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[blueaid]

Between them, Z'dayi and Anayeli comprised two very different views on what had transpired overnight.

Z'dayi fell back onto his cot in resolute, obstinate refusal to cope with this situation this early in the morning. That brief twinge of pride from Tremaith-- The calm certainty that his weyrling can do anything if he'll just put his mind to it! A bronzerider, the concept of it, is within Z'dayi's grasp. Why will he not just meet these expectations? And the weyrling's answer: Let it go. I ain't that.-- dissipated when the man fell back amid his rumpled bedclothes. There was no chance to sleep again, not after all this, but he laid with his hands laced behind his head. Listening. Thinking. Girls in the barracks-- one of them not bad-looking-- but... Mumbled, "I ain't doing a single shardin' lap till I'dalyn tells me I gotta." He sniffed for emphasis.

And Anayeli. The calm certainty from Baristath was passed along through Ptolemeth, of course, with the young green picking up airs from the weyrlingmaster's dragon. Don't worry, little Ana. He'll straighten it out for us right away, just be calm.[/i][/color] But she couldn't... she couldn't... get her head around it. Genet was so happy, so ready to be jubilant about this. And she felt a stab of joy deep down inside, yes, felt herself kenning to the completeness that Ptolemeth offered her, but she so vividly remembered leaving the sands alone, the long five months in between when she felt adrift, cut off, uncertain.

Could life, memories, existence simply change like that? Overnight? How!

She slipped out of her bed, she hugged her arms around herself, she looked at the barracks for an uncertain moment, and she approached H'gar with bare feet slapping across the stone floor. This-- this tentativeness, this confusion, this was as unfamiliar to her as waking up here. Her usual confidence, her surety was rocked by the disconnected chain of events, and she faced the man with a shaky breath, with dark eyes clouded in silent doubt.

She needed answers. Or she was going to crack.

[Invisible]

Yes, calm down Baristath sent to Xyruth with all the force of a dragon nearly fifty turns of age to one not yet one. He expected to be obeyed and in that smooth dark voice there was a hint of spice that promised punishment if he was not. I have no idea why you ask for Daisulyth now, but you would do well to remember who is your teacher here. Do not make me tell H’gar you and yours play a silly game right now. We expect to be obeyed the same today as yesterday. Blues the brown thought with a mental snort. If it was not one it was another. He sent H’gar a sigh and passed on what he was being told. Why do they ask of Daisulyth, H’gar? These pesky blues. Daisulyth? I’dalyn? I’ve no idea, Baristath. Perhaps they thought it would be fun. Part of this prank or something? Just keep them calm, old buddy. We’ll get to the bottom of this.

The aged brown focused on Paleoth’s comment now. Just remain calm, Paleoth. We are here now. We’re going to get to the bottom of this. Remain calm and keep your rider calm. This is some prank or something and we will settle it. The Daisulyth comments needed to be dealt with. Baristath had no idea why they thought I’dalyn’s dragon would have any say here. He lifted his head higher and addressed all the young dragons at once. I do not know why you speak of Daisulyth and his rider. If this is some prank H’gar and myself will not be pleased. My rider is kind, but he will not have his authority over you challenged in such a fashion. You must listen to him. There. That should do it. What a morning!

Or not since the brown in question was appearing at his doorstep. Ah, Daisulyth. My apologies if our younglings awoke you. They play some prank I think. I did not realize they would bother you in their silliness. You needn’t worry. We shall deal with them. I apologize for this. His tone was very much ‘nothing to see here, move along.’ He had more important concerns than some snoopy brown. Ptolemeth and Anquilith were getting the majority of his attention. Tell me what you remember he sent to the two greens. Tell me who upset your riders. We mustn’t upset them now. You know better. You are too grown to be upsetting them. What happened, younglings? After that he sent a quick message to Tremaith. Your rider needs to be up now. He will be punished if he disobeys us this day. You must get him up.

