Post by Dizzy on Jul 15, 2007 13:29:07 GMT -5
This meeting tween the Bronze and Gold rider led to an understanding of sorts. If Kyparla wasn't in the Helios rider's weyr it was sure you could find E'mion in the Weyrwoman's. Both came to terms with the Turns they'd put between each other. The Wingleader realized how foolish it was to fight something that had the potential to be so good, it didn't make him weak Kyparla learned to trust her emotions again and to heal old wounds.
They shared several happy weeks together and looked forward to many more after E'mion returned from taking his wing out on sweep. Only, E'mion wasn't going on a sweep ride over the Paradise River with Helios, instead he and two of his wingmates were headed North to Bitra Hold. The trip North was to deliver firelizard eggs to the Master's man at Bitra and to pick up much needed information. The riders had arrived at the ale hold early and L'nuo had immersed himself in a game of dragon poker with several Bitrans. The Brown rider was cheating, he had to be. E'mion thought to warn him, too many hands won was not a smart idea but the unsavory men at table with his wingmate were less tolerant than the Wingleader would have wagered. Perhaps it was because they were cheating as well? L'nuo was useless in a fight, so instead of stopping R'lan from going to his wingmate's aide E'mion allowed it and wasn't far behind him. Not one of the riders saw the knife unsheathed, they didn't see it until it stuck out of the Bronze rider's sternum. The Bitran guard was called... a man had committed murder. R'lan and L'nuo caught their Wingleader between them, all color had drained from the man's face to be replaced by the pallor of the dying. Deep in the Bitran Mountains you could hear the enraged bugle of a Bronze Dragon. Only the strength left in the Bronze rider kept Malekith from ripping the Hold apart looking for him.
Pulling E'mion's cloak about his shoulders they made a hasty exit not wanting to answer the questions of the guard or a Lord Holder's steward. Behind a building a few doors down from the ale hold, the Brown riders rested their burden. They propped the dying man against the side of the building. In his last few dying breath's he asked the two men to make sure his choice was made clear as to who he wanted for Wingleader... no one else outside of Helios. They had to keep an eye to the North. G'llahar was a fool to think otherwise. Through their dragons both men knew E'mion was gone, as was Malekith.
Lateo knew the minute the pair passed, even though they did not know the why of it... they would never know the why of it. L'nuo and R'lan dropped the man's body between to join Malekith.
They also sent word for E'mion's Seconds to come up with a plausible story to explain what happened to the Wingleader. They had been injured in a Feline attack, Malekith had went between to escape and never returned. This was the tale that Kyparla heard. She did not shed a tear for the man not until she could seek the solitude of her weyr. She has cried each night since, wishing she had told the Wingleader about his black haired daughter... wishing for more time to tell him how she felt.
They shared several happy weeks together and looked forward to many more after E'mion returned from taking his wing out on sweep. Only, E'mion wasn't going on a sweep ride over the Paradise River with Helios, instead he and two of his wingmates were headed North to Bitra Hold. The trip North was to deliver firelizard eggs to the Master's man at Bitra and to pick up much needed information. The riders had arrived at the ale hold early and L'nuo had immersed himself in a game of dragon poker with several Bitrans. The Brown rider was cheating, he had to be. E'mion thought to warn him, too many hands won was not a smart idea but the unsavory men at table with his wingmate were less tolerant than the Wingleader would have wagered. Perhaps it was because they were cheating as well? L'nuo was useless in a fight, so instead of stopping R'lan from going to his wingmate's aide E'mion allowed it and wasn't far behind him. Not one of the riders saw the knife unsheathed, they didn't see it until it stuck out of the Bronze rider's sternum. The Bitran guard was called... a man had committed murder. R'lan and L'nuo caught their Wingleader between them, all color had drained from the man's face to be replaced by the pallor of the dying. Deep in the Bitran Mountains you could hear the enraged bugle of a Bronze Dragon. Only the strength left in the Bronze rider kept Malekith from ripping the Hold apart looking for him.
Pulling E'mion's cloak about his shoulders they made a hasty exit not wanting to answer the questions of the guard or a Lord Holder's steward. Behind a building a few doors down from the ale hold, the Brown riders rested their burden. They propped the dying man against the side of the building. In his last few dying breath's he asked the two men to make sure his choice was made clear as to who he wanted for Wingleader... no one else outside of Helios. They had to keep an eye to the North. G'llahar was a fool to think otherwise. Through their dragons both men knew E'mion was gone, as was Malekith.
Lateo knew the minute the pair passed, even though they did not know the why of it... they would never know the why of it. L'nuo and R'lan dropped the man's body between to join Malekith.
They also sent word for E'mion's Seconds to come up with a plausible story to explain what happened to the Wingleader. They had been injured in a Feline attack, Malekith had went between to escape and never returned. This was the tale that Kyparla heard. She did not shed a tear for the man not until she could seek the solitude of her weyr. She has cried each night since, wishing she had told the Wingleader about his black haired daughter... wishing for more time to tell him how she felt.