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| where = Minds of Dragons, High Reaches Weyr/Fort Weyr
| what = Hraedhyth reaches out to Elaruth and makes plans for their riders to speak.
| when = Day 2, Month 4, Turn 30
| gamedate = 2012.11.14
| quote = << Hraedhyth. >>
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| categories = The Assassination of Iolene By The Coward I'kris
| mentions = K'del
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| log = Dragon> To Elaruth, Hraedhyth's presence is unmistakeably, suddenly ''there''. No time (or is it energy?) for subtlety, the younger queen makes herself known right away. Her presence is heavy without adding pressure, dark smoke covers her thoughts and mood, unintentionally hidden. It is her plight, kept seperate rather than pollute the hazy memory of Elaruth's mist. She waits, pensive drums echoing in the distance.

Dragon> Is is that she waits for words or an announcement of intent that prevents Elaruth from putting voice to any enquiry as to the younger queen's presence? One moment, two, another, waiting until shallow water might convey those distant drums with the tiniest of all but unnoticeable ripples and it becomes more apparent that heaviness is not going away; that drums are not fading. << Hraedhyth. >> A mere murmur, low, laced with a cool breeze. (Elaruth to Hraedhyth)

Dragon> It could be some misguided attempt at restraint that has Hraedhyth hesitant to go tromping through the marshes ''this'' time. << Elaruth. >> ''Matriarch''. The weight carries in her voice, low register even lower, nearly beyond words. Felt. << Mine wishes to speak with Yours. >> Fire concealed by the smoke, she continues to keep her distance, << We understand if you refuse us. >> At any time, but given the events at High Reaches, even she understands that the safety of Fort comes first. (Hraedhyth to Elaruth)

Dragon> To Hraedhyth, Elaruth offers no immediate response, touch going distant, the marshes themselves vanishing beneath mist as one thread of communication is kept up whilst conference is held with another. Presumably Hattie. << She says you may visit tomorrow. >> The words are there before the marshes fade back in the subtle rustle of tall grasses. << In the afternoon. >> It's impossible to tell whose mind produces the stipulations that follow, so much does one agree with the other. << You must be careful and quiet. Some of our little ones are... sensitive. >> Some more than others. << And you must not bring /him/. Cadejoth's. >>

Dragon> To Elaruth, Hraedhyth is patient. Unnervingly so. The drums never change, a steady thumping that has become far more instinctual over the past sevens. It could be seen as comforting, to some. << Thank you, Fort Matriarch. >> A spark of something manages to surpass her black smog. << I understand. >> There's an energy to her now, regaining some flicker of hope. It's only when the bronze is mentioned do her drums falter, speeding up for one startled moment. There's something hot and angry in the distance, now. << We will not. You have my word. >> Quickly given, almost hurried, it's difficult to see what exactly has her so heated. Not hard to ''imagine'', however.

Dragon> Unused to /patience/ from Hraedhyth, Elaruth conveys a phantom, gentle nudge when she catches her flicker of hope, a silent and careful 'chin up' gesture accompanied by nothing more than a faint wave of pale sunshine. She ignores hot and angry perhaps for the sake of them both, unwilling to deliberately seek it out or permit more than the distant sense of it through her own defences. << Thank you, Hraedhyth. >> Simple enough. Safe enough. << We will see you both tomorrow. She asks that yours comes to the council room when you arrive. >> (Elaruth to Hraedhyth)

Dragon> Sunshine. It's a warmth that is different from her own flames, yet Hraedhyth welcomes it with open gratitude. There is no attempt to snuff out her growing aggitation, but she puts even more distance between it and Elaruth. << Tomorrow. >> Her orders, though gentle, are understood. The Reachian queen's retreat is as swift as her arrival, the weight she carries with her suddenly gone. (Hraedhyth to Elaruth)