And through all of this H’gar waited for his two female charges with a calm expression. That confusion roiled underneath this was not something for his weyrlings to know. Whatever was going on they were nowhere near his age and not likely to get one over on him. He waited for Anayeli and Genet quietly until there was an intrusion in his space. Turning his head he nodded once to I’dalyn. “Ah, some silly game and it dragged you up as well? I do apologize. Quite the bunch for my first time out. Rowdy lot, but that’s fine. I can work with that! My apologies to you and Daisulyth and you can go back your beds. There’ll be no more bothering you from the weyrlings, lad. I’ll make sure of it. Some extra laps to work the fever of a prank off ‘em!” He grinned a wide, easy going grin that was his trademark and turned back to the approaching girls. “Now, now, girls. Ain’t gonna start biting you today when I ain’t been doing it yet.”

He was ignoring I’dalyn an indication that the young man should leave. Just because his father had been weyrlingmaster did not mean he could just barge in after all. “Anayeli, lass?” he said to the girl. “What’s the matter now? This is not like you at all. Did one of the boys bother you? You two remember what I told you about that, right? You can’t let them give you a hard time.” He looked at Genet to see if she was bothered, but he could never really tell with her. He took that to mean she was going to be fine and focused on the other girl. “Shall we get you a cup of cocoa, girl? Would you like to sit with me and talk about whatever it is that’s bothering you?”




Genet was bothered truth be told, but she wasn’t going to show it. Ugh. And have people think her weak? That was not happening. Besides Anquilith was right here with her and she would find a way to make do. As she listened to H’gar talk to Anayeli she wondered if she should be more bothered by it? You are fine, Genet. And then the green was quiet as she listened to something else. Genet? Kalpeth is looking for you. One of the others asked me why they were bothered and she did not speak to me. Is she cross at me? We have not met yet. If Genet was acting odd before the sudden whoop of excitement only added to it. “Yes, yes, yes! They are back! He’s home! Pleeeeeease, H’gar? Please can I go see G’tet? Pleeeeeease?”

The weyrlingmaster (that would be H’gar) shook his head. “No, Genet. Not until I sort out what’s going on. He’ll be by to see you soon enough I am sure. Just be patient.” When she looked ready to complain he added, “Be patient and I’ll let you have the evening free to catch up.” He paused and considered the wily girl. “With your brother.” No sense letting her think she could sneak off with that Caminar lad. Tell Kalpeth we’ll get all evening free to catch up. Tell her that I am so, so, so glad him and Aleda are back and Silvio will be too and we have to all meet and tell him to come seeeeee me!

That is a lot, Genet. But I will pass it on. The dark green ignored the chaos around her and stretched out to an unfamiliar dragon. My pardons, Kalpeth. I am Anquilith. I was told you searched for Genet? In the feeding pens the more than flighty green lifted a red rimmed muzzle before going back to eating. Yes, Anquilith. Have we met? I do not know you. I am Kalpeth! In the weyrling barracks Anquilith did not seem bothered by this answer or was too busy propping Genet up to worry for the moment. We have not met. I was born while you were away. You seek Genet. She is here with me. We are fine. We are well although she is confused this morning. She will meet your G’tet this evening. I would like to meet him as well. Tell him so, please. And Kalpeth, confused by this young green who claimed to be Genet’s finished her eating before passing the message along.

[Xinnai]

Salina was used to small-scale riots and crisis going on when she slept. It came with being cooped up with a mob of half-grown teenage boys. While the confusion was going on rife around her, she slept, undisturbed, curled into a neat little ball beneath her blankets, undisturbed for now by the situation at hand.

Her gold, however, was a different story. Deoneth sat with rapt attention beside the queenrider's cot, listening to everything and absorbing it all. She had awoken early and with extreme confusion. There were vague memories tickling at the back of her mind, memories of a time before this that...didn't make sense.

