calm her. |
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Post by Akira on Jun 24, 2012 18:14:28 GMT -4
R’as didn’t know what was going on, he had never experienced something like this before. Virath crooned softly as he followed his rider to the entrance to the Infirmary. For once the daydreaming ebony was silent, and his rider was very glad for his silent companionship. The young man carefully avoided the upset gold as he made his way down to where his adopted sister was in the Infirmary. Virath crooned softly as he carefully approached Izanycorth. He made sure to keep well enough away so as not to upset her further. R’as quietly knocked on the Infirmary door and went in to sit beside his sister’s bed. He wasn’t sure what to say or do. Hey Iirla, it’s just me, R’as. I just wanted to say thank you for believing and trusting me when no one else would. He sounded like he was about ready to cry.
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Post by Bellatora on Jun 24, 2012 19:12:10 GMT -4
Iirla swallowed again and turned her eyes slowly to look to the side of her bed, the faintest smile taking form on her lips. But otherwise... she remained motionless. "R-R'as...." she said softly her voice cracking. She turned her hand over slowly and reached, despite how heavy her limbs felt, towards him, as if to take his hand. "Come... to see... me off...?"
She didn't look scared or sad... just tired. She didn't think this was going to end with her waking up in the morning. She knew Iz didn't believe it either. The gold had all of a sudden become incredibly quiet.... almost deathly silent as it were. There was a chill over the Weyr.
A low growling purr could be heard emanating from the Weyrqueen's jaws. The little ebony was wise to keep a safe distance from her jaws. She was angry. adn that was that. She would be angry and irritable... and scared.
((short... sorry))
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Post by Wish on Jun 24, 2012 19:37:15 GMT -4
The green didn't say a word to the mourning gold, to do so would be just plain stupid, and though Avirith was somewhat ditzy at times, she wasn't that bad. No, Izanycorth needed silence, because the decision to be made was one only she and her rider could make together. No one else could decide for them, and that was something all dragons understood on some level, most even more so than their riders.
Alyara for instance was sitting nearby the Goldrider, having been watching the woman's sleeping body fitfully toss and turn whenever it even managed that much energy and strength. Iirla had always been frail of the body, though strong of heart and mind. She got sick frequently, and it only had worsened with the stress of being Trelis' only Goldrider and then the birth of her child. The greenrider shook her head, her hand falling into her lap as she bit back tears.
When the sudden breath and then slower waking of Iirla brought her from her thoughts though, Ara looked up in time to see R'as enter the infirmary and go to the rider's side. She couldn't do anything, she could only show that she was there. Ara knew if she talked now, that's saying if she could even form the right words, they would only start the tears that had been so far kept at bay. She didn't know what would happen next, and despite the odds she hoped the Weyrwoman would pull through.
She knew it was useless hoping that though. Trelis Weyr would not just be without a Weyrwoman this time, they would be entirely without a Queen.
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Post by jovia on Jun 24, 2012 20:30:32 GMT -4
Linda of course didn't think something like this could happen, wasn't this Senior Weyrwoman the only gold rider at the Weyr? Wasn't she fully healthy the last time she saw her? Well even if she was, it was different now as she lay there in what seemed to be dying. Linda didn't know if there was anything she could do to help, she did better with outside wounds and broken bones... not illness though who really did? Was there some way they could do something even if they knew though? Question after question went through her mind, she couldn't even ask her siblings about anything either as well.
The young candidate healer just stayed back away from the people who were around Iirla, more so against the back of the wall as she now stared down. Upon seeing the gold and how she looked in the Weyrbowl.. It was a pain just trying to get into the Infirmary to see what was going on. But what could she do while she was here inside with the other humans? A frown went across her face before she looked towards the entrance again... So many people were here for Iirla but what about Izanycorth? .... Maybe they would like a reunion before.... Linda shook her head as she tried to dismiss the thoughts that threatened to bubble up to the surface.
"Maybe.... we can try to open up the doorway enough for possibly... Izanycorth to look in on her?" Linda's normally blunt and loud voice was as soft as she could, not wanting to interrupt anyone or cause a scene. Maybe nobody would even notice or hear her but she wanted to try to suggest it at least. Hana herself was curled up on her shoulder, silent as well while she had wrapped her tail around Linda's neck. The rest of the fair was long gone along with her Huntyres too, making sure not to show up too much just in case so many caused problems... But now more then ever Linda felt their absence acutely as she wished that if they were there they could stop bad things from happening...
