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[Alsivor]

The faint sound of hollering inside the Barracks reached Silvio's ears and he eyed the door curiously, brows lifting a little. Was that Genet's voice? Suddenly uneasy, he shifted his feet and thought about getting up and having a look. He was pretty sure the Weyrlingmaster wouldn't stand for a Caminar sticking his nose in there though so he stayed put for now, though his knee was starting to bounce with impatience and he had to move the thermos to keep it from toppling to the ground, setting it down at his feet.

When he looked back up a strange sight met Silvio's eyes and he stared blatantly as an odd formation of dragons broke from Between and set down across the Bowl a little ways. He nearly choked on the bit of crust he'd just popped into his mouth, eyes rounding as he recognized the dark-haired figure who slid down off of what must be Kalpeth's back. Aleda. His sister was back and he surged to his feet, took five steps that way until he realized that she and her companion were heading to the Weyr's council room. G'tet. That's G'tet. he told himself in further stunned realization. He watched the pair out of sight then caught his breath, sat back down in sudden shock. He felt torn. Genet would want to know, if Anquilith hadn't told her already, but so would his father and the rest of his family. He had a passel of his own questions to put to his sister. Where should he go next? Wait here a little longer? Or run back to the wagons? Go waylay Aleda on her way out? Decisions, decisions.

[neopanther]

Ez mulled over T’rad's words, confusion still cast upon him. They? Who was this They T’rad was referring to.
Yes Ez’ki... look beside them.
Greens. And? They’re to H’fador and R’sen’s, they’re meant to be here.
But is that H’fador and R’sen at their sides?
no...
So....[/i]
“Ah!”
Well done...[/i]Heavy with sarcasm.

“You! What... why are you with her, when she was with him?” his voice loud and lost sounding. He shoke his head realising this made little to no sense to any who what not just been in the mental and otherwise silent conversation of his and Xyruth.

“I mean...” He paused, organised his thoughts trying to placate the clamour that was sounding as a fanfare within his mind, trying to swell and consume all of his logic. But he would not permit it. The volume of the growing argument from Z’dayi and Genet was making it worse. “Can you both just shut up for a moment?” He snaped at Genet and Z’dayi both. He didn’t need their noise along with the strain of thoughts that was within his mind. He slowed himself again, and patiently, softly, and slowly began, “Genet... why are you with H’fador’s green? And, Anayeli?” He thought he recalled her name correctly, “She is... was, is... whatever, she used to be R’sen’s. Can someone please tell me what’s going on here?” Ez’ki sat in confusion.

[blueaid]

Recoiling, Anayeli shook her head in silent shock at Genet's calm acceptance of... this. She actually gaped at the other girl for a time, her mouth hanging open prettily once more, her hand stilled against the pebbly-looking hide of Ptolemeth's jaw. She wanted to say something, to argue, to defend herself for this show of bemused weakness-- but what could she possibly say? This was madness!

It's not madness, Ana. It is very peculiar though. I remember him, R'sen, but I know you, so it must all be all right.[/color] Still, she puzzled over the mystery with her head canted and her eyes going often from Anayeli to Genet, back again.

Abruptly, somewhere flicker of temper surfaced and the greenrider-- greenrider!-- snapped at Ez'ki, "Why don't you tell us, if you're so keen on getting to the bottom of this! Don't you think we'd love to know what's going on here!"

Barely were the words out of her mouth than Z'dayi flew out of his cot, sent a blanket sailing, and stood on the end of it all barefoot and raggedy-pajamas and his arms crossed. From this elevated position, he pronounced emphatically, "You people're getting on my last nerve! By the first egg, I'm gonna pop the next person as says 'what's going on here.' Nobody knows what's going on, nobody's gonna know any time soon, so give it a rest already."

And Tremaith, for the first time ever, essayed a bit of approval at his weyrling's attempts to take charge-- even if it was hardly the most productive response to the pervading confusion.