She did not seem to be the only one affected by this strangeness. All of the humans were up and about, making commotion and speaking. They did not know either. So Deoneth listened, in case one of them came up with some explanation. Anything. Anything that could explain how she could remember Salina being the only female within the barracks and now, suddenly, there were two others amidst the males. She could remember them being here also. Was it possible?

Salina was on the edge between waking and sleeping, stretching out into consciousness, reaching towards, loathe to leave the warmth of the dream she'd been having. But she automatically responded to the words directed her way, as she always did the few times she slept in. The little queenrider sat up on her cot, the blankets puddled around her waist. Eyes were a drowsy, dark gray and her hair a static mass evidence of her last spent hours.

Her mind caught up then, a frown touching at her lips as she knuckled at one eye. That had not been I’dalyn. She had not known that voice, the one that had demanded of obedience. I’dayln would never have said to get up that way. He would have been expected them up and dressed already. Brow still wrinkled at this new development, eyes opened for the first time to greet the morning light-and stared.

Had she just seen two girls leaving? Her thoughts floundered. One of her fellow weyrlings wouldn’t have had a cuddle buddy, not here at least. And…had that been Genet? Salina felt the haze of memories flicking like file folders in her mind. A torrent of images and words and snapshots of her past few months flickered into her mind. Yes, she had spoken with Genet…at the Hatching.

Not here. Not at lessons. Not with a pretty little green in tow. The girl pressed a hand to her forehead, eyes squeezing shut to stop the flood of information. She hadn’t recognized the other girl. She’d never spoken to her, had only vaguely seen her at the Hatching. But…she had talked with her! Several times. A headache pressed at her skull, threatening to overtake her.


"What’s going on?” Had she been sick? Was that what this was? She’d been overtaken by some deadly sickness and these half-memories, evidence of some odd double life, were just a result of fevered dreams. Was that even possible?

Eyes fixed to Ez’ki like he was a life raft within this overwhelming confusion, her words still hanging. Z’dayi would have to hit her for them. Her forehead was wrinkled with thought, eyes dazed by this…whatever this was. More pressing, however, was the gold that was bound to her. The one who might be able to make sense of this entire mess.

I remember too, Salina-mine. I remember Anquilith and Ptolemeth once belonged to others. Males. And now they are with those like you. But…they weren’t. I can also remember them being with their two riders. Deoneth’s perplexity was evident in her words, just as clear as it was on her rider’s face.

Salina threw her blankets off, feet tangling within them as she hopped down. The normally graceful weyrwoman caught herself in mid-trip, but rushed on, eyes grabbing at Ez’ki even as her hands did, fingers biting into his arms like steel traps. He would make sense of this. He always did. “What’s going on?”

She looked at the other weyrlings about, seeing the same bemused expression on most of their faces. Was she going mad? Had they all eaten something that had affected them so? I’dalyn was there; she could see him on the outer edges of her vision, enraged. Confused. What had happened here?

[blueaid]

Placidity disturbed by what seemed to be the most distraught reaction-- aside maybe from one of those newfangled girl greenriders-- Z'dayi peeked open one eye and peered after the goldrider. "Take a breath, Salina-darling. Nobody knows what's goin' on yet, and nobody's gonna for a while is my guess." See? He could be compassionate. Or maybe it was all just hinged on the who-he's-made-out-with factor. Hard to say, hard to say.

His eyes followed the two "new" girls now, stuck to them while this pseudo-Weyrlingmaster addressed them, attempted to calm them, dealt with them. Better H'gar than Z'dayi, that's all he knew for sure!

Which was a fair sight more than Anayeli knew. Her expression got even worse at the "not like you" part, screwed up in an unpretty wrench of confusion and disbelief. "I don't know who you are!" she proclaimed with adamant dismay. "And I don't know-- I don't know what's going on. I don't belong here, neither of us do. She's not-- she's not--" But, looking at freckled Ptolemeth with her eyes whirling a little faster, her mood picking up the continued, angry, lost confusion from her new-rider, the girl couldn't bring herself to say flat out 'she's not mine.'