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Post by Zirin on Jun 24, 2012 20:52:27 GMT -4
He was tired, exhausted, run down. Since the birth of his baby girl, J'dol had been slowly getting used to long sleepless nights and work-heavy days. Tipsy had proven to be a lot of help; he had even taken on a rather protective role for the child, but even still, J'dol felt like he hadn't had a good rest in a while. Today, he had convinced Ara to leave him with the babe so he could try to get a few moments of shut eye while Jarali slept. He had passed out almost instantly.
Now though, he had been woken from his nap with a rather chilling message from Kayath. The topaz was resting on a ledge not far from where Izanycorth lay, but for once she was being silent. She didn't try to fight or annoy the gold for once, instead just offering up a supportive croon now and again. She dare not get too close.
J'dol, hummed quietly as he strode down the corridor, doing his best to keep Jarali asleep. He had considered getting someone to watch her while he went to the infirmary, but his protective streak wouldn't let him. Finally, he made it to the door, peered around the frame, and stepped in quietly, moving to Iirla's side. He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Hey there beautiful..." He spoke softly, quietly, but he forced himself to smile down at her. His eyes betrayed him though, showing the sadness in their depths even as he continued to speak. "Make sure you get lots of rest okay? You still owe me that lunch date." He was trying to keep the mood light, but even J'dol knew it was impossible right now. He glanced up at Ara as he cuddled Jarali closer, wondering if things were as bad as he feared.
Of all the dragonpairs to show up in support of their Weyrwoman, C'yin and his little blue Jalith were probably a bit of a surprise. The pair were normally too preoccupied staring up at the sky or speaking quietly to eachother to notice what was going on around them. Jalith himself had proven to be the kind to normally sit around and follow his rider around. Today, however, the rolls had been reversed. Near her is where I must be this day. It is my duty. was all the dragonet had said before stepping out into the weyrbowl, C'yin following quietly. Somehow, the pair knew there was something they had to do.
Neither spoke as they approached Izanycorth, giving Jalith's damn ample space. They sat down, side by side, and looked up at her for a short while before both pairs of eyes glanced to the sky. For C'yin, it was merely a force of habit. For Jalith, it was as if he was looking for something. Together, the pair would wait and see what would become of the gold. Jalith felt it was his responsibility to watch her passing, if that was to be her fate this day.
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Post by Zero on Jun 25, 2012 1:15:03 GMT -4
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
The normally quiet and reserved Weyrleader could be heard bellowing down the hall as he stormed through the dimly lit halls. Woe be it to anyone who happened to cross his set path, already one unfortunate rider had been shoved out of the way and the records they had held went flying.
He should have been here, he should have never let her out of his sight. Dammit! Why did he have to lead the patrols today of all days? His stubbornness had finally become his undoing.
"I said MOVE!" Practically growling now, Vl'kan practically knocked the healer, that had tried to keep him from entering, to the floor. They probably thought he was going to create more chaos. They were right of course. Shoulders heaving with the mix of pent up rage and complete heartbreak, the garnetrider stopped for a moment in the center of the room and surveyed those gathered through narrowed, green eyes. He said nothing, as if this was somehow all their faults.
Then...well then his eyes finally fell to the figure lying on the bed and all at once his hardened exterior came crumbling down. His shoulders sagged and his face dropped, the man nearly fell to his knees then and there. He pressed onwards though. As he drew closer and neared her bedside one could make out the jagged tracks his earlier tears had carved out on his sweat and dirt smudged face. He couldn't remember the last time he saw her looking so...frail and tiny. Finally the man hit his knees at her side and shakily extended a quivering hand to gently caress her cheek, absolutely terrified he was going to hurt her even more. "Don't leave. Don't you dare leave me now..."
Up on the weyrheights, the crimson Weyrking could be heard pitching his own fit. Feeding off the turmoil of emotions he was getting from his rider, Thormyth roared and bellowed, tearing up rock and cutting the sky and melting stone with the occasional burst of flames.
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Post by Akira on Jun 25, 2012 1:41:14 GMT -4
A small, sad smile spread R’as’s lips as his sister looked and smiled at him. He gently took Iirla’s weak hand in his own, and looking down at them he saw just how pale she really looked. Or had she always looked that way compared to him? Come on, you can’t leave now. His words were a choked back sob, but he lowered his head and fought back the tears that threatened to spill out when he saw just how tired his big sister looked. Yeah, and Virath is outside with Izanycorth too. We’re all here for you sis. He smiled and gently patted Iirla’s hand as he spoke, trying to sound calm and casual, as if she wasn’t actually dying, and that they were just saying goodnight to each other. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know the truth of what was going on.
