Conclave [Weyrleaders/ BSW Victims/ Open]

[Onyxaeon]

"You know we can't very well do that," Vsiasi snapped back to B'ach. The woman was not one for violence, abhorred it even, but she could not stand by and let her Weyr be sucked into this nonsense without first knowing where to stand. They would be involved eventually, everyone would and she would be a fool to think otherwise, but not like this. You could not literally fight fire with fire: you'd only create a bigger inferno. That would be entirely the wrong thing for this match. No, they couldn't be so rash and foolish. "Dragonmen have always had their honor: it is what has separated us from Holdfolk aside from our soaring companions. How dare you prey on that. You're manipulating the circumstances to suit your own whims because you know we aren't foolish enough to stand idle and watch you drive yourself and your Weyr into the ground. Even if it means giving us the time to prepare, because that would mean abandoning our own and that's not what we were meant for once we all Impressed. Do not think that by playing on the emotions of angered riders you can gain your support. I promise it will rear and bite you straight in the arse." The Weyrwoman took a pause to hear out the others, and had to take comfort in the fact Eden's wingleader's mount was on her side. Dharth was a fine ally to have at this point. The others could not see past their own anger and, for this, she had to suppress a sigh of frustration. He was using the lot of them! "I cannot speak for N'yx, but I will not sign over the rights to anything in Solainoti territory in the way of goods or candidates. I will leave the final decision up in the air, as I do not know yet what N'yx shall take on the matter, but do not take Solainoti for an ally. We are not your friends, nor your servants to send into a slaughter. Until the lot of you pull the blinders off from your passionate, though quite deserved, tirade and see clearly, I cannot see where to stand. There is utterly no sense in running blindfolded and barefoot over broken glass."

When Honuth's state of being was made clear, the Weyrwoman did not flinch, did not so much as glance in the direction of the dragons outside. She knew well what a Magma was capable of, yes, but she also knew who all stood outside and that the female could not get any damage out with their current company. She did not fear for her dragon: Isionyth was right up there with the raging Magma in temper and in violent tendencies and could very well take care of herself.This display, though, did nothing to help her position, and she knew it well as she turned her eyes toward Eden's queenrider. "She is no more a monster than any other dragon here is capable of being at any given point, drugged or not. Would you call a mother a monster for defending her child? No. Honuth is simply acting on instincts that are much the same: it's what the Riosian does to a dragon's body. She's not mad, but merely shunning reason. Just as you have done in striking back without seeing to a council first."

Outside, Isionyth snorted after initially taking a fair few paces back-she wasn't stupid and didn't want her throat slashed after all!-. The Magma was effectively pinned, and there was nothing for the matter until the Wraithqueen woke. She was lost to the conversations going on in the Weyrhall: no, she had more pressing things to attend to like the current growling in her stomach as with a more urgent, internal conflict. She could feel the tendons as they curled about inside her body, the sinews pulling about as though resembling a cramp or a muscle spasm. She would Rise soon. Perhaps not today, but certainly within the upcoming night or the very next day. She had been so intently focused on the sudden bout of pain-this pain present only because she chose to ignore her biological clock for just a bit longer to have peace-that she had not noticed Muuth take off, nor did she care when she shook the look off of her maw.-It didn't matter right now. She needed to get back to her Weyr, but she could not leave Hers...With a rolling groan, Isionyth seated herself on the soft earth, wings hugging her sides tightly to ease the pain. In a voice meant for Xanntorith alone, the Brimstone spoke softly, her eyes turned down to her claws because she utterly disgusted with herself for having to admit to this weakness.I need to go back to the Weyr soon.-I ache.

[Lyrikitty]

Kisa remained silent, though as Sylvith's distress grew, she rose, shaking her head silently and padded out to her weyr to soothe the Snow. The dragon still carried egg, and this stress was not helping her any. Already Kisa feared the worst for the clutch, feared that New Cove was to be in a far worse state than the rest, those who had yung queens still, those who had more than one queen to Rise and continue their lines. She'd had her say in the matter, or as much as she cared to say in public, and N'nika could handle the rest.


