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Post by Kendrall on Jul 21, 2010 18:49:18 GMT -5
Wingleader G'rett
G'rett said nothing when Quindara defended Demnoth, noting he doted on Aylinth. For that matter, Coth doted on Elliwodth, so he had little room to speak. Well, almost. Elliwodth was a Green, and was unable to clutch. He held up a hand to forestall any more commenting on the subject. "Alright, I'll let my opinion on Demnoth slide." G'rett then took another long sip from his goblet, then set it down again, mirroring his love's smile when she told him she wanted him with her when Artemth matured. "The sooner the better. I don't mind waiting for you, Quindara, and I don't think Coth would mind waiting for Artemth. I hope I'm wrong about Toniel feeling threatened about you taking her place, but that's the feeling I've been getting from her ever since the Hatching. And I'll do all I can to help you find your rightful place and allow Artemth to clutch. I think she and Coth will make fine parents, actually." That's when he looked up to see a mildly drunk Q'del march over to tower over them, eyes suggesting he wasn't pleased at all by G'rett kissing Quindara's hand. He himself had a bit too much to drink, but the alcohol hadn't affected his speech yet. Trying to ignore the buzzing sensation in his head and attempting to fight to keep the room from spinning, he caught the conversation between the siblings.
"What's your problem?" Quindara said, not loudly, but enough so that he could hear.
"I... I think you're behaving foolishly. Acting like that could send Artmeth between," Q'del said in a surly voice.
G'rett watched as his beloved stood up to face her brother. "First of all, Artemth is soundly asleep you deadglow, and wouldn't be bothered by a kiss on the hand even if she were awake. And furthermore, butt out of my life. Since when do you have the right to tell me who I consort with?"
"I'm just looking out for you," Q'del replied angrily. "It seems you'll consort with just about anyone."
"Why are you always such a sharding prick?!" Quindara stepped towards her brother menacingly.
Shaking his head, he knew he had to do something. He stood to his feet and his eyes widened for a brief moment, trying to regain his sense of equilibrium before clearing his throat, then moved to stand behind Q'del and slapped a hand on his shoulder, getting the man to face him. "Relax, wherry-brain," he said jokingly. "Your sister's right. Artemth is sound asleep; Quindara is old enough to make her own decisions about whom she wants to be with. And that person is me. It'll take a lot more than me kissing her on the hand or even her lips to cause any major problems to her dragon." Giving Q'del a drunken, irritating smile, G'rett playfully patted him on the cheek. "Besides, Q'del, you and I both know you could never take me in a fight. Say anything like that to my future weyrmate again, and I'll have to teach you some manners on how to properly address a queenrider."
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Junior Weyrling J'sen
J'sen nodded, giving his best friend and promised a warm smile when she thanked him. Wait. Promised? Well, he'd just given her the dragon pendant that his father gave him...and if you took into account what happened between him and Calyssa that day at the lake...might as well go all in and think of their relationship that way! But his attention was diverted when he overheard shouting. Turning his head, his eyes widened in horror as Q'del - the Weyrsecond - and Quindara stood face to face and were practically screaming at each other before that Wingleader, G'rett, stood up to redirect Q'del's attention towards him. Unconsciously, he reached back across the table to take Calyssa's hand into his, then looked back at her. "I have a very bad feeling about this..."
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Senior Weyrling/Journeyman Healer C'olt
While waiting for Kia to spin her tale on how she Impressed and her views on life as a Weyrling, C'olt was well into a mildly inebriated state, his green eyes peering over the goblet as he heard shouting. He narrowed them as if he wasn't surprised at what was unfolding. Setting down his goblet, he looked at Kia and Lyrensa both and gave them a wicked grin. "Seems the fun is about to begin," he commented. "It's a good thing I'm not working in the Infirmary tonight, and neither are you, Lyrensa." He looked at Kia. "And it's probably a good thing you don't have to be anywhere yourself for the moment, Kia."
C'olt watched as G'rett stood up and turned Q'del around to face him. Reaching into his pocket, C'olt withdrew some marks and slapped them down on the table. "Twenty marks says G'rett will take Q'del."