She fell silent again, shaking her head, trying to understand and unlikely to get there any time soon. The words from across the room-- 'Nobody knows what's going on.'-- rang painfully true. Cracked.

[Invisible]

There was just too much going on right now for H’gar to get the girls calmed down. Baristath? I’m gonna send ‘em out to the bowl. You keep an eye on them for me. Maybe separating them was the best way to deal with it right now. A wise idea, H’gar. We will get to the bottom of this commotion that interrupted out sleep.

“Alright, listen up!” H’gar shouted over any and all noise in the barracks. “If yer names ain’t Anayeli or Genet I want you dressed and running laps in five minutes. You don’t stop til you’re told to and you don’t talk to anyone while you’re doing it.” Adding to this command Baristath sent to all the dragonets Let’s go, younglings. We’ll go to the lake where you can all get a good scrubbing when they are done. He expected to be obeyed as much as H’gar did and it showed in the rich dark tone of his voice.

As he waited for the weyrlings to leave H’gar listened to Anayeli with increasing concern. “Anayeli, lass. Did you hit your head last night? A fall perhaps? That might explain why you’re not remembering me.” Or maybe it was that she was a girl on a fighting dragon something he still did not find entirely appropriate. “Bear with me, lass,” he told Anayeli while keeping an eye on Genet as well. “Maybe you’re funning an old man? H’gar, lass. Baristath is over there and we been your weyrlingmaster for the last five months. Shall I fetch a healer? You belong here no matter what some might say. You were chosen on the sands same as the lads and don’t take no guff for it.” That’s what he told them. Take no guff for it. For five months he’d been dealing with them. H’gar might sometimes be unsure how to act with his female greenriders, but he’d torn into any of the lads who said the wrong thing. They weren’t delicate like the weyrwoman, but they were still girls.

[anhydrous]

H'gar's response did nothing to clear the air. I'dalyn still stood his ground, his arms crossed awkwardly as he frowned -confused as ever. Why was he being dismissed? When the older brownrider started barking orders I'dalyn almost protested, stilling his lips when he finally noticed that H'gar was wearing the weyrlingmaster knot.

"Wait a minuet," he sputtered instantly, a puzzled stone statue springing to life. What the hell was going on? He'd fallen asleep with the knot on his desk, how did H'gar have it? What?! "Have I been replaced?" He demanded, more confused than frustrated. This was wrong. Was it some sort of joke? "The last time I checked, this lot was under my control!" He exclaimed in exasperation, catching a few weyrling eyes for confirmation. What madness had consumed the weyr?

Unfortunately, Daisulyth was equally confused and quite a bit more agitated. He rustled his wings and recoiled, the whirl of his eyes deepening to a dangerous goldenrod. He did not like that there was misunderstanding clouding the air, and he did not like how dismissively he was being treated. This was his place. His rider's place. They had been tending these little ones since their hatching! What in the shards of Faranth's shell was going on?

While it was doubtful that the brown's aura of frustration was doing anyone any good, I'dalyn could not take the time to soothe him. He almost expected the great beast to fly off to his mate, but it seemed that even that would not cheer him now. Disruption did not pair well with the poor creature.

[Invisible]

The old brownrider had little desire to deal with I’dalyn and whatever had gotten into him. His weyrlings were acting abnormally and that was more important. He needed to get to the bottom of this and whatever the old weyrlingmaster’s son was up to it was going to find his nerve if it didn’t stop soon. He took a deep breath to remain calm as he had no desire to upset the girls and then looked at I’dalyn. “Whatever it is you’ve been drinking, lad, I suggest next time trying something else. There ain’t no change of anything.”

Baristath made note of Daisulyth and sent a quiet warning to his rider before he shifted his own considerable bulk to try to keep himself between the younger brown and his charges. If there was a ruckus he wouldn’t have his younglings bothered.

