Post by Onyxaeon on Feb 9, 2009 20:20:27 GMT -5
>~>Angel((of))Mercy<~<
Vsiasi gave a nervous laugh, her head lolling back ever so slightly in the action. "I catch my breath a moment before I hit the wall, scream out loud, and start to crawl back to my cage: it's the only place where they will leave me alone." Vsiasi made a move to wander out to the slopes, seeking out the comforting, fading light she could reach out for, because nothing was worse than being locked away in the dark with no light to guide you. "The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones, N'yx. Breaking them until they become just another crown...I refuse to slip, refuse to fall. Because you can't be weak, and you can't stand still. Not here, not now. You watch your back-because no one will." The Weyrwoman shivered involuntarily, her eyes darting away from the man's: he wouldn't understand this. Not truly: because only Isionyth knew what those words meant exactly, and the Brimstone's honey hued voice-the same that had mesmerized Vsiasi as a candidate-entered her rider's thoughts.
Mine, come along now and leave it be. You're going to worry N'yx if you stay longer and talk about such...blunt matters. Let the Tempest pair digest all that I have given them before they even begin to try and untangle the knots that have prohibited your movements for such an extended period. Besides, you need to rest. We have more meetings tomorrow, and I fully intend to chastise that Black Sands fool despite how high up and mighty he thinks he is. Perhaps the visiting Magmas will side with their half sister in personality and the lot of us can eat that damnably stuck up snot of a Weyrking Amber. The Brimstone queen lifted her head up from actually nuzzling what would appear to be a very content Bronze a few turns younger than Xanntorith-and in his direct line of sight. Now, she knew well this wouldn't get to him, at least not right away. She was just planting the seeds of doubt to get the Tempest to thinking more for those he and His used. Dayterth, speak not a word to your Weyrking about anything I've said to you. As if she even had to ask-it was common sense that if Isionyth trusted you with something, you kept your mouth shut until she said you could open it. The Bronze nodded lamely and raking his tongue across her sensitive shoulder blades, watching the queen still a forced shudder: she had to play her part, didn't she? Remember, mum's the word. One word to the other kings or any other dragon for that matter and Flights wont be a concern of yours any longer. Now, come walk me to my weyr. The Brimstone left said Bronze with that, watching the dragon try to collect his senses before he heaved his weight after her and the two were left wandering across the Weyrbowl until the king had guided his queen to the far side and the two departed for their own weyrs.
"N'yx, I've got to go. I need some sleep, as Isionyth is none too easy about pointing out, might I add. My best advice is not to worry: things always get better." The Weyrwoman moved from the ledge, slowly climbing her way down almost expertly down the slope-she'd been up and down them so many times she could just about do it in her sleep. She was soon jogging over the Bowl and up through the Lower Caverns to get up through the stairs.