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+| icons = azaylia hraedhyth.jpg
-In the end, it wasn't that difficult.
+| log = Dragon> To Elaruth, Hraedhyth's presence is unmistakeably, suddenly ''there''. No time (or is it energy?) for subtlety, the younger queen makes herself known right away. Her presence is heavy without adding pressure, dark smoke covers her thoughts and mood, unintentionally hidden. It is her plight, kept seperate rather than pollute the hazy memory of Elaruth's mist. She waits, pensive drums echoing in the distance.
-Ali thought she was going to throw up the entire time; felt sure that everyone that looked at her could see the guilt written all over her face before she'd even done anything.
+Dragon> Is is that she waits for words or an announcement of intent that prevents Elaruth from putting voice to any enquiry as to the younger queen's presence? One moment, two, another, waiting until shallow water might convey those distant drums with the tiniest of all but unnoticeable ripples and it becomes more apparent that heaviness is not going away; that drums are not fading. << Hraedhyth. >> A mere murmur, low, laced with a cool breeze. (Elaruth to Hraedhyth)
-But no one was there - it was too late at night.
+Dragon> It could be some misguided attempt at restraint that has Hraedhyth hesitant to go tromping through the marshes ''this'' time. << Elaruth. >> ''Matriarch''. The weight carries in her voice, low register even lower, nearly beyond words. Felt. << Mine wishes to speak with Yours. >> Fire concealed by the smoke, she continues to keep her distance, << We understand if you refuse us. >> At any time, but given the events at High Reaches, even she understands that the safety of Fort comes first. (Hraedhyth to Elaruth)
-Ali brought a bag with her, and counted every mark, to the exact piece. She told herself it was so she could pay it back, but... it was a lot. She would forfeit her pay, of course, maybe even start to dance again to supplement it, but she'd start to ''show'' soon, and that wouldn't do for long.
+Dragon> To Hraedhyth, Elaruth offers no immediate response, touch going distant, the marshes themselves vanishing beneath mist as one thread of communication is kept up whilst conference is held with another. Presumably Hattie. << She says you may visit tomorrow. >> The words are there before the marshes fade back in the subtle rustle of tall grasses. << In the afternoon. >> It's impossible to tell whose mind produces the stipulations that follow, so much does one agree with the other. << You must be careful and quiet. Some of our little ones are... sensitive. >> Some more than others. << And you must not bring /him/. Cadejoth's. >>
-She'd work it out, somehow. But first, there was her brother to rescue.  She'd debated asking someone - K'varl, or maybe E'ten to take her to Bitra, but she knew there'd be worries about her being outside of the Weyr, that it wouldn't be ''safe'' for her. But it was late enough that most were sleeping, and Isyath ''pressed'' the poor watchdragon at Fort not to speak of her departure. A few Turns ago, she'd have felt guilty for that, but it was ''necessary''.
+Dragon> To Elaruth, Hraedhyth is patient. Unnervingly so. The drums never change, a steady thumping that has become far more instinctual over the past sevens. It could be seen as comforting, to some. << Thank you, Fort Matriarch. >> A spark of something manages to surpass her black smog. << I understand. >> There's an energy to her now, regaining some flicker of hope. It's only when the bronze is mentioned do her drums falter, speeding up for one startled moment. There's something hot and angry in the distance, now. << We will not. You have my word. >> Quickly given, almost hurried, it's difficult to see what exactly has her so heated. Not hard to ''imagine'', however.
-Ali hated the way Jesophar smiled at her. Like he ''knew'' she'd done something wrong, knew ''her'' somehow.  Could he? Rey had said her name, but it was a common one, and Bitra was a long way from Fort. She plastered on a fake smile, said the right words, and handed over the marks. Jesophar kept his word, then told them they were both welcome back any time, like he expected them to show up again. Ali walked out stiff-backed, supporting Reyvar.
+Dragon> Unused to /patience/ from Hraedhyth, Elaruth conveys a phantom, gentle nudge when she catches her flicker of hope, a silent and careful 'chin up' gesture accompanied by nothing more than a faint wave of pale sunshine. She ignores hot and angry perhaps for the sake of them both, unwilling to deliberately seek it out or permit more than the distant sense of it through her own defences. << Thank you, Hraedhyth. >> Simple enough. Safe enough. << We will see you both tomorrow. She asks that yours comes to the council room when you arrive. >> (Elaruth to Hraedhyth)
-All that mattered is that he was with her. Her brother.
+Dragon> Sunshine. It's a warmth that is different from her own flames, yet Hraedhyth welcomes it with open gratitude. There is no attempt to snuff out her growing aggitation, but she puts even more distance between it and Elaruth. << Tomorrow. >> Her orders, though gentle, are understood. The Reachian queen's retreat is as swift as her arrival, the weight she carries with her suddenly gone. (Hraedhyth to Elaruth)
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