“I’ve been weyrlingmaster since before these little fellows broke shell, I’dalyn. And if it’s weyrlingmaster you want to be some day when I retire I suggest you learn some restraint now.” H’gar lowered his voice and cast a glance around at the barracks to make sure the weyrlings were doing as he said. “Come on, lad. Get yourself together. You have a problem I suggest you wait until I’ve sorted this out before speaking to me of it. If you don’t want to wait then I suggest you speak to the weyrleader as it was him appointed me here half a turn ago.” He grinned at I’dalyn and then said, “Go on now then, please. You’re not helping things here.”

Baristath? there was worry in H’gar’s voice his brown was not used to. H’gar. I do not know what is going on, but I fear Daisulyth might create a problem. Aye, that’s my worry too, Baristath. Do me a favor and see if Jordeth might be able to come lend some assistance should it be needed? He hated to do that. Go running to the lad for help, but he worried about the situation getting more out of control. As he waited he hollered to the weyrlings, “You got three minutes. You don’t get your exercise running laps you’ll do it mucking and scrubbing. Your call. There you go!”

And while H’gar encouraged the weyrlings Baristath resigned himself to call out to the weyrleader’s dragon. My apologies, Jordeth on interrupting your morning, but there’s a bit of a problem over here with I’dalyn and Daisulyth. I worry about the effect it’ll have on the younglings.

[neopanther]

I don’t care how old you are or aren’t, I as all the others deserve equal respect. Ideas above his station again displayed towards the brown Baristath.

Xyruth! For shards sake shut up for a moment. Please. When no one knows what is going on for Faranth’s sake hold your tongue will you? The minor flash of rage was enough to quieited the blue for the time being.

But we were always told to treat others how you wish to be treated.[/color] The blue whined softly.

Daisulyth finally came into their mental grasps, Daisulyth! Please, what is going on here? That old brown wants to tell me what to do, I don’t like it, he assumes authority where it is yours. The young blue had seemed to have adopted his bonded’s fondness of the brown pair. In a good way.

Ez’ki turned to T’rad, he sighed. What the hell? So T’rad hadn’t seen them either? Hmmm this was a mystery. A mystery he intended to unravel if only slightly. “Right, we’ll search for them.” He whispered.

Salina entered the room. He gave the best effort of a grin that he could – only half dressed by this stage – but thankfully missing the sheet, and supporting a pair of trousers. He was tugging his boots on in a crane-ish fashion. Red hair streaming down before him as he did so. He opened his mouth to speak but Z’dayi was there before him. He listened, but he heard no more than a few words into it. Darling. Did he honestly just say that? Now he thought about it, he’d heard a few whispers back a while, that the bronze junior was kissing the weyrwoman-to-be. He had dismissed it initially, thhoughgt it folly. But... perhaps there was some truth. Another matter to investigate. Oh, the tremendous fun. He was becoming a regular Harper at this rate! Suspicion subsided as he chose to explain a little of what had happened to the newly arrived, “Sassie, basically, this old fool H’gar, is claiming he’s the Weyrlingmaster. Second – and more oddly, Genet and Ana are now green riders, impressed to R’sen and H’fador’s”

I think that was the other way around.
What?
Genet is with H’fador’s and R’sens is now Ana’s.
Regardless! Ez’ki continued on despite his dragon’s interruption and his own momentary silence,
“But none know where R’sen and H’fador are, and the senile old brown seems to believe this is ‘normal’, Z’dayi just wants to sleep, though that seems to have changed since your arrival,” He added in a mildly cutting voice, “T’rad is as confused as I, and well, everything has quite frankly gone doo-lallie.”He surmised, trying to keep a smile as he sat back onto his cot, still bare chested, and not really caring. In the background, H’gar was sannouncing he wanted them all in the bowl, running laps.

I wish he’d shut up, I didn’t think rider’s could go senile.
They’re only human too Ez’ki. the blue chuckled as though highlighting his bonded’s species’ weakness.