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Post by Kit on Jul 21, 2010 19:21:21 GMT -5
If Q'del had been sober, he might have noted that the feelings coming from his sleeping bronze were increasingly agitated. Just as he was about to say something to Quindara about her familiarity with pricks, which in hindsight, was not a very nice thing to say indeed, when G'rett stepped in. The color of Q'del's face had begun to match the color of his hair. That man was an insolent arrogant numbskull! The patting on the cheek was really the last straw. Q'del wouldn't have like that under good circumstances, and these were not. Feeling slightly dissociated from himself, he saw his fist make a beeline for G'rett's face. Quindara gasped with horror.
Arktos led Kiyoni down to the Dining Cavern arriving just at the fateful moment. He stood, momentarily speechless. "Well, I hope they didn't drink all the wine. Looks like it'll be needed. Maybe we'd better stay here for the moment."
Cybele groaned, holding her head in her hands. "Great, exactly what we need, a fistfight." She looked up, hoping they'd come to their senses soon one way or the other, or she'd have to wake Chandrath to intervene or something. Q'del must be really drunk, he was usually so controlled. She cast a worried glance at Toniel.
Like most of the weyrlings, K'von and M'thos just stared with their mouths open.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 21, 2010 19:39:51 GMT -5
Toniel's fingers clutched her winecup tightly, the knuckles going white. It was bad enough that Q'del and Quindara were both staring at each other with angry looks on her face, but then G'rett got up. She watched in horror as the other bronzerider tapped Q'del on the cheek, grinning at him. She wasn't sure that she would have stopped the fist that came flying up towards G'rett's head. She rose out of her seat immediately and was greeted by a wave of dizziness from the wine. Faranth, how much had she drank? Surely not enough to be dizzy! But her head did not lie and she steadied herself on the table for a moment before she raced to Q'del's side.
"Q'del!" she called, but her voice was lost in the sea of shocked murmurs coming over the crowd. Guests from the Holds were looking at the scene with horror, some of the more immature weyrlings were chanting for their favorite bronzerider. Toniel pulled at Q'del's arm, trying to get him to stop fighting. She glared at Quindara, the first real animosity she had shown to the girl. Contrary to G'rett's belief, she was not concerned about the girl taking her place as the Weyrwoman's Second, but she was concerned that a sibling rivalry would cause far more drama than was necessary in the leadership.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 21, 2010 19:57:18 GMT -5
Wingleader G'rett
Had G'rett not managed to turn his head just in time, he would've had his nose broken and would have gone flying backwards with the impact of Q'del's punch. Instead, just as the man stepped in to throw his punch, G'rett turned to dodge, but failed miserably, taking the impact on his cheek and jaw. Half-spinning, half-flying, his arms and legs flailing uncontrollably, the Wingleader practically flew a few feet, accidentally knocking over Toniel and a few of the Weyrlings including E'lon and D'mar before crashing to the stone floor.
He'd underestimated the Weyrsecond's strength. He wouldn't do that a second time. Head now buzzing even louder, he suddenly felt lucid as something warm began to trickle from his jaw. Slowly rising to his feet, G'rett took two fingers to his mouth to find out what that sensation was, then looked at his fingertips which were now red. Blood. Q'del had drew first blood. Which, if his alcohol-besotted brain was able to recall, that was in and of itself an open challenge. Time to finish this.
G'rett regained his balance, then a slow, predatory grin came to his lips as he faced his challenger. "Not bad, Q'del," he said, loudly enough for all to hear. "But you forgot to issue the challenge first. Now that you've drawn first blood, you've just committed yourself to a duel using fists. And you've also forfeited your right to declare a champion to stand in your stead. I may not be allowed to kill you, Weyrsecond, but I'll gladly put you in the Infirmary for a good three months once I'm finished with you. You've insulted your sister and her Silver Artemth, and now you've insulted me and my Bronze Coth. Time to end this. Now." Snarling, face all business, G'rett walked in at a fast pace to close the gap between him and Q'del, feinting with a left hook towards the Weyrsecond's face before throwing a fast undercut towards his solar plexus, fully intent on knocking the wind out of him. If the Wingleader's punch was timed right and landed, it would be enough to give him a second opportunity: grab Q'del's tunic and hoist him up and over with both hands, and body slam him against one of the tables before burying his fists into the Weyrsecond's precious face and midsection.
