A Nameless Fear (open)

[HG]

Waiting, there was nothing worse for an impatient man, than having to wait. The only thing that kept him from rambling on about how unfair the green was being was the simple fact that nothing was going to change her mind. Females were insufferable on the whole. How had he impressed such an egotistical, stubborn and contrary dragon? They were nothing alike! The green snorted lightly at his thoughts, You broadcast the funniest things...

Narrowing his eyes in her direction he tried to calm his inner fuming. “Why exactly are we waiting here?” Good things come to those who wait. [/color] Was her unrevealing answer. Fine! If she was going to start keeping secrets then so was he. You will have to sound less loud when you are thinking to accomplish that. Besides its almost dark, you will see it soon! What in the name of Faranth's Golden Egg was she going on about? See it? See what?

Running a hand impatiently through his hair he leaned almost imperceptibly on the tree behind him. The sunny rays were leaving the world to be replaced by lunar illuminations. All well and good but he still saw nothing. There. The green shot him a mental image of where he should be looking. “Thats not a star. Is it?” He pondered, it was too large to be a star and too bright. There was a reddish tint to it. How odd. Nemesyth was mentally shaking her head at him.

You still do not understand. That is a bad thing. Can't you feel the evil? My nightmares come from it...[/color]Her voice sounded chilled, eerie and he would have given his left foot to know why he suddenly felt a shiver run up his spine. He didn't believe that the star thing was anything for them to worry about, still he sat with Nemesyth, pondering the many things she could mean by what she was saying. It was not like her to be nervous. It was not like him to have chills either. Maybe one of the others might know what it was?

[Yuu Kanduet]

Tyreth slunk across the ground with his belly close to the ground. A low growling could be heard coming from his slightly bared fangs. The Blue had been acting weird for the past few days, and J'zen had gone from annoyed to unnerved. Although he would never admit it, J'zen wanted his Tyreth back. He didn't want this paranoid quick tempered dragon snapping at his heels, but nothing good ever came from asking Tyreth what was wrong with him. All the Blue would do is go very still and say something like, "I don't know. All I know is that something bad is almost upon us. I have dreams of us being consumed by some ancient threat."

Looking morosely at the quickly growing Blue, J'zen halted. Tyreth seemed to sense his bonded's hesitation and stopped as well.

What is it J'zen?

J'zen reached out and ran a hand along Tyreth's wing membrane.

I feel as if you are slipping from me Tyreth. Please, tell me what we are doing. Tell me what you fear. Allow me to walk beside you, not behind you.

Tyreth turned and looked at J'zen with his large multifaceted eyes that gleamed a harrowed pale green almost yellow in the low light.

I am looking for something in the sky. My instincts tell me that is where it will come from.

J'zen did a double take.

Fear. Instincts. Sky. Consumed. Paranoia.

Tyreth paused.

You are thinking something. It is important.

The rider's eyes snapped wide. A single word slipped from his mouth and thoughts.

"Thread."

Shaking his head, J'zen took an involuntary step backwards.

It can't be. Thread has been gone for ages. But what else could it be? Your actions are practically a mirror of those dragons that prepared for Passes of the past. No! It must be a new threat. Thread is gone!

J'zen was obviously upset. Not only had he shouted in Tyreth's mind, but he had started a sentence with the word but. J'zen was freakishly grammatically inclined. Before Tyreth could answer, though, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

There, that star. It is red. I don't like it, not at all.

Snapping his eyes up at the sky, J'zen followed Tyreth's gaze until his eyes fell upon the Red Star. J'zen knew instantly what it was. He had grown up looking at it. A large draping had been given to the Harper Hall turns and turns ago, probably even Passes and Passes ago. Upon the wall hanging was a depiction of the Red Star burning brightly above a writhing mass of dragons, riders and thread. The tapestry may have faded with age, but there was no mistaking it. Thread was going to return to Pern.

We have to tell someone. The Weyrwoman, as detestable as she is, will know what to do.

Tyreth agreed, and the two of them shot of back towards the Weyr. It was as they were running, all poise forgotten in their haste, that dragon and rider almost collided with N'var and Nemesyth.