But an idea struck. Bowl? Laps? He conceded far too easily. He rose – pulling on a very loose tunic over his head, making a half arsed effort to tuck it in, he stood. Tell all the weyrlings that we should just go, but when were there, we won’t run, we should look for the lads. Ez’ki expressed, it suited him, that way they looked as though they were doing as asked – at least initially, but they would also solve a little of the mystery that surrounded today. If they were lucky of course.
Duly, he gave a message to respective weyrlings, excluding the girls Ez’ki and I think it might be best if we do leave the barracks, but we don’t intend to run, we are planning to look for the former bonded’s of the greens. If you wish to join us, you are welcome to.[/b] His announcement reached none other than those he wanted to hear, weyrlings only. And Daisulyth. He thought – despite Ez’ki not mentioning this, that Daisulyth might actually approve of this.
They had to take a stand at some point, because if they didn’t no one would.

Xyruth grumbled as he rose to his feet for the first time that morning, he stretched, tongue rolling like an over sized cat as he stretched, but as he did he thought it over again.

Baristath said that he expected to be respected the same today as yesterday, but, I do not even remember Baristath from yesterday Ez’ki. Is my memory fading?[/i] To only his bonded,

No, nor do I. And my memory’s got pretty good clarity. Today is a very topsy-turvy day Xyruth, I think we will be lucky if confusion doesn’t slaughter us before nightfall.

[blueaid]

Getting either weyrling or rider to explain what was going on to either of the Weyrlingmaster dragons was likely to be difficult. Anayeli kept looking at H'gar with that unbroken confusion, with her pretty brows knitted together. That he was being kind, patient, familiar with her only made it worse. "But-- you're wrong. I don't know you. At all. I don't know why you think you know me!"

Beside her, in this circus of confusion, Ptolemeth flicked her freckled wings and tilted her head and watched everthing with puzzled detachment. She told Baristath, I know another rider. A boy. But... I can't find him now. I think maybe he isn't mine now, and he won't be anymore. But I think I'm happy with my Ana. But she's not so happy right now.[/b][/color] Her confusion came across comically, as if she found all this more entertaining than alarming, even the bewilderment of her rider.

[Xinnai]

Salina released her grip on Ez'ki to scrub her hands over her face, her weariness and bemusement coming across quite clearly. "I know, Ez. I know they were H'sen's and H'fador's. I know that H'gar is claiming to be the weyrlingmaster now." Eyes peeked over her slender fingers, deep gray with agitation as she let her hands drop to her sides. "I don't know what's going on. And apparently no one else does either."

She didn't notice Ez'ki's cutting tone about Z'dayi. Her gaze sought him out, finding him sprawled across his cot, insolent as ever and just as lazy. She felt minor admiration for his apparent languor. He didn't seem to be as concerned. "I've figured as much, Z'dayi." She sighed and slumped against the cot opposite Ez'ki's, not caring for its absent occupant overly much.

Run laps? Cheeks puffed out into a large sigh. Well then. She sent a look to Ez and turned, returning to her own cot. She'd get dressed, at the very least. Such a ritual might help her mind to return.

Salina-mine. Xyruth and his Mine suggest we go to the bowl but not run. They would wish to look for...[/color] Deoneth paused and Salina, dragging on a pair of soft dun-colored breeches beneath her tunic, frowned and sent a look towards her.
To look for?
I would say Ptolemeth's and Anquilith's, but that appears not be be the case. It would be their...former riders now. The sound of it sounded odd, the very idea of it frightening. The same tenor of emotion reached Salina. The girl dropped to the floor. She'd just wear the same blasted tunic. Picking up a comb, she brushed through her hair before fingers were deftly weaving it into a braid.
I don't know what we're to do, but for now I say we should listen to H'gar.
I would agree.

Ready as she could be at such a time, the queenrider gained her feet. On her way to join Ez'ki and his blue, she stopped by Z'dayi, pushing at his foot lightly. "Are you going to join us?" The tone was one of questioning, but seemed to be phrased within a demand and a plea at once. If she were by the bronzer, she might be able to borrow some of his serenity. It'd be helpful at least.