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Grimacing as Q'del's punch landed and sending G'rett flying through the air, he instinctively dove over the table and pulled Calyssa down, shielding her with his body. He looked down at her apologetically. "Sorry," he muttered. "But I didn't want to see you get hurt." He then looked over and saw a few of his fellow Weyrlings knocked over, then saw the Weyrwoman's Second on the floor, then looked in the opposite direction and scowled at the Weyrsecond. Bitran! J'sen knew he couldn't openly challenge the Weyrsecond nor the Wingleader, but he'd make certain no harm came to his Calyssa.
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Senior Weyrling/Journeyman Healer C'olt
C'olt's eyes bulged in wonder as Q'del's punch landed, knocking G'rett over and taking Toniel and a few Weyrlings with him. He then winced as G'rett stood up and declared Q'del's life practically forfeit. The Healer let out a low whistle. It was bold and brash of the Wingleader to declare the ancient code duello, the rules by which duels had been fought for countless generations. He, like G'rett, knew that death wasn't allowed per the code, but the other man was right: by drawing first blood without declaring a formal challenge, Q'del would now be subject to G'rett's mercy. If any would be shown. Watching G'rett approach Q'del at a fast stalk, he grimaced at the massacre that was about to take place.
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Post by sorra on Jul 21, 2010 20:19:36 GMT -5
Calyssa looked over as she heard all the noise. She shook her head in response to J'sen. "No, I don't think it will either," she agreed, not minding that he had picked up her hand. She didn't want to see the Wingleader and Weyrsecond fighting. It wasn't right. And to her it sounded pointless.
Kiyoin started in disbelief when she saw the fight that started. "Someone should stop them. This is disrespectful to the new weyrlings," she said angrily. It wasn't fair. If they had such a grudge each other then they needed to take it else where away from where anyone could be hurt.
T'tarel sighed as he sat beside Cybele. "Surely they'll come to their senses," the young bronze rider said. "I know Q'del has always been sensible." G'rett maybe not so much, but still. He had never known G'rett to be quite like that. He watched as Q'del punched G'rett and sent some of the weyrlings and Toniel flying. "Someone should stop them," he said, getting up.
G'fal stared in horror. He quickly got to his feet as the weyrlings were knocked over. He wanted to try to get the rest of them out of harm's way. It was times like these that he wanted to knock the two men's heads together. They were both old enough to know better. And of all places to do.
Meera moved closer to M'lym and gasped when E'lon was knocked over. "This is insane!" she cried.
Calyssa looked up at J'sen as Storm chittered angrily. She shook her head as she huddled closer to him. "It's okay," she whispered, shaking a bit. She didn't like what was going on. She wanted to go back with Freyath and away from this mess, but she also didn't want to leave J'sen. She felt safe in his arms.
S'tex quickly dove to the side before he could be knocked over as well. He rushed over to help E'lon and D'mar up. "Are you two okay?" he asked before going to help Toniel. This was insane.
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Post by Kit on Jul 21, 2010 20:26:14 GMT -5
Even Q'del was surprised at the force at which G'rett had been thrown back. But he was barely looking at the other man now, with Toniel on the ground, most of the thoughts of fighting had been driven from his mind. "I'm sorry, are you all right?" he asked, bending down to help her up.
But when Quindara saw G'rett bleeding, she shrieked with a sort of unholy rage, and decked her older brother in the nose. "Why do you have to ruin EVERYTHING?!"
His head came up, dripping blood from one nostril, and just as that moment, G'rett came at him. He'd missed most of the speech, but he couldn't fail to see the rage in the Wingleader's eyes. Q'del, still reeling from the punch Quindara had delivered, barely managed to avoid the punch to his face, and did not at all the avoid the punch to his stomach. He crumpled to the ground, head hitting the ground with a loud thud. He was clearly out cold. From the weyr proper, Demnoth's angry and frightened bugle could be heard.