[Invisible]

What was with all these people trying to tell Genet to shut up? Well, she was not going to. “Why don’t you shut up, Ez’ki!” she told the bluerider. “It’s not like your life is any different and shut up!” One hand curled along the neck of Anquilith. “Anquilith is mine, do you hear? Mine! Not anyone else’s.” That was the one thing she was sure of right now. That the dark green at her side belonged to her and her to…her. That was confusing her so she giggled. “It’s clearly just some…weirdness.” Weirdness to Genet was not something to be worried about. How could it when she was somewhat odd herself? “It’ll be fine,” she told Anayeli with a wide smile. “Really.”

The smile faded as Z’dayi got out of line and once more the ‘new’ greenrider spun on the bronzerider. “What is your problem anyway?” she asked him with a shake of her head. “If you don’t want to be involved just shut up and go away. Go back to sleep and keep on wasting your time. Go somewhere else! Shut-up!” Things were confusing enough without people yelling at her.




And then into the whole mess came a calm voice into the minds of waking and sleeping dragons alike. Baristath was awakened by the turmoil and before rousing his own rider from the bed he was sharing with the headwoman told his charges It is ok. We will be there soon. You mustn’t worry. He sent out soothing waves to the young dragons especially the two greens who seemed to the center of it all. Dropping from his own ledge he headed for the barracks. Little did he know that the brown and his rider might be more cause for alarm to some.

[dragon]

T'rad's popped up when he heard Ez'ki's voice. He was the first to try and poke the situation for more answers but it seemed everyone was just too riled up to think clearly and with a level head. This point proven as Z'dayi did something T'rad wouldn't expect. Yelling? Shouting at them to be quiet and give the situation a rest, so to speak. Why did this have to turn into a loud arguement so early? T'rad shook his head furiously.

"We're all confused here. But I think screaming shut up at every turn isn't going to bring any sort of answer", T'rad's voice was unusally calm for someone who was practically freaking out over this. Perhaps the loud voices snapped him back to reality. Someone had to have a cool head, right?

It was just then that Paleoth heard a...different dragon than the weyrlingmaster's speak to him. We? Soon? What? You do not sound like Daisulyth. Paleoth allowed T'rad to hear his response and explain a different dragonvoice in his head. Oh just great. This day was obviously getting better. T'rad shifted to sit on the edge of his bed and look down. "I think I needed breakfast first", T'rad said as he rubbed the temple on the right side of his head. This was generally aimed at Paleoth, who'd have to agree with him.

[Alsivor]

Silvio kept looking back and forth. Barracks. Council Room entrance. Barracks. Council Room entrance. And then lo and behold the Weyrlingmaster's dragon went winging by overhead and he pulled his hat down low and turned his back on the Barracks. Nope, not sitting out here waiting on Weyrlings. Not at /all/. Just enjoying breakfast out in the fresh (cold) autumn air.

[blueaid]

Anayeli-- "But she was. Someone else's. She was." Short, small-voiced, especially after just now crying out so angrily at Ez'ki, it was an interlude remark after Genet's fierce insistence that Anquilith was hers-and-hers-alone. Yes, she looked wonderingly at Ptolemeth; yes, she must feel that same desperate attachment; but those greens... "They both were."

[Selvagem]

H'tio, Jh'na and Th'dis

What a day to wake to.

It was H'tio who slipped out of slumber first, drawn by Runimeth's gentle prods. The brown had woken to the sounds of contention in the bunks nearby, and now sat with Mirabeth, side by side, watching the commotion with wide whirling eyes. The weyrling sat up as his brown's confusion filtered through to him, and rubbed one eye sleepily as he reached for Runimeth's thoughts.

What's happening, Rune? Why..

...was he hearing feminine voices in the Barracks? Blinking wide, H'tio straightened, his mouth gaping slightly as he took in the scene before him. Two strange girls...girls, in the Barracks! And weyrlings too. He wondered, as Z'dayi had, if he was still dreaming. But his umber-hued dragonet shrugged his wings beside him, his mindspeech solid and real as rock.