Xai sighed, closing her eyes as she waited for someone to subdue her Magma, as it was clear Honuth had no intention of settling herself, and Xai would have no control for now. First Xyurith and Dharth pinned her, and finally the Wraith took matters into her own paws.

Honuth snarled and hissed, spewing flame at anything near her, Dharth and Xyurith included, ignoring the jet that Dharth loosed on her, just enough to try and make her uncomfortable, and clawing at the Wraith as she was freed from the males to be trapped by the queen. this was not fair, was not right! She raged, the flames she unleashed heating up her confined space to nearly unbearable temperatures, and after a few moments her body was unable to withstand it, panting, she gave up for now, waiting until she could get free and resume her rampage.


Llaina scowled at Nocia, and shook her head. She would have a talk with the woman later, and scold her for the outburst over the eggs. That wasn't the matter at hand, the issue lay in Black Sands, and what had been done, what was being done. Daisyth was taking it well enough, Llaina having experienced enough loss that this blow, while painful, was not unbearable. And the added comfort of knowing that in the next Flight, they would have a new contender which they looked forward too.


Kisa returned, moments later, eyes eyes sharp and steely, the same look which those who knew her well knew was one to be feared. The woman was small and often docile, for she had no need to show the agressive and ruthless heart which beat inside her breast often, instead allowing N'nika to take on the chores which better suited her, and only rarely lashing out. Before she had come to the Weyr, she'd known much pain, and it had hardened her, gave her the ability to turn her heart to steel and leave all emotion behind. "The next attack is already being worked on, or have you forgotten that we have in our midst one who knows that Weyr better than any other? The Silver Basionath has been talking with Sylvith, and the four of us have been busy at work. You of Solainoti might be willing to sit idly by, as none of your dragons were sorely hit by this attack from Black Sands, but my Snow is heavy with egg, and so we feel this all the more as we fear what will come. I will not sit idly by, even if I disagree with how quickly B'ach has taken action. Sylvith clutched Xanturnoth, and she allowed D'myn onto the sands. New Cove will have a say in what happens, and will right the wrong it unleashed by letting the Amber live." Her hardened gaze lingered on those who had been shy of a fight, shy of the thought of war even thoughit was dawning on them, before she turned away. "Now my dragon needs tending, N'nika knows my mind enough to know what I would have to say about anyting else said." She disappeared back to the Snow's side, soothing her, and continued her own dark schemes.

[Dragonmage]

Nocia forced herself to remain calm as she caught sight of Llaina's scowl. There had been no reason for the Weyrwoman to scowl at the offer of help to another Weyr. Unless, perhaps, Llaina had not seen how the offer related to the current problem with Black Sands. To Nocia, the connection was clear. If Skrull Island truly was dying but wanted to protect the other Weyrs from Black Sands, then they would clearly need more dragons. Thus her offer of help. All completely logical and clear in her mind.

Mosyth had leapt up and followed the Chrome into the air as soon as she heard Muuth's warning. Despite the fact that she did not want to leave her rider, if she escaped she would be able to come back for Nocia, but she could easily die if she stayed and what would happen to her poor rider then? She and hers had taught enough classes of Weyrlings for the Spring to be confident enough on a simple betweening to the Spire of Crystal Caverns. It was the first reference point taught at the weyr.

When Nocia heard B'ach say that Honuth was subdued for the time being, she thought that it would be safe enough to call Mosyth back. She sent the Spring an image of the beach as it was now, with the Wraith restraining the furious Magma.

Mosyth, love, Honuth is restrained by Zenith, whom you were making friends with before everything went bad. Please come back.

The Spring, who had hardly settled herself on the Spire when her rider's call came, heaved herself up into the air and betweened back to the beach.

"Weyrleader B'ach, your caution is understandable and I thank you for allowing a dragon of a strange weyr near your eggs. I am compelled to say that Mosyth and I will have to be able to return to Crystal Caverns to do our duty and Weyrlingmasters." Nocia did not look at her Weyrwoman for fear that she might lose her temper with Llaina.