Just at that moment, Artemth woke in a state of mixed annoyance and confusion. What is going on Mine? Why are you so angry?
Its nothing. I'll come to you right now. She shook out the numb tingling feeling in her wrist and said haughtily to her brother's still form. "I hope you have a headache. Artemth is awake, I am going to her." With that, she turned on a heel and left.
Seeing the Weyrsecond hit the ground, Arktos rushed over, with the intent of stopping G'rett before he killed the man. This whole thing was ridiculous.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 21, 2010 20:48:02 GMT -5
The last thing Toniel had thought of was the potential that she was putting herself in harm's way. All she could think about was stopping this whole mess before G'rett or Q'del was injured. Honestly, she wasn't sure which of the two would get the better of the other in a fight and she really didn't want to find out tonight. But in the chaos that ensued, she found herself hurtling towards the ground, dazed by the impact of a heavy arm with her stomach. She coughed heavily, bile forcing its way into her throat, and blinked as she lay on the ground. One of the new weyrlings was nearby, helping two other unsuspecting victims. In that time, Q'del had bent to help her up and with his assistance, she hauled herself to her feet.
Before the goldrider had a chance to answer his concerned query, Quindara was upon them, screeching at her brother and sending one of her own fists flying. Toniel barely had time to flinch backwards before the fist connected solidly with Q'del's nose, sending his face up and blood trickling down his own face.
"QUINDARA!" Toniel yelled, finally losing that cool that she was so famous for. Though, in her case, it was more like infamous, as not many riders spoke of her stoicism in such a good light. Before Toniel could do anything brash of her own, like, say, hit Quindara, the sound of flesh meeting flesh caused her attention to waver and she saw Q'del fall. A horrified look came onto her face and she bent immediately to check him. From her first aid training as a weyrling, she knew to raise his eyelids when he did not respond to her gentle hand upon his cheek. He was out, knocked unconscious by his fall. She glared up at Quindara, who was huffing something about her dragon being awake. Before G'rett could come to finish the Weyrsecond, she launched herself at him, placing her delicate hands on his chest and giving him a good shove. "Get AWAY from him!" she yelled furiously, her body posture tense. Her head had began to throb from all the noise and the wine and she had very nearly lost her balance in shoving him.
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Post by Jammi on Jul 21, 2010 21:29:05 GMT -5
As her brother filled a plate, Cheriss noticed Calyssa calling her over. Smiling self-consciously as she made her way across the room, Cheriss's blush went to a deeper hue as she received many well wishes and canine whistles. A quick and polite, "Thank you," was whispered as she passed a healer, a journeyman by his knots. She really disliked wearing dresses for just this reason. It wasn't worth her trouble putting on dresses if this was the reaction she got.
Just as Cheriss sat down, her twin noticed a fellow weyrling joining him at the food tables. The poor fellow has been one of the less fortunate ones it seemed by the way he as holding his arm in a sling. A wide smile broke D'mar's face as the man asked about his new bonded, "Sionnth is a wonderful handful," He said with a hint of laughter in his voice. "She's already into everything, including my heart."
Unsure of anything else to say to his fellow green rider, D'mar turned to his favorite standby: food. "So have you found any good treats?" He asked. As he opened his mouth to ask more questions, a commotion caught his attention. Turning to the noise, D'mar wasn't quite sure what to make of it all. Two grown men were fighting like squabbling teens. His jaw dropped. Riders fighting riders? When did this start? He was about to ask his new friend when a figure came crashing into him.
Windmilling his arms to keep his balance, the usually careful cook dropped all his treats onto the ground. His shock continued as he fell backwards onto some poor soul's hard work. When a hand appeared in front of his face, D'mar took it gratefully. Nodding to the fellow when he asked if he was okay, D'mar looked around the crowds to find his sister.