I have thought on it, but I find that I truly do not understand, H'tio my lad. How can it be that these dragonets have exchanged their chosen for new weyrlings?

The brown dragonet had no great memory as dragons go, but the identity of the two greenriders before Genet and Anayeli had stayed long enough in his short-term memory to become part of his long-term one. H'tio, gulping, had no answer for him. In the cot beside his, Jh'na was stirring, Mirabeth's plaintive discomforture breaking into the green weyrling's waking dreams. The brown weyrling swallowed as he swung sideways to sit over the edge of his cot, and the dawn-cold feel of the stone beneath his feet told him that he was very much awake indeed. Mirabeth squeaked once, a small squeak of distress, and Jh'na promptly sat up with his covers falling off of him.

"What's wrong, Mira..." he trailed off at the sound of female voices from the crowd, "Well...that doesn't sound like Salina."

"No," H'tio would have chuckled at his friend's tone if the situation had been less bewildering, "That's definitely not her."

Th'dis, on the contrary, had somehow missed seeing the girls during his first 2 waking hours of that morning. Dutiful to Guiyath as ever, the bronze weyrling had gotten up when his dragonet did (which was considerably earlier than the rest), and spent the past 2 hours bathing and then buffing Guiyath sleek with oil. As the bronze grew at a considerably faster rate than the youngster who rode him, the weyrling generally took a longer than usual time to do all the neccessary chores. So the earlier hours were, in a way, a neccessity as well. Not to mention that Guiyath himself demanded it: the bronze would not let the pair fall behind in standards, even if Th'dis was hard-put to match his goals.

Tired and half-stoned from the early hours he kept, smothered in the not-quite-light of pale dawn, it was not entirely surprising that Th'dis had not seen either Genet or Anayeli. Yet. In the cool of morning however, Guiyath raised his oil-gleaming head suddenly, gazing towards the Barracks.

Th'dis, his heavy voice rang with urgency, There is some argument going on in the Barracks, and it sounds serious. Also...

He paused, and so did Th'dis in the midst of his oiling, as Guiyath's confusion hit him like a hammer. Dumping the brush back into the bucket, the youngest of Telgar's current weyrling class stepped over to his bronze's head, following his line of sight. Guiyath was no longer staring at the Barracks' entrance, but up towards the main weyrs where the bulk of the dragonrider population were weyred.

...Baristath says he is coming. When was Baristath concerned with us?

The bronze dragonet had a slightly better memory than Runimeth, and he certainly knew who their Weyrlingmaster was. Or thought he did. Like H'tio however, Th'dis had no answers for his dragonet. He did, however, have a very bad feeling about the whole thing.

[neopanther]

Ez’ki just sat there – in his cot. He felt slightly flabbergasted at the reaction he’d just incurred. Was that really necessary? If anything it just proved that the two girls were just as confused about this as he was. As they all were.

Well at very least it shows that I’ve not gone crazy, that I didn’t just imagine R’sen and H’fador. But this is Bizarre. Why are girls, These girls, riding greens?
I don’t know my bonded, I remember the two green’s others, yet I remember theirs as these pair also. But I know they were not always like this. Questions are the only way to get to the bottom of this bonded.
I know, but they just won’t stop yelling.

“Oh shards, but I hardly warranted that reaction.” He said, tone calm – likely lost completely in the overzealous bumbling of the moment. He gave a sidelong look to T’rad – who was clearly in a well masked state of panic. That would hit Ez’ki later – so far the sleep was dulling the knife’s edge that was irrationality. “And my life is different – thank you, I impressed Xyruth on the sands, H’fador impressed your one – and now he is not bonded to her. Excuse us for panicking a little Genet, but there’s certainly one of us here who’s petrified at the idea that a similar event might occur to blue riders. Or should I be calling you G’net now?” All the while his tone was placid, though his anger, and fear began to flare in his mind.

