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[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

3075.08.02 | Mid afternoon | WeyrBowl

T’ruk had been waiting for T’vax since he’d finished breakfast that morning. The Chrome rider had said that he would meet T’ruk in the dining hall; he’d never been late before, was always, at the absolute latest, exactly on time, but the hours had come and the hours had gone, and T’vax had never shown. Azeriuth had pointed out that something had probably come up, that perhaps a higher ranked rider had needed something delivered, or that perhaps he had had to go to practice early, but T’ruk wanted to make sure.

Stepping out into the WeyrBowl, T’ruk glanced around. He needed someone who… there! If anyone knew, Korvalia, or rather, her dragon Korinath, would.

“Hey, Korvalia!” he called, darting across the Bowl to her. “Do you know where T’vax is? He was supposed to meet me a few hours ago, and he hasn’t shown.”

Azeriuth had flown out to settle in the Bowl near T’rukHis. He didn’t like being separated from his rider for long, and T’ruk drew strength from his presence. He furled his wings and looked around, enjoying the feel of the sun on his dark hide.

Azeriuth, could you try and reach T’vaxMine? I cannot hear him or even feel him.

Certainly Slinesteth, Azeriuth replied. He was puzzled. T’vax had one of the strongest mental voices of any human Azeriuth had encountered, and it gave him a long reception reach as well. It should have been nearly impossible to stop Slinesteth from reaching him, but his own voice was slightly stronger than Slinesteth’s so if T’vax were just outside of range…

T’vax! Azeriuth shouted, reaching as far as he could, hunting for anything that felt like T’vax, only to come up blank.

T’rukMine, T’vax is outside of communication range.

T’ruk paled. Unlike on the typical pale skin of the north, it really showed, reducing his honey-brown skin to a sickly off-white. As far as he knew, they had never been able to find the end of T’vax’s range of communication, something about being able to hear all the dragons making him able to hear them from farther away, even though he hadn’t been bonded long.

“Azeriuth says that he can’t reach T’vax,” T’ruk said, eyes widening, not realizing that he’d spoken aloud.

[Cait]

Korvalia had taken to fully fledge riderhood about as well as she had weyrling hood. Being a straightforward, dedicated sort she'd dilligently attended drills with her new wing and Korinath had quickly made friends with every last one of the dragons. Korvalia, however, had found it more difficult to branch out and make more friends amongst the dragonriders. Mostly she found it difficult to ignore things like cross-impressed riders and much of the time she found she'd much prefer to be in an administrative position than a fighting one. In all honesty, had she never ended up Impressing she would've been on the fast track to Headwoman's assitant. Now she wasn't sure what she was going to do.

These were the things she pondered on her afternoon off while oiling her dragon's sensitive hide after she'd finished scrubbing it. Pretty and Croony were helping and though she'd been so adamant that she not take care of them, naturally she'd wound up caring for them and had actually grown fond of the little sunlance-black and her mild and gentle demeanor. Pretty, however, was entirely Korinath's monster and if every there was a creature as proportionately vain as the Moonlight was nosy, it was the little Black. If she went anywhere she strutted and she could never just sit without striking a pose meant to draw attention. Korvalia had nothing to do with her aside from the ocassional bath or oiling, the little thing shared kills with Korinath and was rarely apart from her, basking in the attention that the Moonlight garnered from the other dragons.

It was to Croony gently scolding Korvalia for getting lost in gloomy thought that T'ruk arrived and the young blonde woman blinked as she turned watch him jogg towards her. She'd never thought she'd like the boy, especially given that he'd Impressed a controversial Silverlight, but the dragon had been a male and therefore not entirely bad. Besides, he'd been a good kitchen helper before Impression and still seemed to have a good head on his shoulder. Slipping the oiling brush back into the bucket of oil, Korvalia frowned. T'vax; he was the one with the Chrome that always seemed to be up to something with that wild-haired girl with the big mouth. "No, I haven't seen him."

Ever the one for juicy information, Korinath's head swung around and she fixed one slowly whirling eye on the two, the forked tip of her tail twitching slightly. Pretty had of course struck a rather majestic pose on top of the dragon's head and became perturbed when no one looked at her. Croony glided down and settled silently on Korvalia's shoulder, her pale yellow head blending in uncanily with the woman's hair though her black belly stood out quite well. "What do you mean, can't reach him? What about Slinesteth or Niekolgoth?"

Niekolgoth is hiding in Slinesteth's weyr and he will not speak, Korvalia. He's in one of his moods again but it's different. Slinesteth is upset as well. Can anyone find the other one? Davquil? Ooooh have they gone missing? They have haven't they?[/b]

Korvalia blinked and looked over her shoulder at the Moonlight and before she could stop her the damn dragon had sent out a general distress call to any dragon within range. Two dragonriders missing, cannot be located by any familiar dragon. And promptly began to chat up the watch dragons, looking for any bit of information she could get. If anyone was going to figure out what had happened to them, it was going to be her...and then she was going to tell everyone and their clutch mother about it. And you can bet that Pretty was going to be right there with her, looking well...pretty.