For a brief moment he was scared that she was caught up in the middle of it all. He couldn't see her at their corner table. Further scans found her with their fellow weyrlings. A soft sigh escaped his lips, for it would be just like his baby sister to scare him like that. Once he knew that his twin was safe he looked to the food. The table he had landed on was unsalvageable. Furious that someone's hard work had been destroyed so thoughtlessly, D'mar tried to find the source of the trouble. But by this point all the drama seemed to have calmed for the moment. Unable to vent his anger, D'mar balled his fists and waited.
Cheriss knew the moment her twin was knocked down. She had been searching for him to let him know that she had moved tables. Eyes wide she saw him land on the trestle table. Food clinging to his good shirt, her twin looked a mess as he stood up. Then the look of anger made her giggle. Soon she was laughing uncontrollably at her twin. A few unladylike snorts punctuated her usual laugh.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 21, 2010 22:48:48 GMT -5
G'rett allowed himself to be pushed back by Toniel, only to have his arms pinned behind his back by someone else. Toniel first screeched at his beloved, then at him, ordering him to get away from the now-unconscious form of Q'del. His eyes narrowed at the Weyrwoman's Second, just as Quindara walked out in a state of anger. Managing to finally free himself from the temporary restraint, he lowered his voice for only Toniel to hear, his rage clearly evident.
"You always wanted me to be honest. Well, here's the truth. I loved you once, Toniel, but I could never bring myself to tell you just how I felt. I was too pragmatic, and I honestly felt I never had a chance with you. Seeing you in Q'del's arms as soon as his Demnoth won Aylinth's Flight practically ripped my heart out from my chest. You could have exerted just a little more control over your dragon, a little more will power. As far as I'm concerned, Toniel, Q'del will always be the man who stole you from me. Maybe one day, I can bring myself to forgive him for that. And forgive you for breaking my heart. Quindara has been the best thing that's ever happened to me since that day. She's been the only woman in this Weyr who proved to me that I can still love, and be loved in return. She's been the only woman who helped heal my wounded heart and spirit. Now it's my turn to help heal hers."
"I'll leave it up to you to tell your weyrmate he needs to let his little sister live her own life, and he needs to back off from being so overbearing and overprotective. He needs to face the fact Quindara has Impressed to a Silver dragon. A Silver, Toniel. Which implies that you and the Weyrwoman both will have to start teaching her what it takes to be a leader and a Queenrider. I don't need to be reminded she and I can't have any type of relationship for an entire Turn. I'm not some wherry-brained dimglow. Give me some credit. But it'll be a warm night between before I'll let Q'del try and tell his sister how to run her life. Or for him to tell me that I can't be with her just because he happens to be the Weyrsecond. He's not the Weyrleader. Not yet. He's yet to still earn that right, as do the rest of us Bronze Riders. Even if by chance his Demnoth wins Chandrath's Flight, he still won't be able to tell me nor Quindara that we can't be with each other. I can promise you this: Quindara won't be hesitant in trying to enforce her own will over Artemth once she Rises. She pulls that off, and I'll bet you a hundred marks Coth will be the one to win the Flight. Every time Artemth Rises, Toniel, I'll push Coth to his limits to win. If Artemth is an indication that there will be new colors for dragons, that the mutation we've seen in firelizards and whers both are now showing up in dragons, then Silver is the new Gold. I've already gotten used to the idea. Maybe it's time you and Q'del do the same."
He started to turn, then looked back at Toniel. "Oh. I shouldn't tell you this, but I just thought I'd like for you to know. I can promise you that Quindara will most likely be far better in bed than you'll ever dream of being. And knowing her, she'll be looking forward to bearing my children."
G'rett didn't wait for the Weyrwoman's Second to say anything. He marched up to the Weyrwoman and faced her, then called over to his second-in-command. "B'selion," he said. "You have temporary command of Stardust for the next sevenday. I'll be waiting outside the Weyrwoman's quarters to speak with her in private." Giving Cybele a formal bow of his head, he spun on his heel then marched out of the dining caverns.
