Departure (adventuring party)

[Tabula Rasa]

Rather suddenly, Th'ane found both his arms in use, and pale blue eyes snapped to the rider that was suddenly grabbing at the other. Having a young woman curled around his limb was one thing. Having a brownrider doing so, quite another. Carefully, but rather determinedly, the bronzer worked to extricate his arm as he returned to following after the Igenites.

"I don't imagine," he muttered to P'nset, "if this was a one-way excursion, you would be. We made it, somehow. We just need to figure out how, and we'll make it back." And then, he'd have a thing or two to say to their fresh-faced weyrleader.

To Aleda, Th'ane replied, softly, "It's not a matter of location. There's Thread in the sky and wings to meet them. The men on the ground were waiting and ready for wounded. They have a routine. They've been doing it for some time. We're in a pass. If it's the plague he sent you after, have to guess it's the sixth."

[Alsivor]

For once in her life, Aleda was utterly speechless as she took in Th'ane's explanation. Her mind stopped somewhere in there, stuck on the idea that it wasn't place, but time they'd traveled through. Her head turned and she looked back at the dying sun over the water.

The 6th Pass. /The/ plague. Not a recurrence of it. Moreta's /actual/ plague. Her head was swimming and as she turned to face forward her hold on the bronzerider's arm tightened, this time out of need to actually have that support there.

Wordless still, she simply walked.

[Invisible]

It was going to be a meeting. There would be wingleaders and other such important people talking. Already G’tet could feel himself being bored. It’s true he was normally a good dependable man. He tried his hardest to do a good job and be exactly what he should be. But sometimes the little voice in his head wanting fun overrode what he should do. Like right now when it told him he would be ignored in any meeting. G’tet the greenrider? His words would mean nothing. Th’ane was already trying to take over.

Which was why when they entered the hold his steps slowed until everyone else was in front of him. The others kept moving and he went slower and slower. There was more to be learned than what they might hear in any meeting. Who better to find it out? He was missing, had missed, the hatching back home and Genet would never forgive him. If he was going to suffer her ire he should be doing something more fun than being overlooked in a meeting. So, his steps veered off and he began to look for the one place that would tell him all he needed to know. It was only a matter of time before G’tet would find the kitchen surely.