[dragon]

T'rad shook his head. He didn't want to outright disrespect anyone. Though it was strange to follow H'gar's orders in the first place, they couldn't help but comply until they had free time of their own to search for them. Outright refusal of authority wasn't the way to go about this.

Paleoth mimicked his rider's thoughts to words as he responded to Xyruth. T'radmine does not like this idea. He'd rather search on his free time rather than outright disobey. Even though he's sure I'dalyn is our authority, he wishes to comply for now. Nothing in those words said they wouldn't though, and Paleoth certainly let his response to Xyruth be heard to others. It was another option to consider. Do they outright refuse an order from a supposed authoritative figure or outright refuse and go on a man hunt? He could see worse chores than washing clothes should they do the latter. Still. Even T'rad didn't know the right answers and responses for this type of situation. Nobody ever prepared him for a shift in reality, a paradox.

[blueaid]

Serenity. What a nice term for it. Z'dayi didn't exactly look serene so much as... unfettered. The drama of the barracks was unusual, certainly, and it had arrested the bronzeling out of what was probably (knowing him) a very pleasant dream, but he wasn't involved enough to let it overtake his resolution to do his own thing. So he answered Salina with a smirk, with his eyes attached brightly to the dueling Weyrlingmasters; "Don't sound like I got much of a choice, sweeting. Help me up." As if Salina were of a size to be hauling him bodily from his bed, he held an arm up and flailed about as if to catch her hand with it.

It was in the process of this flailing that something of Ez'ki's tone penetrated his self-inflicted haze. And he chuckled at it, as unbruised by the bluerider's implications as by everything else. "Sorry if I ain't as keen to climb outta bed for your ugly mug, Ez'ki. You blame a man that he perks up for a pretty girl nowadays?" At the words pretty-girl, he looked pointedly first at Salina, then across the barracks to where the two "new girls" were trying to straighten things out. With one hand braced behind him, with the other out still for the goldrider to haul him up, he pushed to a seat and swung his legs around so his feet hit the floor.

"Shells, I hope this don't mean we're takin' run-laps orders twice over," he added, glancing toward dutiful T'rad to gauge the reaction around the barracks to following H'gar's orders, to shifting authority so readily from I'dalyn to H'gar. And Tremaith... the threadbare wisp of humor, of amusement, of mockery from the spinnerwebs-and-dust bronze dragonet. He thinks the idea of Z'dayi following anyone's orders is comical, let alone the orders of two Weyrlingmasters at once. Wordlessly, entertained, he lets his rider know full well that he thinks it might even be good for him, to answer to not one man but two. Work ethic, perhaps?[/i] Z'dayi resolutely ignored his dragon.

[Xinnai]

Salina sent Z'dayi an acerbic look at his question for assistance. She, at least, apparently seemed to realize that he was about twice the size of her. Eyes were rolling then-the man was such a comedian-she grasped at his hand, helping him in whatever way she did to aid him to a sitting position. He seemed to do most of it anyway. She then plopped onto the cot beside him, smiling at Ez'ki in assurance she'd be with him in a moment. Elbow was lightly dug into Z'dayi's side, a slight pain.

"Don't tell me you'll be panting all over those two, Zee," she said lightly, ribbing him for his comment on the pretty girls. He, at least, seemed to realize she was one. She doubted many of the others with in the barracks did. "They are greens after all. You realize what that means."

At his next little comment, her eyes drifted toward T'rad as well. She hadn't talked much with the bluerider, an oversight she hoped to correct. Z'dayi's remark did seem to hit true, though. The boy was uncommonly dutiful. Eyes still on him, she turned slowly back to Z'dayi, voice absentminded. "Hurry up and get dressed. I don't want to be here when that all blows up." Gaze turned pointedly to the two weyrlingmasters. She most definitely did not want to be around here much longer.