Shards.

What if that happened? What if tomorrow he was lost, and Xyruth was impressed to another? What would that feel like? What would that do to him? Xyruth was like an extension of himself, to lose him would be to lose half of himself. He shuddered at the thought – then regretted saying that aloud – he just hoped that no one would panic.

“Ah forget it, whatever, yes they’re yours, they weren’t but they are now. Has anyone seen H’fador and R’sen?” Ez’ki asked, looking round at the other old term weyrlings – hoping one of them might be able to enlighten him.

Xyruth cooed softly to his bonded, I will not leave you Ez’ki. You are to be no one’s but mine.
I don’t think I could bare that Xyruth.[/i] Ez’ki scratched the blue’s eye ridges, making the blue croon softly.
I almost forgot, Baristath says his will be here soon.
Good, maybe he’ll make sense out of that girl.[/i] of course he meant Genet, she was a pretty decent lass as far as he had seen – but at the moment she was intolerable, obviously she was confused, but that was no reason to lash out. They were all confused.

Then Ez’ki paused, Baristath? Ez’ki mused over the name, Xyruth made a general vocalised noise of agreement, That’s not a name I recognise Xyruth.
Nor I! But he sounds older. Sounds like he has more authority, maybe they will listen to him, ,even if they wont to us, see now if I were a bronze they’d listen. The blue sulked mildly.
You are perfect as you are, you know I could not cope if you were a bronze. That would kittle me.

[Invisible]

I should hope I do not sound like Daisulyth, young Paleoth was the answer the blue got from the much older brown. As we are two different dragons. Do not play games this morning, youngling. Now is not the time. H’gar comes and we will make sense of it all. The brown was landing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and with a ruffle of wings set off inside where the confusion came from. It was his job to settle it before it bothered the whole Weyr and he was determined to be good at this job as he rather enjoyed it.

Once inside he positioned himself with just enough space at the entrance left to allow H’gar to come in. Now tell me, younglings, what is the problem. Which of you is hurt? Anquilith? Ptolemeth? Is there something wrong? The old brown looked with concern at the two young greens trying to find anything at all wrong with them. Noticing Xyruth’s attention he sent a message to the irrepressible blue alone. You will stay calm, Xyruth. These months of dealing with the excitable blue had taught Baristath to be firm with the young blue. He was a handful, but did not think he would have to resort to more than those words for now.

Calm, everyone, was sent out by the weyrlingmaster’s dragon to all the dragonets now including the ones still slumbering. Time to be up it seemed. Calm yourselves and calm your riders. They depend on you for that. H’gar comes. The last was directed mostly to Anquilith and Ptolemeth. And as those words were sent H’gar was sprinting across the bowl. He spied Silvio on his rock and shook his head. The lad clearly had it bad and wasn’t that a shame since he’d be leaving soon anyway? He made a note to speak to Genet about that as he didn’t want her moping excessively when she was left with no one to walk out with her. Maybe he should talk to the lad as well? Ramla wouldn’t have to know about that conversation.

He shoved that problem aside for another day as he squeezed past Baristath into the barracks. Looking around he spied who was awake and suppressed a groan. He should have known. Oh, the girls hadn’t been such a problem until now, but he knew it was only a matter of time. “Genet? Anayeli? Come here, please. The rest of you please settle down and wait for me. Calm yourselves or we’ll have upset dragons.” As H’gar waited for the girls he kept a watchful eye on the others. “And if you’re not already awake you had best be by the time I’m done talking to the girls.” Salina was not a girl. She was a future weyrwoman. He had made this quite clear in his tenure as weyrlingmaster. They were a different breed these girls on green. “With all this energy we’ll be doing extra laps this morning. Up and at em, lads and Salina.”