The young ebony rider looked over at Alyara, looking to her for guidance. R’as had never experienced death like this before, no one in his family had ever died before. It was almost too much to bare, and the tears started to slip past his grasp as he looked down at the weak hand that he held in his own suntanned hands. He looked up at Linda when she spoke about opening up the doorway for Izanycorth, he smiled slightly at that. But he knew that it wouldn’t happen, the doorway was made of stone. At least it seemed there would be plenty of distractions to help keep him from breaking down and crying. He looked up as J’dol walked in carrying his own daughter. R’as wasn’t sure that bringing the child there was a good idea, but he figured the topaz rider was just trying to cheer up Iirla.
R’as heard Vl’kan coming long before he saw the garnet rider that was Iirla’s weyrmate. He scowled slightly as the Weyrleader knocked down the healer, and then practically glared at everyone that had gathered at Iirla’s bedside. He couldn’t blame the poor man for wanting someone to blame though, he himself had wanted to tear down the Weyr, as if that would have helped things though. See sis, even Vl’kan came. The poor nineteen turn old boy took one of his hands away from his sister’s, and wiped his eyes, trying to hide the tears from Iirla. He had to be strong, he needed to be strong, for her, for his sister. He choked back a couple more sobs before finally clutching Iirla’s frail hand in both of his once again. He would hold her hand for as long as she, and her mate, would let him.
Virath crooned softly, sadly, as he lay down by Izanycorth. He was still well away from her, giving her plenty of space so as not to upset her any further. The large gold dragon was quiet, and the typically happy ebony was scared. He felt the feelings of his rider, but was so confused that he didn’t know what to do. Mine’s Sister’s Izanycorth, maybe we can play together again someday? He wasn’t trying to make things worse, instead the little ebony was trying to cheer the larger gold up, just as His was trying to cheer up the Weyrwoman. He lifted his little black head when he heard the Weyrking start to pitch his own temper tantrum. At least he wasn’t alone in staying by Izanycorth’s side though. He crooned a soft greeting to Jalith and his rider when he saw them standing on the other side of the gold.
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Post by Bellatora on Jun 26, 2012 0:16:18 GMT -4
I saw you yesterday
I didn't know that it would be the last time
You said my name
You walked away
A moment's lost but never once forgotten
Iirla very gently squeezed her brother's fingers. "I'm sorry..." J'dol was not long in coming with his child. She felt a pang. Her daughter would be left... without a mother. "J'dol..." Her smile was soft. However... her face contorted in pain for a moment and her eyes closed. She looked back at R'as. "You all... will see me off..." She heard Vl'kan and her heart lurched, making her head pound. Faranth... Her weyrmate... her weyrmate was hurting. And hsi words... his words made her heart wrench. "I don't... want to... Take care of Kiira... please, Vl'kan...?" her words were soft and choked. This was the one thing that made her feel weak as death approached ever sooner and ever closer. Bring her to me... please... It's nearly time...Iirla bit her lip as she summoned what strength she had to run a hand over Vl'kan's cheek for the briefest moment... her breathing was becoming much more labored for a long moment.... her breaths quick... almost panting. Soon they were faint puffs of air. She closed her eyes tiredly and took in a deep breath and let it out slowly... and another... her hand went limp.. She no longer clutched the hand of her brother. She could not hold her hand up, honestly... she had no strength for some time. She went still as the breath hissed out of her slowly and she became absolute stillness. They hadn't gotten her to Izanycorth... but her passing would be well marked as the queen reared up with a horrid kreening, high, deep, heart wrenching. There were no words. She was simply... leaving. As she must. As Iirla had left.... But she was without her beloved Rider. She could not stay... She could not... This was... goodbye. In this world you tried
Not leaving me alone behind
There's no other way
I prayed to the Gods, let him stay
The memories ease the pain inside
Now I know why
All of my memories keep you near
In silent moments, imagine you'd be here
All of my memories keep you near
Your silent whispers, silent tears Abidail still held the child as she approached the door and peaked it... It seemed that she was too late. The Weyrwoman, this little girl's mother... was already gone... "I'm sorry... little one." |
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Post by Wish on Jun 26, 2012 11:58:03 GMT -4
Alyara couldn't look at Iirla anymore. She couldn't see that still body, the thing that no longer was Iirla and yet was all at once. She took her child from J'dol, Jarali crying as dragons across the Weyr started keening in grief, riders running in and standing at the entrance to the infirmary to see if it were true. They had just lost their Weyrwoman, they had lost a friend. Nuzzling her face into the curve of J'dol's neck, the rider hid her tears, unable to fully comprehend what it meant and yet unable to get away from the truth.