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Post by Kit on Jul 22, 2010 0:51:21 GMT -5
There was shocked silence for a moment after G'rett stomped from the Dining Cavern. Then K'von, with usual obliviousness piped up. "Wow, I didn't expect that!" M'thos giggled uncertainly, which resulted in a lot of nervous laughter around the Dining Cavern. Crisis averted, Cybele sighed with relief and downed her own wine. She'd deal with the rest tomorrow, unwilling to give up her feast to solve this ugly personal conflict.
Chandrath, tell Coth I'll speak to His in the morning. He obviously needs to sleep off his drink.
The gold replied, annoyed that this commmotion had disturbed her sleep. Demnoth was still making a fuss on his ledge.
Things began to return to normal, aside from the prostrate form of the Weyrsecond on the floor, but after a moment, he began to stir. "Ouch. By the Egg that sharding hurt!" He saw Toniel standing over him. "You're all right? He didn't hurt you did he? Where'd those two go?" He sat up slowly, head throbbing. Q'del could still hardly believe some of the things G'rett had said, though he had no way of knowing that he'd missed the worst of it. And Quindara had punched him. He felt his nose, it didn't seem broken, but he might have a black eye tomorrow. That would teach him to get drunk at a feast.
Meanwhile, now that things had settled down, Arktos went back to Kiyoni. "I think the worst is over now. Let's go get something to eat. Besides, I still want a dance," he said with a smile, taking her arm and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 22, 2010 7:04:51 GMT -5
Junior Weyrling J'sen
J'sen watched watched as Quindara stormed out of the chamber, followed by G'rett as he temporarily grounded himself and likewise made his escape. He then slowly got up and helped Calyssa to her feet. He noticed she couldn't stop shaking, and he held on to her tightly, soothing away her fears. His attention was directed towards Toniel as she helped Q'del up, but couldn't help but give them both a knowing look. Whatever rivalry was going on between those two and G'rett and Quindara, they'd better work it out amongst themselves before it created a serious rift between everyone. He sighed, and looked at Calyssa as everyone burst out in nervous laughter. J'sen gave a rueful shake of his head. "Back home, we used to settle disputes on a narrow platform suspended above water, using only quarterstaffs and padded armor. It was always best-of-three, and the loser was obliged to back down lest he be declared Holdless. I've only had to get myself involved a couple of times, but never lost a duel. Too bad we can't implement anything like that here." He frowned. He wasn't one for violence, but if anyone dared to threaten his Calyssa, there'd be hell to pay. J'sen gave Calyssa a hug, then helped her back to her chair.
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C'olt likewise watched as Quindara stormed out, then G'rett call over to B'selion to give him temporary command of Stardust before leaving. The Healer in him studied Q'del for a moment as the Weyrsecond was helped up, then shrugged. He wasn't on duty tonight. Looking at Kia and at Lyrensa, he reached across the table and claimed his marks. "Do you two want to get out of here?" he asked, a playful look coming to his lips. "I vote we take our own party elsewhere. Obviously, we can't go back to the Barracks. But I do know the Infirmary should be empty. I can always play the role of the patient with you two as the Healers." He winked at the ladies sitting across from him, giving them an inviting, roguish smile.
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G'rett was halfway to the Weyrwoman's weyr when Coth's voice entered into his thoughts. The Bronze was agitated yet worried. Chandrath says hers will meet you in the morning, and Demnoth won't settle down. What happened?[/i]
He groaned. I've had a bit too much to drink at the feast. So has Q'del. He accused Quindara and me of pushing things too far too fast, and I rose to her defense by goading him into a fight.
Are you and Artemth's alright?
I'll be fine. Just a split lip and a bruised jaw. I'll be feeling that in the morning I'm sure. Q'del took the worst of the damage. Quindara punched him in the face and I hit him in the stomach, knocking him to the floor. Toniel and I had it out, then I told B'selion he had command of the Wing for the next sevenday.
It took Coth a few moments to reply. That was probably the right thing to do, temporarily grounding ourselves until this can be resolved. But you were foolish into drinking too much, and getting into a fight with Demnoth's. I don't hold a personal grudge against Demnoth. Perhaps you shouldn't hold one against his. Where did Artemth's go?
