Post by Cait on Mar 19, 2015 14:03:40 GMT -8
Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)
77.02.18
Holding Cell
Wee Hours of the Morning
It had been a couple days since the deaths of the guard and the old woman. Dalonia had been working almost non-stop since before the killings had happened. Tellard had, of course, offered to take over monitoring watch rotations while Dalonia worked on the murders but she was reluctant to give the man even an tiny bit of power. She didn't need him trying to change things around and confusing the guards and the handlers as to who was really in charge. She'd never acknowledge it of course, but she also did want to relinquish one of the first things that was truly and wholly hers. The first rank that she'd gained on her own merit and with no ulterior motives given to her by Barrek or her brothers. She didn't want to share.
In the end she hadn't had much of a choice but to let the man walk her rounds for her with express orders that he was not to deviate, as she was buried in getting witness accounts and rearranging the guard schedule to account for having a prisoner and being on heightened alert after the egg had been stolen. Had the murders been a diversion for the stealing of the egg or had the egg been a diversion for the murders? Dalonia wasn't a strong enough believer in coincidence to think that they were completely unrelated.
The headache had started shortly after the girl had come to visit K'rad, or as she liked to call him; worm. It had been the girl who had jumped in to help when that girl Garna had lost her mind during a firelizard hatching of all things and tried to attack T'kar. Someone needed to keep a better eye on that girl as she seemed to be prone to making very poor life choices, or at the very least made very poor choices in friends. But that was neither here nor there and it was time to go and question the worm. She'd managed a short nap before hand and so wasn't nearly so tired, but it had done nothing for her mood. If he started spouting lies and nonsense, she wasn't sure she wouldn't get a little rough. She already knew that he'd killed the woman and truly there had been no direct witnesses. The Abyss rider had come upon the scene immediately after the death of the old woman and gone quite mad. K'rad had sustained an injury from a knife confirmed to have belonged to the old woman; Irai she thought it was.
Twisting her head from side to side until her neck popped, Dalonia stretched and heaved a sigh. Maybe after all of this she could take a nice, long nap. It wasn't likely but she could hope. Briefly she remembered the last truly good, undisturbed sleep she'd gotten. She was still a bit baffled at how she'd managed it when she'd been in someone else's bed with that someone up and about. Granted, it had been T'kar who had saved her life on at least two occasions now, but typically she was not able to sleep with another person in the room. It had taken her months to get used to sleeping in the same room as Dalosk. The same for her firelizards.
Shaking her head, she went to strap on her sword belt and then thought better of it. She had a boot knife and one at her wrist and with a guard outside and Dalosk in the corner it would have to be enough. Patting her thigh, she stalked out of the room and the Crimson hauled himself up and stalked after her, a massive blood red shadow littered with various scars, most acquired since coming to the Weyr. Before long they were in front of the den that had been converted into a holding cell and Dalonia slipped inside, Dalosk following her and letting out a low, rattling growl as he moved to a shadowed corner at a flick of Dalonia's hand.
"Alright, worm. You awake?" She moved over to the glow basket and flicked open the shield so that the soft light flooded the chamber.
77.02.18
Holding Cell
Wee Hours of the Morning
It had been a couple days since the deaths of the guard and the old woman. Dalonia had been working almost non-stop since before the killings had happened. Tellard had, of course, offered to take over monitoring watch rotations while Dalonia worked on the murders but she was reluctant to give the man even an tiny bit of power. She didn't need him trying to change things around and confusing the guards and the handlers as to who was really in charge. She'd never acknowledge it of course, but she also did want to relinquish one of the first things that was truly and wholly hers. The first rank that she'd gained on her own merit and with no ulterior motives given to her by Barrek or her brothers. She didn't want to share.
In the end she hadn't had much of a choice but to let the man walk her rounds for her with express orders that he was not to deviate, as she was buried in getting witness accounts and rearranging the guard schedule to account for having a prisoner and being on heightened alert after the egg had been stolen. Had the murders been a diversion for the stealing of the egg or had the egg been a diversion for the murders? Dalonia wasn't a strong enough believer in coincidence to think that they were completely unrelated.
The headache had started shortly after the girl had come to visit K'rad, or as she liked to call him; worm. It had been the girl who had jumped in to help when that girl Garna had lost her mind during a firelizard hatching of all things and tried to attack T'kar. Someone needed to keep a better eye on that girl as she seemed to be prone to making very poor life choices, or at the very least made very poor choices in friends. But that was neither here nor there and it was time to go and question the worm. She'd managed a short nap before hand and so wasn't nearly so tired, but it had done nothing for her mood. If he started spouting lies and nonsense, she wasn't sure she wouldn't get a little rough. She already knew that he'd killed the woman and truly there had been no direct witnesses. The Abyss rider had come upon the scene immediately after the death of the old woman and gone quite mad. K'rad had sustained an injury from a knife confirmed to have belonged to the old woman; Irai she thought it was.
Twisting her head from side to side until her neck popped, Dalonia stretched and heaved a sigh. Maybe after all of this she could take a nice, long nap. It wasn't likely but she could hope. Briefly she remembered the last truly good, undisturbed sleep she'd gotten. She was still a bit baffled at how she'd managed it when she'd been in someone else's bed with that someone up and about. Granted, it had been T'kar who had saved her life on at least two occasions now, but typically she was not able to sleep with another person in the room. It had taken her months to get used to sleeping in the same room as Dalosk. The same for her firelizards.
Shaking her head, she went to strap on her sword belt and then thought better of it. She had a boot knife and one at her wrist and with a guard outside and Dalosk in the corner it would have to be enough. Patting her thigh, she stalked out of the room and the Crimson hauled himself up and stalked after her, a massive blood red shadow littered with various scars, most acquired since coming to the Weyr. Before long they were in front of the den that had been converted into a holding cell and Dalonia slipped inside, Dalosk following her and letting out a low, rattling growl as he moved to a shadowed corner at a flick of Dalonia's hand.
"Alright, worm. You awake?" She moved over to the glow basket and flicked open the shield so that the soft light flooded the chamber.