Breaking Free (Plot 2.0) Jun 25, 2012 9:54:59 GMT -8
Post by Lark on Jun 25, 2012 9:54:59 GMT -8
Needless to say, their plans hadn't gone exactly to plan. He had had the key, he had been so ready, but almost instantly within the time that he had first tried to get the lock off, well it had proven to not work out so well. Not because it hadn't been the right set of keys, oh no it had been. However, the dimglow people that Tiberax had working for him had made too much noise checking out the cellars where the weapons were kept and the Weyr had doubled security, and apparently their efforts at finding him and Sayurith.
Which, unfortunately meant that Tiberax had done the same down wherever he was keeping A'mir and the Silverlight dragonet. So far they had been allowed to stay together though, and by count, and some carefully crafted "friendships" with a few sympathizing guards who were nice enough to answer a question here and there, the boy was able to understand it had been quite a while since they had first disappeared. To be exact, Sayurith was now about four and a half months, she had been much younger to start off with when they were first imprisoned...much younger.
The dragonet had been growing as well, which was part of the reason A'mir was aloud to stay with her. Was she stunted a bit due to not getting a lot to eat? Yes, and she was skinny to top it off, but she was fed well enough to keep her stomach from doing terrible things to itself. Her hide needed oiling constantly though, and A'mir was there to do his normal job as a weyrling, just Faranth knew how many feet under the earth. Currently the Silverlight was curled up in a corner of the larger cell they had placed them in, her slow breaths showing that she was asleep to anyone else besides the one bonded to her.
No, she wasn't asleep, A'mir knew that for definite. Sayurith hardly ever slept anymore except when exhaustion made her. Reaching out to run a gentle hand over her faintly glowing hide, the candlemarks sending light off of the contours of her body, A'mir took in a deep breath and nodded to himself. It's time, the guard hasn't come back in a while, and they haven't been so frequent for a long time. Taking the key from its hiding place among the cracks in the wall, A'mir slowly undid the latch that kept the chain around Sayurith's neck, having done his first.
Stretching out even more slowly, the dragonet tested the new freedom she had, coiling and uncoiling her body as she flicked open a wing. Crooning she put some weight on her healing leg. Yes, that had been the other major reason for them putting off their escape. After Tiberax and the others had come back after their failed mission, A'mir had been characteristically cocky, something that Tiberax hadn't taken well to. Sayurith had tried to defend Hers and ended up getting hurt instead. In the time the wound had healed alright, but there would be a scar there, and it was still painful to walk on.
I will be fine. Let's go...now.
Looking out the now unlocked cell door, A'mir breathed in a sigh of relief and beckoned for his lifemate to follow. Just be quiet, alright girl. The hiss from her wasn't what he expected though, and he turned around and widened his eyes in utter surprise. "K..Keira? ....and....what are you all....."
Keira looked back at the young rider she had befriended, shaking her head when she couldn't form any words. Hedara had called for her earlier in the day, finding out that the Midnightrider had been growing close to the weyrling before he disappeared. The meeting had been certain about one thing, she wasn't leaving the room where she had been called until she told everything she had to say. In the end she ended up spilling everything she did know, including where Tiberax was holding A'mir. She had felt aweful about it all, but what was she to do? Who could she have tried to tell when nothing was certain about how was for and against the Silverlights and those that sympathized with them?
Looking at the weyrling now though, the black haired girl could only fight back the guilty tears that threatened to spill over her lashes. "We're here to get you out....." That's all she could offer in way of trying to mend their broken bond, the despair written all over her face as she looked to the rest of the rescue group for further instruction. What else was she to do but just wait and see what was to happen? After all, they all needed to get out of here first, and then they could talk somewhere more comfortable. Somewhere with sunlight and food for the dragonet that looked like between warmed over.