G'rett was near his own personal weyr before pausing. Back to the Weyrling Barracks, I guess. Send for her, will you?
Coth complied with his bonded's request just as he entered through the doorway. He walked over to the personal bathing chamber to wash his face, then looked into the mirror. He shook his head, realizing just how awful he looked.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 22, 2010 8:04:25 GMT -5
Toniel stared at G'rett, her face vividly showing her rage, despite the many turns of barely anything flickering across that carefully controlled countenance. When the bronzerider began to spout his nonsense, she first chalked it up to the wine. But the more words that poured of his mouth, the angrier she became. "My queen can choose whom she will," she said in a low tone, her eyes narrowing in anger. "I would launch myself off the Weyr Bowl before I let her choose Coth," came her absolute. "I could have never let myself be someone like you, G'rett. If you thought you never had a chance with me, you're right." Why was he speaking to her like he thought she returned his feelings? She had never cared for him! He might have one day been considered an ally, but for him to talk to her like she had betrayed him turned her blood cold.
"And I doubt that Quindara has anything to heal unless one of her many lovers has been too rough," she spat as she turned to check on Q'del. He hadn't woken up yet and that concerned her. How long would he be out? The Wingleader wasn't finished, though, long-winded as always. His lengthy speeches were like lectures and that thought rankled with her. "To between with you, G'rett!" she cried in exasperation, whirling to face him once again. "You will not tell Q'del how to handle himself. You need to stop interfering with this. They are brother and sister and they will work this out between themselves. And you made you the expert on dragons? We do not know that the new colors will be anything like the firelizards, so don't be so quick to think you will be catapulted to the leadership on Quindara's skirts." If anything struck a nerve, it might be that. If she accused him of having anything but love as a motive for his relationship with the newly Impressed rider, she knew he would be angry. But she had ceased to care. For the moment, diplomacy was dead.
And it thrashed in its grave with G'rett's last remark. The queenrider was appalled that he would say such a thing in such a public place. If he wanted to criticize her in private, that was one thing, but to bring her sex life into such a public light was beyond forgivable. She couldn't even think of any kind of witty reply about how Quindara had had plenty of practice with all the men she slept with, so she had better be good.
As Toniel stared gape-mouthed after the retreating bronzerider, the Weyrsecond began to regain consciousness. "No, I'm not alright!" she snapped at his question, instantly regretting it. She sighed heavily and knelt beside him. "I'm sorry, Q'del. No, I think I'll have a few bruises in the morning, but nothing serious. Artemth woke and Quindara went to calm her and I couldn't give a short jumpy between where G'rett has gone." Her eyes flickered over him worriedly, noting his injuries. "Are you alright? We should probably get you to a healer."
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Post by sorra on Jul 22, 2010 8:18:33 GMT -5
S'tex stayed by D'mar and E'lon to make sure they were alright. He could see that his sister was safe with J'sen, so there wasn't much he could do there. He just watched in stunned silence as the fight finally ended with Q'del being knocked out. It just didn't seem right to him.
Calyssa buried her heead in J'sen's shoulder for a minute. She was still shook up over what had happened between G'rett and Q'del. Riders weren't supposed to fight like that. They had their dragons to think about. She had learned that much from growing up in the Hold and her lessons here. "They couldn't do that," she whispered shakily, slowly calming down. She stayed in J'sen's arms though. "I don't understand what would make them all so mad at each other."
G'fal didn't let down his guard around the weyrlings until he was sure that the fight was over. In his opinion all four of the culprits needed a stern talking to, but that wasn't his place. The weyrlings were his charge.
Kiyoni was furious with what had happened. She couldn't believe G'rett had been so stupid to prod Q'del like that and then Quindara to haul off and hit her brother? The green rider shook her head. What were they? Four? The search rider was tempted to follow Arktos, but knew he wouldn't be happy with her. She nodded with he came back. "Hopefully that's the most excitement we see tonight," she said as she straightened out her dress. She smiled up at him. "Food and a dance sound great to me," she agreed.
