Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jul 2, 2013 19:24:27 GMT -8
3075.06.25 | mid-to-late afternoon
As soon as he and Dav and been clear of the room wherein Barrek and Tiberax had been meeting, T’vax had started running. He wasn’t even sure if the first thought in his head had been to inform someone in authority that Lord Brencis’s cooperation was a sham or simply to get away. Not that it had mattered, because he’d started trying to reach someone in authority, but with no luck. Of course they could just tell someone using the dragons, but they didn’t have the rank to give orders that way, and the couple times they’d tried, they’d been told not to bother their superiors while said were in meetings or at practices.
They’d been up and down the corridors of the Weyr at least two times, all the corridors of the Weyr, when T’vax stopped and sighed. “Who haven’t we tried?” he asked Dav. He knew there was someone, but he couldn’t think of who.
“So it is all arranged then.” Hedara was walking with Tr’veal, looking straight forward as they talked. The Weyrleader nodded looking much as he always did. He was a serious man, speaking little outside of what he felt needed to be said. Hedara wished that things could be slightly different, but she understood him well enough. Enough to know that there was no way to change his mind.
“We shall be leaving before the weather turns cold again. It will most likely be well into rain when we arrive but I will be around to keep her dry.” Hedara looked sidelong at Tr’veal, who had a small, tired smile on his face. Everything about this was hard on Tr’veal, but he would follow Sanshe. He was incredibly loyal to her.
“I shall write often.” Hedara wanted to open her mouth and say that there was no need to worry about everything in the icy Weyr, but she couldn’t. She was no optimist. She was still paranoid about what my happen in the future. He nature demanded it.
“We will look forward to the letters.” Tr’veal stopped in the hallway and Hedara naturally stopped and turned to look at him. “Also, I think I should say…” Tr’veal looked at her, as if trying to examine here. She was used to seeing those eyes pierce through things, get to the heart of it all. She wondered what he might see in her. A moment later his gaze flickered to the hall behind her and he spoke low. “Perhaps another time.” Hedara turned and spotted two riders looking either lost or worried. Hmm. She turned to face that direction and recognized the pair of them.
“Are you in need of some assistance, Davquil, T’vax?” Hedara didn’t look perturbed, but she was still curious about what the Weyrleader had been going to say. Nothing for it though.