[Invisible]

“You warrant whatever reaction I want to give you,” Genet said to Ez’ki as she glared at the bluerider. He was such a pain! “And my name is Genet. It’s always been Genet since I impressed. Why would it be different now?” It was Genet when she had not impressed too. That creeped into her mind unwanted and she reached out to pat Anquilith again. It must have been some weird dream. Or…or something. Because she remembered walking off the sands with Anquilith. I remember that as well, Genet. I truly do. I remember you both, but you are mine now. You are who I should be with. We mustn’t worry about the other. Poor H’fador so quickly relegated to former status. Her little draconic mind knew she had impressed to someone else, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Now she had Genet and that was just fine. They would sort through this mystery together. It was what they did!

She didn’t know what was going on, but how could they not remember her impression? Boys. They were so useless in so many ways. Not all of them, but Silvio was different. Better. She wondered what he remembered? The impressed Genet or the not impressed Genet. She wanted to run out and find out. Surely he would be outside by now. He watched them drill she knew and sometimes- Anquilith? Do you like Silvio? Genet worried what the green might think of him. After all- Oh, it was such a mess in her head! The dark green stopped staring at the door when Baristath entered and reassured her rider with a quick He is fine for you, Genet. Do not fret. Which was not a real answer, but there were more important things to worry about right now. Like the entrance of the weyrlingmaster and her subsequent summoning to his side. She glanced for Anayeli before stepping forward. If there was trouble she didn’t know why. Maybe H’gar could explain things though! That thought hurried her steps.





In all of this turmoil Volsteath sat on the edges observing. K’mar? Wake up already. This is decidedly odd. We must figure this out. We must figure out where the others went.[/color] As bits of the situation filtered into the brownrider’s waking brain he suddenly sat bold upright. Volsteath! Volsteath you’re still here? I’m still here? We’re untouched? We are, K’mar. It was just those two greens. Greens, K’mar, not us. We are fine.[/color] Oh, well, greens. In K’mar’s mind it was nothing to be worried about. He threw his blankets off and quickly got dressed. Too many female eyes in her now, but he wanted to be up when- Ah. H’gar- H’gar? Where was I’dalyn? H’gar was not even on the weyrlingstaff. Rubbing his eyes K’mar shut up and listened rather than ask a bunch of questions of his own. Idiots. H’gar was telling them to do something. Maybe I’dalyn had took ill and he was covering for him? But, no...he didn’t recall ever hearing I’dalyn even mention H’gar. Let the others ask. He would just get dressed.

His worries about the green lads he suppressed. If anyone would understand what they must be going through...What had happened? K'mar shoved it all aside to get dressed and show H'gar, for whatever reason he was here, that he was not bothered by this mess.

[neopanther]

Calm down!? The young blue threw back at the much older brown, irritated greatly by being told this. Then he angled his conversation towards his Ez’ki, He has nerve!! Simply because he is a rider he wishes to command us? And I wouldn’t mind but I wasn’t excited!
Xyruth, I think he was trying to – in a roundabout way – insist upon my calmness.
ah. Okay.
I think there’s a lot gone on here that we don’t have a clue about. He speaks as though he is I’dalyn.
Perhaps I shall ask? Ez’ki gave a vague noise of agreement.

Having been nothing but calm – thank you Baristath – Ez’ki and I were wondering why you are here in place of Daisulyth and His?
Ez’ki – in the meanwhile – wrapped his blankets about him as he stood and wandered towards his chest, pulling out some suitable clothing, he tugged them on – washing would have to wait for later, it seemed this H’gar was less tolerant that I’dalyn. Shards but why was their weyrling master forsaking them into the hands of this fool all of a sudden? Ez’ki preened in silence, selecting to totally ignore Genet now. He held no malice for her. She was just incredibly aggressive, and he presumed she would be until things had sorted themselves out.

But his suspicion was rising now.

None had answered him about H’fador and R’sen. He gave a sidelong look at T’rad – whom he knew would gift him a straight and honest answer. “Have you seen either of them?” He asked again – hoping that he might get some sort of an answer in response.