T'tarel stayed close to Cybele. He couldn't believe the way Q'del and G'rett were acting, but he wasn't going to take a chane of them pulling Cybele into it. She didn't need or deserve that. He touched her shoulder. "Are you okay, Weyrwoman?" he asked gently. "At least it's over now." He hoped anyhow. He wasn't sure how this mess was going to be explained to the guests and new weyrlings.
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Post by Kit on Jul 22, 2010 13:12:07 GMT -5
As soon as she was sure the fight was over, Tesni ran over to where the Weyrsecond was just sitting up. He'd taken a nasty fall, and had been unconscious for a while, not to mention being punched in the face. Tesni was worried as a Healer that he might have taken lasting damage.
"Weyrsecond, if you'd allow me to take a look at you?"
"I suppose so," he said resignedly, still sitting on the floor and hurting in too many spots to name.
She looked into his eyes, they appeared to be equally dilated, and went she covered them, and removed her hand, they both responded. That was a good sign."How do you feel, any nausea or dizziness?"
"Some, but then I've also had three glasses of wine," he replied somewhat irritably. Tesni chucked.
"Well you probably have a concussion. It doesn't seen too serious, but if you start feeling worse, especially if you start having trouble speaking or something, you should have Demnoth send for me right away. There's nothing for you but rest I'm afraid, but someone should stay with you tonight, and wake you every few candlemarks to be sure you haven't gotten worse." She looked at Toniel questioningly.
At the mention of Demnoth, Q'del was suddenly worried. Dem? Are you okay?
Oh, Mine! You are okay! I was worried. What happened?
I had a fight with Coth's. But it's over now and I'll be back in the weyr shortly.
The bronze dragon sent his assent, finally curling back up on his ledge.
Q'del had been half-listening to the Healer's directions and now he too looked at Toniel from the corner of his eye. Of course he wanted her there, but he wasn't forward enough to ask. But he did wonder what had happened between her and G'rett while he was out. He'd never seen her angry like that.
Meanwhile, Cybele gratefully allowed T'tarel to lead her to a chair. "I am fine, thank you, T'tarel. Just a bit in shock. But I'll sort it out tomorrow. For now, i'm starving." A server kindly brought both her and T'tarel a plate, ad she began to tackle her food with a most unladylike abandon, not even caring that she wasn't sitting in her seat at the head table. Protocol could shove between.
Arktos led Kiyoni to his seat at the head table, where someone had thoughtfully put an extra chair beside his. As the servers brought them food he took a sip of the wine. "No wonder they were drunk. This wine is delicious."
Quindara was soothing Artemth when the silver suddenly reported Coth's message. She was still feeling angry, though she was pushing those feelings down for Artemth's sake. Though her brother had certainly said some ridiculous things, she shouldn't have let G'rett interfere. Everyone had seen how he'd deliberately provoked her brother, and now they'd all be in for it.
Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can, I have to make sure you are all right first.
I am fine, now that I know you are all right. I know you want to go see Coth's. Be careful, I'm not certain males are trustworthy.
Quindara laughed. "I'll be careful. You call me if you need anything." Then she took herself to G'rett's weyr, knocking in the door.
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Post by sorra on Jul 22, 2010 13:36:02 GMT -5
Kiyoni slid into the chair beside Arktos and smoothed her dress out. She was actually just trying to calm herself down and that seemed the best way at the moment. Rivi cheeped softly from her shoulder. She absently scratched his head as she watched Tesni take care of Q'del. At least he seemed alright. "Hmm, is it?" she asked distractedly.
Stop that, Elliwodth warned her. It's over. You need to pay attention to Arktos. The green didn't always remember names, but she liked Arktos, so she did remember his.
The search rider flushed. "I'm sorry," she apologized to Arktos, turning to him. "I wasn't really paying attention."
T'tarel made sure Cybele was comfortable before sitting down beside her. He was glad to see that she seemed alright and that the servers were fast to bring her food. "It's been a long night for everyone," he said thoughtfully. "You're very wise to wait until tomorrow to deal with this," he said, flashing her a smile to cheer her up. the bronzer nibbled on his own food, but chose to stay away from the wine for the moment.
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