Why did she have to go too now? So many had left or had died, when was it going to be enough? She felt like screaming, she felt like doing anything but trying to be silent, and yet despite the hot tears carving paths down her cheeks, Ara couldn't make a single sound. Avirith however made it for her, a sharp keen rising as she joined her fellow dragons in their parting song as Izanycorth rose into the air and then followed her rider between. They were lost for now, and Ara didn't know how they were going to get out of this one. Eventually the Weyr Council would send another Weyrwoman, or two. For now, they were in J'dol's hands, and D'tri since Saekath was too young and it pushed out Iro'ris then.
That was to be discussed and acknowledged at another time, the thought had barely registered in Ara's mind, she hurt too badly for it to. In her arms Jarali squirmed, a gurgling cry making Ara step away from her weyrmate for a moment and cradle her child closer, careful not to hurt the baby girl.....baby girl. "Kiira..." It was faint whisper, one she said to J'dol, her eyes looking around for the child. Where was Iirla and Vl'kan's baby, it would need someone...surely Vl'kan couldn't provide everything for it alone, and right now that thought was easier to focus on than the fact that Iirla was gone. Yes, focus on the child, that kept her from shaking, it kept her from breaking down.
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Post by Zirin on Jun 26, 2012 21:52:58 GMT -4
J'dol smiled down at Iirla as she spoke his name, feeling as if she was trying to tell him something, what though, he wasn't quite sure. All he could do was lean down to press a kiss to her forehead, a silent show of the love he felt for her, as brief as their friendship had been. He stepped to the side, making sure there was plenty of room for others.
He wouldn't cry, in fact his face was the picture of stone; his jaw firmly set as he placed a hand gently on Ara's head, trying to comfort her but unable to say the words to do so. iirla had always tried to be so strong, the least he could do was return the favor. The feeble mention of her own daughter, however, made his brow furrow and a sorrow show in his eyes. Ara seemed to share his train of thought and without a moment's hesitation he gave a brief nod. Kiira would not lack for anything; what Vl'kan could not provide, he and Ara would. He looked at Vl'kan, hoping the man would understand that he was not alone. His eyes closed a moment later as he heard Kayath's voice join the others who keened for their queen.
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Post by Zero on Jun 26, 2012 22:57:10 GMT -4
And just like that, she was gone. His one light in a world he had hated for so long had gone out and just when they had finally begun to live their lives…together. Vl’kan bowed his head, his forehead resting against the still hand that had so recently, and weakly, caressed his cheek, as his body shuddered in silent sobs. He was alone, again, and it wasn’t fair. Why must everyone else get the storybook ending? Where was his cheerful harpers tale? Alas, for him it seemed it just wasn’t meant to be.
Her final words to him echoed softly in his mind. ’Take care of Kiira...’ That’s right, their daughter-his daughter… She still needed him, but could he stand by and watch the young child grow into, what could be, the spinning image of her mother? Lifting his head from the bed, the garnetrider looked from the now lifeless form of his mate and over his shoulder to the doorway where a drudge was holding his daughter. Yes, yes…he would stay, if only for her. Though for right now, he needed time and space.
Glancing around the room, the now former Weyrleader took note of who surrounded him and the bed. His bloodshot eyes settled on J’dol for a moment. Well, the other man was in charge now, and if he didn’t know he would soon enough. A moment of silence later and Vl’kan finally rose from his knees, hastily dragging the back of his hand across his eyes to catch the still falling tears, and slowly dragged himself to the door. He paused in front of the young woman holding his child and placed a soft kiss into Kiira’s dark hair and then he stepped out into the crowded hall and vanished towards his weyr. If anyone needed him they would know where to find him, not that anyone would actually need him, there were no illusions there at least.
Even the fearsome Thormyth ended up bowing his head, his fit of rage seemingly over for now, as he added his own mournful keen to the swirling mix of dragon voices. The garnetking then proceeded to lay his head upon massive claws and sent silent, mental nudges to his Rider, urging the broken man to seek him out. Naturally the man would comply, he desperately needed the quiet, protective form of his life-mate right now...
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