[dragon]

But I am not playing games! You speak as though you have Daisulyth's authority. It confuses us. This whole morning is confusing us. Paleoth spoke, truely bewildered over this. The one time he wasn't playing games and he was being accused of it?!

T'rad looked as H'gar entered and gave commands. Well, atleast with the girls going off with him, he could dress properly. Which he did. T'rad looked over to Ez'ki as he finished, pulling a brown shirt over his head. "They're not in here, Ez'ki. That's for sure. Maybe we should look around the weyr for them?", he responded to Ez'ki. "Somehow, reality is warped. This is warped. It's all very weird", T'rad continued to chat with Ez. "What if I were to wake up and Paleoth belonged to another? I think that's what's gotten to me the most", T'rad added as he sat on his bed, ready for whatever this H'gar had to throw at him. H'gar...was the weyrlingmaster's identity a replacement of this distorted reality he knew? "And this guy. He's not I'dalyn. All this change to wake up to. What if it doesn't stop on this one day? What if it continues?", T'rad continued to speak before falling backwards on the bed, groaning. T'rad. I could be no one else's His blue assured him. "I wonder", T'rad began to respond to his dragon. "Were R'sen and H'fador told this same thing?", T'rad asked his dragon. T'rad's emotions were toning down, but he was still trying to figure this out. But it only seemed the mystery would go deeper and deeper.

[Alsivor]

And there went the Weyrlingmaster too and Silvio stared sidelong at H'gar /running/ across the Bowl. What in Faranth's name was going on in there? He could hear the odd loud exclamation, more shouting it seemed and his knee jittered up and down. The Caminar picked up the packet of pastries and wrapped the more firmly, stuck the lot in his pocket and caught up the thermos, then stood, ambling with seeming casualness to get closer to the Barracks entrance where he could hear and maybe see a little, what was going on in there. Eventually he fetched up against the Bowl wall a little ways away from the doorway, head cocked to the side, listening, while he continued to also keep an eye for G'tet or Aleda coming out of the Council Room.

[anhydrous]

Something was wrong.

Daisulyth couldn’t be sure what it was, but something definitely wasn’t right. He had woken alone, his ledge empty where the lounging form of Finneth should have been stretched. Anxieties prickled. Mine?[/color] He queried nervously.

I’dalyn mumbled a response aloud while he dipped himself a mug of klah, his gaze shifting to search for the source before he realized that his brown had woken. Ah, there there, love, He soothed automatically. Daisulyth was not exactly pleased to be written off so quickly, but he brooded in silence for a few moments. It was much too early to straighten out this murkiness. It made his head hurt. On top of that, it seemed that the weyrlings were agitated. They clawed at his mind like a flock of angry wherries.

Through his labored concentration, the nagging feeling of strangeness persisted. He lifted his head just enough to watch as I’dalyn broke away from the weyr and walked out across the bowl, savoring what little reassurance it gave him. Following his rider’s path, Daisulyth was surprised to see the unmistakable form of Baristath huddled in the entryway to the barracks. He rose and stretched his wings, gliding downward effortlessly while I’dalyn sorted through his own newfound confusion.

He shot a curious glance at the Caminar man, sound springing to his lips as he tried to call forth reasons for these occurrences. “Wha-?” Immediately he stopped himself and frowned, standing for a moment in silence before slipping past Baristath and into the chaos of the barracks.

It was no less confusing in there. “What the hell?” He asked belatedly, looking to the unfamiliar girls with a knotted brow. H’gar received a similar expression, the former weyrlingmaster glancing to his charges for an explanation.

Daisulyth, eyes whirling anxiously yellow, landed beside Baristath awkwardly. What has happened to our younglings? [/color] He questioned the older brown, folding his wings along his back in a series of twitches that would make any normal dragon cringe. Daisulyth was a bundle of nerves in his confusion, mind racing and muscles tensing visibly under his hide.