Post by Shoki on Jul 12, 2013 12:28:31 GMT -8
75.07.20
Early Afternoon
Hedara's Office
Hedara was holding a letter in her hands, distinctly not crumpling it up. She was sitting at her desk, and staring at Tr’veal, her eyes icy and cold. The man had just handed the letter back to her, and he was looking serious as well. Hedara opened her mouth and began speaking slowly and deliberately.
“I know not who, but there shall be a head rolling for this.”
“Hedara, be calm.”
“People have died. Little can dispute that. You have read this. I have read this. I have been assured by outside sources that there are bodies to account for. Accusations or no, I will have some satisfaction.” Hedara was mentally getting a list of people who she wanted to bring the hammer down on. She just had to figure out what had really happened. She did not have evidence to prove what may or may not have occurred, but the letter’s writer was extremely clear on what he thought had happened.
“I will speak to X’kel, we’ll find out what there is to know. His visiting his family has this all muddled, but we must all be thinking clearly.” He looked at her seriously before nodding to her and taking his leave. Hedara remained, sitting up straight in her chair, before turning her eyes to the letter again.
3075.07.14
Weyrwoman Lady Hedara,
It pains me to have to write this, for surely you know already or have seen signs of it coming. Not even a full month ago, many people went missing from my Hold. They have been recovered, all those who can be, at any rate, and are doing as well as can be expected.
Several of them were kidnapped and raped, others were tortured, and still others were murdered. Of those that we retrieved, several had heard their captors talking and were able to name the man who commanded and led these heinous acts. X’kel.
Naturally, I cannot act directly against him, but know that no dragonrider is welcome here, nor will the Weyr receive any aid of mine, until this has been dealt with as it requires and proof of the action is presented.
By my hand and seal,
Temperanth. The Ice dragoness was sitting outside, looking over the Weyrbowl. Her eyes whirled with agitation, suppressed with cooler colors. People didn’t know what to think. What was being said of X’kel now, it had some of them doubting, and some of them were angry. It seemed that now there were more than Silverlights to argue over. Some had had no opinion before and were know ready to come to blows for their Weyrleader, others ready just the same to speak against. The Ice was considering all of these things. Still she eventually was drawn back to Hedara’s mind, though after a few moments.
Hedara. The Ice’s mind was warm for Hedara, though it lacked some of it’s great peace. Things were uncertain.
All of this, I just want-
Something that can set it all right. There is no easy here.
Then.
Then?
Then I want something to fight about. Not murder, not any manner of dragon that may or may not have cause to walk this world. Not politics, not things that have danger in their blood. Something else, anything to cause me to divert my mind and give me something to yell at for a while. Temperanth twitched her tail, looking out on the Weyrbowl still. She looked over it all, looking no more amused than she had a moment before. Still, she could not help but give Hedara what she wanted. A little bit of fighting to divert the mind would do well for the somber mood and useless anger.
Hyperbole is, in my opinion, a lovely way to get across a grand scale in stories. The Ice felt the sudden shift in emotions from Hedara, and a touch of amusement joined with the other colors swirling in her eyes.
Hyperbole is a sick trick and should stay out of it. Especially in stories meant to be halfway historical. For example in the story of-
And so the fight began again.
Early Afternoon
Hedara's Office
Hedara was holding a letter in her hands, distinctly not crumpling it up. She was sitting at her desk, and staring at Tr’veal, her eyes icy and cold. The man had just handed the letter back to her, and he was looking serious as well. Hedara opened her mouth and began speaking slowly and deliberately.
“I know not who, but there shall be a head rolling for this.”
“Hedara, be calm.”
“People have died. Little can dispute that. You have read this. I have read this. I have been assured by outside sources that there are bodies to account for. Accusations or no, I will have some satisfaction.” Hedara was mentally getting a list of people who she wanted to bring the hammer down on. She just had to figure out what had really happened. She did not have evidence to prove what may or may not have occurred, but the letter’s writer was extremely clear on what he thought had happened.
“I will speak to X’kel, we’ll find out what there is to know. His visiting his family has this all muddled, but we must all be thinking clearly.” He looked at her seriously before nodding to her and taking his leave. Hedara remained, sitting up straight in her chair, before turning her eyes to the letter again.
3075.07.14
Weyrwoman Lady Hedara,
It pains me to have to write this, for surely you know already or have seen signs of it coming. Not even a full month ago, many people went missing from my Hold. They have been recovered, all those who can be, at any rate, and are doing as well as can be expected.
Several of them were kidnapped and raped, others were tortured, and still others were murdered. Of those that we retrieved, several had heard their captors talking and were able to name the man who commanded and led these heinous acts. X’kel.
Naturally, I cannot act directly against him, but know that no dragonrider is welcome here, nor will the Weyr receive any aid of mine, until this has been dealt with as it requires and proof of the action is presented.
By my hand and seal,
Lord Brencis Kalarn,[/b]
Icy Caverns Hold
Temperanth. The Ice dragoness was sitting outside, looking over the Weyrbowl. Her eyes whirled with agitation, suppressed with cooler colors. People didn’t know what to think. What was being said of X’kel now, it had some of them doubting, and some of them were angry. It seemed that now there were more than Silverlights to argue over. Some had had no opinion before and were know ready to come to blows for their Weyrleader, others ready just the same to speak against. The Ice was considering all of these things. Still she eventually was drawn back to Hedara’s mind, though after a few moments.
Hedara. The Ice’s mind was warm for Hedara, though it lacked some of it’s great peace. Things were uncertain.
All of this, I just want-
Something that can set it all right. There is no easy here.
Then.
Then?
Then I want something to fight about. Not murder, not any manner of dragon that may or may not have cause to walk this world. Not politics, not things that have danger in their blood. Something else, anything to cause me to divert my mind and give me something to yell at for a while. Temperanth twitched her tail, looking out on the Weyrbowl still. She looked over it all, looking no more amused than she had a moment before. Still, she could not help but give Hedara what she wanted. A little bit of fighting to divert the mind would do well for the somber mood and useless anger.
Hyperbole is, in my opinion, a lovely way to get across a grand scale in stories. The Ice felt the sudden shift in emotions from Hedara, and a touch of amusement joined with the other colors swirling in her eyes.
Hyperbole is a sick trick and should stay out of it. Especially in stories meant to be halfway historical. For example in the story of-
And so the fight began again.
