Post by PhoenyxStar on Sept 8, 2018 21:17:25 GMT -8
Nyx squirmed hopeing that no more whers would show up as they were starting to cause goosebumps. Her eyes glanced at the crimson before trying to search the shadows for the other. It wasn't their fault they were so weird but did they really have to appear or disappear like that. She sighed and glanced back up at the male as she tried to gather her mind together despite the whers she was glad their handlers were around making her feel somewhat safer. She shifted as Toriath nuzzled into her weakly seeking her rider's attention and comfort. Her eyes and mind came to focus as she gave her bonded attention rubbing the grey's eye ridges before her eyes turned up to the man showing some pain she had tried to hide from the dragon not knowing their link would still allow her bonded to feel the pain.
The blonde haired girl was drenched from the rain and shivering with mixed feelings of dislike, fear, and being cold if she had been in her right mind she would have not been outside to catch a cold as it stood she didn't have much choice. "Yes I saw our guard murdered!" She spoke with a quaking voice. "There was three of them shells only knows how many others there were but one of our dragons are dead gone it's like a void I can feel the pain thru my dragon." rubs her arms and rocks some trying not to dwell but her mind went back to the blood... the eyes staring at her when she screamed and ran.
Sharp, pale eyes moved between her wherhandler and the weyrling. Both she and her wher looked as though they could kill at a moment's notice and the senior wherhandler's hand never strayed from the hilt of her short sword. If she noticed the rain or the chill, it was impossible to tell as stray tendrils of night-dark hair plastered to her pale skin. Listening to the two go back and forth, graciously ignoring the girl's sass in favor of listening to Lan's report. She would never understand why weyrlings felt it was appropriate to wander around the weyr at night. She'd have to keep her eye on this girl, it was always the night lurkers that caused her and her guards trouble.
"Daxon." The name was accompanied by a severe frown. He'd been a good guard and well trained. She'd liked the man well enough. But even as Lan caught on to the fact that the girl had seen something of the murder, so did Dalonia and her gaze intensified. "Lan, you keep this one alive. I need to know what she knows....after." There was too much to do right now to dedicate time to an interrogation. She trusted Lan a bit more than others in the dens and so he would be best to keep the girl alive. "Take her and her lizard somewhere safe, I need to go...shit."
Another dragon's cry of fury rose above the sound of falling rain and Dalonia scowled as the sound vibrated in her eardrums. The faint glimmer of gold in the night passed over the trio and their bonded partners as a pitch black dragon shape veered off. The Abyss was on the hunt which meant things were not at all well. "Damn dragons." Dalonia muttered as she shook her head before locking eyes with Lan and gesturing toward the girl on the ground. Without a word, she turned and walked away before breaking into a jog and disappearing into the darkness, Dalosk pulling ahead of her, still growling.
Lan’s gazed shifted only slightly when the weyrling spoke, but soon shifted back to Dalonia. It was not for him to comment on the new information, and he was on duty. As Dalonia took in the information he mirrored her frown. It was always hard losing a guard, but they didn’t have time to mourn. They had work to do. As she turned to him, he unconsciously stood a little straighter.
“Yes Ma’am.” When she spoke agains she was interrupted by the roar of a dragon. He frowned, and nodded once as Dalonia locked eyes with him. She had the entire guard to manage, so he would do his job here. She moved and he took a deep breath, before whistling three notes. Not at Dalonia, but a different female creature.
Ethilask reappeared in short order, the Black-Gray Wher only truly visible when she exited the shadows of the jungle. She eyed the other Wher pair leaving as she strutted towards her handler.
“Prrrrr-rrrrr.” Lan nodded. Good to know, Ethilask hadn’t found anyone in close proximity. Or rather, anything of note. He held out his poleaxe toward Ethilask and waited. “Rrrrrr.” Ethilask disliked carrying this nonsense. She took the weapon in her mouth, as gentle as a Wher possibly could, and earned a quick pat on her head before the man turned back to the weyrling pair.
“Got a hold of your dragon? I’ll carry you both back to the barracks.”