[HG]

Nemesyth's warnings were not to be taken lightly. Dragons knew only to speak the truth, they knew nothing of deception. It would be wrong of him to not take her seriously. Slightly annoyed that she had had to drag him out here to show him rather than to simply tell him he tried to push the irritation from his mind. “I suppose we should ask someone who would know. One of the other Weyrlings or even the Weyrling Master.”

Here is your chance. She said with an almost smug air, as the young man was almost pushed to the ground by Tyreth's rider. She herself had barely touched wings with the blue. Dragons were much better at paying attention to where they were going. She for one, would rather die than be injured to the point where she would be unable to fly. Only three more months and they would be doing just that.

Grimacing at the impact of the other young man, he felt the wind get knocked out of him. Gasping for breath made it rather difficult to say any of the things he would have loved to get off of his chest. When his breathing returned a moment later he glared at J'zen. “Watch where you are going. The last thing Pern needs is two injured Weyrlings.” While he meant to include himself in the statement he felt there would be more damage if he indicated he meant the dragons.

“Why were you rushing through here in the first place? I take it you were looking up?” He asked as if trying to glean information from him. His voice was slightly arrogant as usual and though he was considered a lower rank than the bluerider he would hardly let that stop him from making himself the superior in any given situation. His reasoning was sound anyway. N'var was extremely interested in why the blue and his rider would be in a hurry, just after he and Nem had seen that star.

While her rider was being the obstinate, aristocrat he always was, Nemesyth greeted her clutchmate congenially. Good evening, Tyreth. You sense it too? The green had always been a quick one, much like her rider. She sensed the blue's mood as well as any person could judging from outward appearances. Are you going to tell Aeriath?Nemesyth had really wanted to be the one to tell but if she were with Tyreth at the time, she would gain some glory from it too.

It would be easier to tell Zorometh you know...[/color]Although she was being helpful she was also out to gain some of this for herself. She had no intention of being less well known than Tyreth was. In fact she meant to be the most famous green on Pern in the entire history of the planet. She would do anything to prove it. Her rider too was thirsty for glory beyond that of a simple greenrider. Striving for perfection could leave one with the big head or completely depressed. Taking her choice between them, she'd rather have a big head.

[Ise]

Sleeping was hard to do when your dragon was too wound up. Zeuth had been troubled by something for awhile now but tonight the great bronze dragon was restless and antsy. Though he wasn’t speaking, B’ren could pick up the emotions that rolled off Zeuth. His dragon was moving in a way that made B’ren think of a feline; his great body was low to the ground, tail twitching back and forth, and a low rumble from his chest could be heard when close to the dragon. Not that anyone aside from B’ren was bound to get near his drake, Zeuth’s eyes whirled red and orange while hide almost glowed red from the dying light of the day. All in all, it was a scary sight for most people.

The young man looked up as his dragon suddenly went ridged, looking up at the sky.
Come.[/i]
Zeuth’s tone left no question that his single word was an order. And one that was going to be followed. B’ren didn’t argue, just quirked an eyebrow at his dragon and jogged along side the bronze.

All of the dragons had been acting up lately. Nothing had really been said about it but it was hard to miss. Even the calmest of the browns had been snappy lately. B’ren was glad that Zeuth wasn’t a bad tempered dragon, he’d hate to see how that green Nemesyth was acting now.

Of course as soon as B’ren thought of the green, Zeuth stopped and looked around before announcing his presence to others that B’ren saw were N’var and J’zen.
Brother. Sister. [/i]
The dragon looked up at the sky and B’ren followed his gaze, his blue eyes finding the Red Star in the darkening sky.
“So there it is. Guess the fun is going to happen sooner then people expected it to…”

[Yuu Kanduet]

J'zen bristled at the tone he was receiving. He hadn't meant to run into N'var, in fact he would have liked nothing better than to have avoided scuffing his nice clothes in the brief scuffle that ensued upon distangling himself from the other rider. Unfortunately he didn't have time for a debate at the moment.

"Yes I was looking up. When the Red Star shines brightly in the sky, where else does the Weyr look? The Red Star means Thread. Thread mean jumpy dragons. Of course you already know all of this, correct. As a high ranking Holder I expect no less."

