Post by Shoki on Sept 2, 2018 23:16:23 GMT -8
79.01.10
Just after midnight
F’mil was up late. It wasn’t exactly a surprise, he liked reading and tales of horror were best read at night. Delgeth was up, but not really by choice. The Crimson-White was being kept up by Telgar. Well, not all of Telgar. The tiredness of most was welcome, and the other nighttime activities were accepted and not a hindrance to him. The trouble, as it always was, was the SHARDING WEYRWOMAN.
Neither F’mil nor Delgeth liked Anaela. This was because Delgeth could always tell where the woman was. She was a bright hot point of rage all the time. Sometimes it went to a mere simmering anger but it kept Delgeth up, constantly. Trying to nap in the afternoon? Angry Weyrwoman. A morning snooze? Too bad, angry Weyrwoman. Until the woman herself was asleep he could only get interrupted sleep. So he waited. Anger, rage, concern, resignation, and wild fury whirled around in a bright hot typhoon that Delgeth waited to blow over.
And then it vanished.
Delgeth sat up, and F’mil’s book dropped to his lap. What? Delgeth couldn’t feel any anger. And it wasn’t like she had just fallen asleep, they knew the emotions had to dim for that to occur. F’mil leaned close in their bond, metaphorically looking over Delgeth’s shoulder as he strained to feel every emotion in Telgar most precisely. Some mild annoyance, their own growing concern, there was nothing like anger at this hour. They looked toward each other.
Where was Anaela?
---
F’mil pounded on Z’der’s door. It hadn’t been that long, but F’mil was willing to look bad if it was nothing. He was only really hung up on waking Z’der for Z’der’s sake. The Weyrleader eventually opened the door not looking really happy. F’mil was quicker to speak though.
“Where is Anaela?” F’mil’s expression betrayed some urgency, and Z’der was familiar with the fact that F’mil never sought the woman out. They waited a moment while Z’der spoke with his Bronze and he frowned.
“She’s not here.” It was a statement, but it gave F’mil a sinking feeling. Because the unsaid addition was that Z’der didn’t know where she had gone.
What followed was a mild panic. Guards searched, people asked, but no one had seen her, nor knew where she was. When morning dawned and messengers came, the panic worsened. Telgar was in a state of chaos once daylight truly took a hold of the day.
But Anaela was nowhere to be found.
Just after midnight
F’mil was up late. It wasn’t exactly a surprise, he liked reading and tales of horror were best read at night. Delgeth was up, but not really by choice. The Crimson-White was being kept up by Telgar. Well, not all of Telgar. The tiredness of most was welcome, and the other nighttime activities were accepted and not a hindrance to him. The trouble, as it always was, was the SHARDING WEYRWOMAN.
Neither F’mil nor Delgeth liked Anaela. This was because Delgeth could always tell where the woman was. She was a bright hot point of rage all the time. Sometimes it went to a mere simmering anger but it kept Delgeth up, constantly. Trying to nap in the afternoon? Angry Weyrwoman. A morning snooze? Too bad, angry Weyrwoman. Until the woman herself was asleep he could only get interrupted sleep. So he waited. Anger, rage, concern, resignation, and wild fury whirled around in a bright hot typhoon that Delgeth waited to blow over.
And then it vanished.
Delgeth sat up, and F’mil’s book dropped to his lap. What? Delgeth couldn’t feel any anger. And it wasn’t like she had just fallen asleep, they knew the emotions had to dim for that to occur. F’mil leaned close in their bond, metaphorically looking over Delgeth’s shoulder as he strained to feel every emotion in Telgar most precisely. Some mild annoyance, their own growing concern, there was nothing like anger at this hour. They looked toward each other.
Where was Anaela?
---
F’mil pounded on Z’der’s door. It hadn’t been that long, but F’mil was willing to look bad if it was nothing. He was only really hung up on waking Z’der for Z’der’s sake. The Weyrleader eventually opened the door not looking really happy. F’mil was quicker to speak though.
“Where is Anaela?” F’mil’s expression betrayed some urgency, and Z’der was familiar with the fact that F’mil never sought the woman out. They waited a moment while Z’der spoke with his Bronze and he frowned.
“She’s not here.” It was a statement, but it gave F’mil a sinking feeling. Because the unsaid addition was that Z’der didn’t know where she had gone.
What followed was a mild panic. Guards searched, people asked, but no one had seen her, nor knew where she was. When morning dawned and messengers came, the panic worsened. Telgar was in a state of chaos once daylight truly took a hold of the day.
But Anaela was nowhere to be found.
