Paying Respects (open)

[freya]

Aneisia stood next to what was a makeshift memorial in the weyrbowl with a few personal items of the falling and flowers around them. She had a few cuts yet nothing compared to what the others had suffered. The young green weyrling had survived without much happening to her or the others. While she sighed and laid a small wild flower next to the small memorial for the fallen. It had been a horrific battle with many riders falling and weyrfolk which had been their goal. Her beautiful Bealveth had survived and had nothing wrong with her thank goodness.

She wore her brown riding pants and a white shirt with her hair down. The young woman had helped earlier with getting debris out of the way and still felt useless. Aneisia smiled at the thought that none of the weyrlings had suffered any harm and that pleased her. When she heard a noise and turned to find a few riders paying their respects. A few women came by with tears in their eyes and had been weyrmates to the fallen as she recognized them.

The young woman stepped aside to watch as more people came and went. If she ever got the chance she would show those holdless revenge. Aneisia was one to want revenge now because they had attacked their saviors who risked their lives daily for them against thread. She heard someone scream they'll pay and she agreed with them.

[HG]

The red head hadn’t heard the news until she had finally killed all those who had been in the Hatching Grounds. Her uncle, Kylen, the man who had practically raised her and who had taught her many of her skills was dead. Kyrah herself had no real injuries at least nothing to concern the infirmary. She stood in front of the pyre in the Bowl wordless, motionless. The only hint that there was still some thought inside the young woman were the tears streaming down her pale face.

Eve sat on her shoulder, tail twining down the length of her forearm. Leeto, as commanded earlier remained at her side, sitting loyally by his mistress. Kyrah’s grief was past consolation. Though her mother had come over and tried to talk to her and hug her. All the things a mother really should do, but Ky had never been one to get warm and mushy over emotional issues.

One of the young dragonriders was standing nearby but there would be no talking between them. Kyrah was tired of people trying to make her feel better. She wanted to be left alone to her thoughts. Even the animals who often accompanied the young women were solemn and quiet. The red haired Shield Member was not known to be emotional over loss. She had always come across as a hardened warrior. So much so that people often forgot that the girl was only nineteen.

Ky’s tears continued though she made not a sound while crying. Other people around her were sobbing, screaming and then there were the occasional angry outbursts. One such outburst brought her out of her misery for two seconds. They would pay. She would make them all pay! Revenge however, was a dish best served cold. To attack now would only lead to folly.

[Na Qaiah]

T'mar was standing there next to the mamorial, he felt odd with a handfull of wild flowers, but he didn't know what else to bring. He saw the redheaded shield member standing silently with tears flowing down her face. He gave her a wide birth and went to stand near his fellow weryling Aneisia instead.

Nodding to the girl, he silently bent down and put the flowers next to the others that were laying there. He grunted when he accidently bumped his injured arm with his knee. He was grateful it wasn't broken. He was told it would have hurt worse if it was, but all in all he was glad it was wasn't. It would heal fine in a few weeks.

Standing up he closed his eyes for a few moments before turning to go. He didn't say a word as he put his good hand on Aneisias shoulder, giving her a slight squeeze before silently heading back to Petroth and her food. Just because he didn't feel like eating didn't mean his lifemate could.

[freya]

Aneisia watched as others went up to pay their respects and she was very quiet. When she felt the hand on her shoulder and turned to see T'mar who squeezed her shoulder. The green weyrling smiled at him and watched him leave then sighed. Her heart ached watching the riders and weyrmen paying their respects. While she sighed a bit more and was thankful that their weyrling class had no losses. One thing was for sure their weyrling class had their work cut out for them whether one day they died by the thread or by holdless.

She would never understand them and if she ever saw one again didn't know what she would do. The young woman had a kind heart yet this had hardened her where as before she was weak. Aneisia was a dragon rider and would have to start acting the part. when she leaned up against a wall to watch a small child cry and realized it was a blue rider's youngest son. It was times like these she wanted revenge and she went up to him to hug the small child who cried on her shoulder. They would pay for what they had done and sighed inwardly as the wait of what they we're responsible for sank in.

[Na Qaiah]

K'dan limped out to the place where everyone was paying their respects to the fallen. His own slash hurt like nothing he had ever felt. He didn't pick flowers, and he didn't have anything else he could think of to leave. Who would get it anyway? He guessed it didn't matter in the end. What mattered was that he paid his respects.

Standing there among others who were just as quiet as he was, K'dan knew this wasn't over. Some day the holdless would try again unless they were stopped. Some how, some way he knew he needed to help them stop. This was madness. Perhaps they learned something about the Weyr, they weren't as easily taken as some. Even the weyrlings were a huge help from what he heard. Thank goodness, no losses there either.

Turning his thoughts inward a few moments, he grieved for all the losses. With tears in his eyes, he moved toward the beach where Zillath waited for him anxiously. He needed to reassure his life mate as much as he needed the same from him. Thank the shells he had Zillath.

[Na Qaiah]

Loghan had been busy with duties with the other Shield members and hadn't been down to the memorial. After feeding Precious, he decided that it was time. He hoped he didn't run into many people today he wanted to be alone. He picked Precious up and snuggled her in his arms. She sensed he needed the close contact so she made herself comfortable. She wrapped her tail around Lohgans arm and sat up nudging her dainty head under his chin and crooning softly to him.

"Thank you little Precious, I needed the snuggle. Lets go to the memorial and pay our respects too shall we?" He told her rubbing his chin softly on the top of her head. He talked to her like she was another person. He didn't care if she understood everything she said or not. She listened and seemed to understand. She cocked her head this way and that as he spoke usually making him laugh.

As he enter the bowl, Loghan was pleased to find it almost empty. As he figured many had already been there. When he got close to the pyre, Precious went up to his shoulders to her favorite perch, wrapping her tail carefully around his neck, and looking to see what it was her person was so interested in. Loghan closed his eyes and let the emotions wash through him. It could have been worse, but it didn't help how much it hurt to loose friends . He didn't have any family here, but he knew many of those that had fallen. He would go to the infirmary next.

Precious felt the sorrow wash through her person, she tipped her head to touch his and crooned in sorrow voicing her feelings as well. Loghan reached up to lightly rub his golden beauties head ridges and let the tears fall freely.