Mournful Keening, A blue is murdered

Seera sat in her weyr oiling Expedith. The Blue was growing like a weed still. Even tho he was considered an adult. She was humming a wordless tune while she worked. They were sitting on their ledge as the midday sun shone in. It was a warm late summer day and clear as a whistle. The blue was humming his contentment as his hide was being oiled and the itchy patches worked out of it.

Unseen a figure had slipped into the weyr late at night, on foot. It had managed to get past the night guard and hide in an empty weyr until the next day. Then it slipped into Seera's weyr unnoticed and listened to the woman humming. It reminded him of a past life, an old love. And suddenly he was back there, his rage returning as he remembered that night. the pain returned as he thought of her leaving him. She'd been the last thing he'd loved and she left him alone. In a blind rage he pulled his dagger from his belt and ran silently to the girl where she sat caring for her dragon. Just before he reached them he draw and other dagger and with blades in both hands and began stabbing the pair. Within seconds both the dragon and his rider were dead on their ledge. Yet the killer kept stabbing and stabbing. Then when a dragon picked up a keen alerting the weyr to the death. He ran fast and hide deep in the tunnels under the weyr. All he'd left behind were the two dead bodies and a bloody dagger. The symbol of Lyer carved into the handle.

I saw you eyeing that male rider today...

"So what?"

The only man that can come close to being worthy of you is the rider who's Bronze will win my Flight in the future.

Frowning, the woman tilted her head back to peer up at her dazzling companion, who hovered her head in a fashion that she looked down at Hers with one eye. The two were curled up together on Lillith's couch that was abundant with furs and plush pillows, taking some time to be with just each other.

"What makes you so sure a Bronze will Fly you, my dear?"

Because I say so. I will expect no less. Even a bronze, however, must prove his worth to sire my clutch.


This conversation came as a surprise to Vay. This was the first time she ever talked about her Flying. She peered at the Gold's hide, but it didn't seem to glow anymore than it usually did. She was going to open her mouth for a smart retort when Lillith stiffened. Then, suddenly, she was on her paws. Get on! Now!

Not questioning, Vay scrambled on and clung on tight as Lillith charged for the lip of they Weyr. As her great wings flashed brilliantly in the sunlight, Lillith let out a pained cry. No! We are too late! Expedith is gone. Lillith's unnatural sorrow gripped Vay tightly, making her breath catch in her chest as they gold alighted in the blue's Weyr. Somehow Vay managed to slide off of Lillith and stumble to the two corpses, not even noticing all the blood around them. She didn't even notice Lillith's sudden burning anger as she gazed down at the woman and blue.

They...had been stabbed to death...! What, how? Vay knelt by the murderous weapon and, yet again, her breath caught. The mark of Lyer Weyr was upon the blade. "Lillith...contact...contact Junoth and the Weyrwoman. Do not tell them what to do," she snapped, lifting out of her daze as she glared at her bonded. "Let Junoth call the Weyr to order to see if they can catch the murderer."

Lillith flared her nostrils, but managed to oblique. Junoth, Mine and I are here with Expedith and His...we found a dagger from Lyer Weyr. She didn't have to say the blue was dead. Every dragon knew.

The impact was surprising, jolting the Neora Weyrwoman from her sleep. Quickly she peered at her topaz's perch, where she sat wailing the loss of the Weyr, a loss so unexpected that the rider herself was wholly unprepared for the sorrow that attacked and she almost began wailing with her dragon. It wasn't surprising really, the queen's Flight had been nearly ten months ago her choice rather a shock to the Weyrwoman. Senior Weyrwoman. It had always had a nice ring to it when it floated through her mind, but now that ring was gone, replaced by sorrow and confusion. Why would a dragon so suddenly die?

"Junoth, who was it?" she asked, slipping out of bed, shivering in the night air. She was only in her nightgown. And no other body to warm her. Ugh. The rider reached her hand out toward the giant topaz, grateful they had managed to make the weyr bigger for her bulk in such a short time, she may be a topaz rider but she wasn't cruel. Her hand quickly pulled back as a scream of rage broke from the topaz.

Seera and Expedith!! Murdered! Murdered by LYER! her mind voice was a scream, a bellow and the rider flinched from it even as she quickly scrambled onto the topaz's back. With another bellow, bringing the Weyr out of its sorrow, Junoth took off into the night even as the rider gathered her wits.

Junoth we need to catch the murder, send out the Wings and have them start a sweep, he can't have gone far, she mused to herself, Wake the Caverns as well, have them searching and making klah for all.

With a rumbled agreement Junoth sent out the orders with a quick, WAKE IF YOU ARE NOT AND LISTEN!, before coming up beside Expideth's weyr and allowing Hers to slip off her back and inside, before trying to find a perch for herself so she could peer in. Annoyed that the younger gold's bulk could fit in the the weyr. Really, even flying Hers down had been a pain. Grumbling to herself, Junoth settled about, digging her claws into the stone wall, allowing her neck to reach in so she could peer at the blue even as her wings extended to keep her placed.

I can't hold this pose for long Rosannamine. she commented annoyed, tail lashing below her and more than likely being seen in the below two weyrs, actually.... Yes this ledge did quite well for a step, thank you.

Yes I know, Rosanna chuckled to herself, finding her dragon's position quite comical before seeing the rider and dragon's body.

"Where's the proof of Lyer?" she asked brusquely. She had always liked Anya, she never had an argument with her, so why now? Why would Anya do this? Possibly starting another Weyr disagreement? Ilterith was gone and this... this was deadglowed.