[Invisible]

Little Xyruth Baristath begins with an amused patient tone Perhaps when you are older and have learned how it is proper to behave you will earn respect. Until then you must respect your elders so they might teach you all you need to know. Another mental sigh was shared with the brown and his rider. Xyruth was such a chore as was his rider. H’gar wondered if he would learn before or after he got transferred out Weyr. He would just have to try harder to make the lad see what a fool he was being. “Less talking and more walking, lads. Salina, hop to it now, miss. You’re supposed to be setting an example.” He impressed that upon her as often as he could.

H’gar looked around the barracks and wondered why it had to be this morning K’houry was not here. The old greenrider would certainly come in handy rousting these kids out into the bowl. Between I’dalyn’s apparent mental collapse, the usual weyrling shenanigans, and the breakdown of his two girls it was going to be a crazy day. We will get through it Baristath assured his rider. We always do, old Baristath. You are older than I, old H’gar.

But the interplay with his rider stopped when Ptolemeth spoke to him. Baristath gave the little green all of his attention when she spoke. She has been your Ana for as long as I have known you the brown reassures the green. He speaks to Ptolemeth and Anquilith now as he tries to shield them from the mess going on with the others and especially Daisulyth. You mustn’t worry about these other riders you remember. You must just remember who you are with now because I assure you both I have no recollection of any others than Anayeli and Genet being your riders. The old brown sounded so sure and completely convinced of his words he had to hope that was enough. It was enough anyway for Anquilith who told the brown and the other green It was him and now it is her. I am fine with that. Genet is happy. She is confused, but happy.

Genet was happy and mostly confused about why Anayeli was bothered so much. It was…weird this change of events because she remembered leaving the sands alone and remembered doing non-weyrling things for the last five months, but now? Now she remembered weyrlinghood as well. It was strange, but she saw two options. Freak out or accept it and move on. The second one sounded much better. Much more fun at least. Still she felt some sympathy for Anayeli and spoke up, “Excuse me, sir? Could we maybe be allowed to go get dressed and then talk to you? I would feel much better trying to sort this out in something other than my nightdress.” If she could buy them time maybe that would help. Or else the other girl was likely to have some sort of break down right now.

H’gar looked from Genet to Anayeli and then to Anquilith and Ptolemeth. “That’s a good idea, girl. You two get dressed and come to my office. I’ll put the others to their drills.” Baristath? Get that lazy K’houry down here already and tell him I need him. Baristath, busy watching the weyrlings reached out for the old green. Finneth? We need you and your rider down here now. There is some sort of problem. And Daisulyth is here and acting oddly. As is his rider. I do not know. It is odd and we cannot do this alone.

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T'rad looked over to Z'dayi. "All I know is we don't need to dig the hole deeper by direct defiance. We're just weyrlings. We've little...influence...", T'rad drew out the last sentence as realization hit him and he turned to Salina. If anyone had influence, it was the jr. weyrwoman. "Though, not all of us", he spoke again as he looked directly at her. He was definently implying something. If anyone could bend ears, it had to be her. He let the thought drop, allowing the goldrider to mull over it and come up with her own ideas. "At any rate. I'm listening for now. I'd rather look for those two on my own time", a simple suggestion, they could listen or not. Far be it for a bluerider to have to take charge and set any kind of example. That wouldn't set well with anyone. But he did make it clear what he was doing. His tone also implied that he planned to go through with this regardless of anyone's decision. They could choose not to listen to H'gar, they could choose not to search for the missing former weyrlings. But T'rad laid himself a clear path and for the sake of his own sanity, he needed to stay the course with clear determination. He wore his mask well.

Paleoth nudged his rider, a clear sign that he agreed with his bonded and was satisfied that he was overcoming irrational thought with clear determination. T'rad didn't say another word. He wasn't taking any sort of command, he wasn't telling them what to do, but his own mind was made up. He walked out quietly as Paleoth followed. T'rad was heading for the bowl, where he was told to be. Paleoth was making his way to the lake, where he was told to be.