Over to the side Tyreth was greeting Nemesyth with a slight inclination of his head.

Greetings Green Nemesyth. I indeed sense it, and my rider and I were on our way to inform the Queen and her Bronze. You are more than welcome to come along. Personally, I don't even care if you are the one who tells the Queen. As long as the words are said, that is enough.

Tyreth recognized the Green's ambition and understood her questioning to be what it was, a power-play. Quite frankly, Tyreth was unambitious and didn't care. Besides, if Tyreth had insisted on being the sole bearer of the news, then Nemesyth might have caused trouble. Trouble from the Green was the last thing anyone needed. As a result, Tyreth was more than willing to compromise.

Before rider or dragon could depart, a new pair arrived with their own witty remark.

J'zen glanced over briefly, but his attention was mainly on the man in front of him. Tyreth on the other hand gave a brief greeting before turning back to the Green to await her further response and action.

[HG]

Perhaps the Harper turned dragonrider had no idea what was going on with the education in the North but they had dropped all topics concerning Threadfall long ago. How was he supposed to know? Not that he had ever been a great student but come on? The information was not available to anyone who was not a Harper. In that the other boy had been given something to hold over N'var's head. Only N'var would never in a million Turns admit his ignorance on the subject and simply nodded.

As if things could become any worse than they were already...His mental groan was more than enough to satisfy his green. Oh great not only was he dealing with a snarky little Harper but now he was going to have to deal with Mr. Perfect, B'ren. Do we have to accompany them? The green did not dignify his sullenness with a response.

Instead of saying anything else that could be construed as rude, he began talking now with a more Holder 'sweet but I'm still thinking about how much I abhor your presence' kind of voice. “Well it seems there is only one thing we can do in this situation. Nemesyth has been ill at ease for quite a while. Should Thread start to Fall in the North, do you think they'll leave the North to its fate?” His main concern had always been seeing the mission through to the end. Would Raelwyn and D'seus decide not to help their families? Would they leave the people of the North to their own fate?

Nemesyth was less concerned with the big picture here. Good evening Zeuth. The green adressed the newly arrived Bronze before turning the conversation back to her blue brother. We should tell them directly. You are right about that. They may still be awake... Although that was a long shot it could be possible. N'var says they will go in and request to speak to the Weyrleaders. We can await them out here. I am ready to give them an image should they ask for one. Perhaps you can both have one ready too? Just in case they need more proof.

Humans required more proof than dragons did. She could feel if something was right or wrong. It did not need to be proven to her. Thats when N'var addressed the others again. “I've expressed to Nemesyth that we would go and inform the Weyrleaders. She says she is quite prepared to show them an image of what she saw tonight.”

[Ise]

Not only had B'ren grew up in the South, he had been a Weyrbrat his whole life. While he had been surprised at Zeuth's moodiness over the past few weeks, he had quickly started to figure out what was going on. He had been waiting for this night for days. Of course he had completely forgotten that the Northerners probably had no idea what was going on with their dragons.
"All the dragons have been moody and pissy lately. As for the North..."

He thought about the rest of his answer for a moment. Part of him wanted to say that the North was getting what it deserved. Buuut he was standing here with two Northerners. B'ren had a big mouth but he wasn't that dim.
"I'm sure they'll do something to help out the North. I don't think all the lands will come out unscathed but with any luck the people and major holds and halls can all be saved."
The bronze weyrling was pulling things out of his rear but it sounded good at least. And it sounded like a very reasonable plan. Damn he was already starting to sound like a real bronze rider!

While B'ren was sure that the Weyrleaders already knew about the Red Star, he didn't think it could hurt to go pay them a visit and inform them.
"Sounds like a good idea. I doubt it'll take too much to convince them, everyone knows its coming and with the dragons acting so edgy... I just hope Zorometh and Aeriath are in a good mood tonight."
He knew how Zeuth had been acting and hoped that the older dragons were handling the appearance of the Red Star a little better then the younger ones. The last thing he wanted to do was to irritate a gold dragon right now. If that happened then Zeuth would get even more upset at him for ruining their chances of ever getting to be something important.