Post by Tyr on Mar 21, 2014 8:12:49 GMT -5
Tyr sat at the desk in his private quarters with a mug of coffee in hand. Though the drink's aroma awakened his soul, his mind still refused to function. He had been sleepless the night before, his heart heavy with the accusations and terror of some of the Weyr's denizens. Most of the civilians who lived there, people who have served and preserved the ways of the dragons for generations, expressed worry about their Weyrleader bringing a potential death bomb into their home. Some angrily protested the child's presence, while others were suspicious. After all, the dragons had many enemies, so their protectors were determined to keep them safe. There were bounty hunters who would lop the head off a young dragon to earn millions in cash, while exotic traders would steal eggs in hopes to make a fortune out of them in some distant land. While it was true that these feats were very difficult because of the intelligence and ferocity of the dragons, humans tend to have a way with innovation. Dragons that were younger than two years were susceptible to human weapons, and powerful magic would be able to slay them if they were caught before their twentieth year. Even the greatest of beasts have their weaknesses, and it was the job of the people who revere and respect them to keep their numbers from dwindling further.
The Weyrleader looked at the unconscious child on his office's couch. The white-haired girl looked so vulnerable while she slept that Tyr regretted having struck her. How old was this girl? Ten? Twelve? She had been frightened, guilty even, making him wonder about her history. Alas, he had his responsibilities. His people trusted him, but only because they had faith that he would respect the laws. That was his pledge, his promise to his dragon and the kin she belonged to. He could not break that trust. He mustn't.
The dragons' reaction to the girl was an odd dichotomy of anger and placidity. Some, like Orlith, expressed displeasure and held onto the opinion that anything that could endanger their home must be chased out, punished, or worse. The Red Dragons have been the hardest to settle. Being the most violent and defensive of the dragons, they wanted to immediately kill the girl even without knowing what had happened. Others, like the Blues and the Greens were surprisingly at ease, as if the girl was no threat at all. Their opinions mattered little to the Golden Queens of the weyr, however. Ramoth and her daughters were the prime breeding females in this family, and if there was anyone who would be overprotective their lair, it was them. Fortunately, the old Queen was as curious as she was wary. She was certainly powerful enough to defend Mt. Rei against armies if need be, so it was to Tyr's great surprise that the Gold Dragon left judgment to him, alluding to the fact that the simplest way a dragon could resolve the issue was to consume the girl.
She trusted Orlith, Ramoth told him, and if Tyr got the Silver's confidence in whatever decision he comes to, the Weyr would observe and obey it as well.
Of course, this did not make Tyr's job any easier. He didn't want to convict the girl, for she looked far too young to be killed, but at the same time, he knew very little about her and her possible motives. Because of this, he intended to make her tell him her story. Refusing this order might decide her fate for her, so just to be on the safe side, the Weyrleader summoned the journeymen dragonriders that lingered in the Domain.
He sipped his coffee as he looked outside his window. Zephel had always been an honest man. No doubt he would share his sincere opinions about this issue, while Kieru might provide a careful insight. Tyr knew that there were things that even he did not know, in spite of the wisdom that Orlith had shared with him. He hoped that his friend and the woman he had entrusted a dragon egg to would help him out.
[Tag: Zephel, Kieru, and Lilith]
The Weyrleader looked at the unconscious child on his office's couch. The white-haired girl looked so vulnerable while she slept that Tyr regretted having struck her. How old was this girl? Ten? Twelve? She had been frightened, guilty even, making him wonder about her history. Alas, he had his responsibilities. His people trusted him, but only because they had faith that he would respect the laws. That was his pledge, his promise to his dragon and the kin she belonged to. He could not break that trust. He mustn't.
The dragons' reaction to the girl was an odd dichotomy of anger and placidity. Some, like Orlith, expressed displeasure and held onto the opinion that anything that could endanger their home must be chased out, punished, or worse. The Red Dragons have been the hardest to settle. Being the most violent and defensive of the dragons, they wanted to immediately kill the girl even without knowing what had happened. Others, like the Blues and the Greens were surprisingly at ease, as if the girl was no threat at all. Their opinions mattered little to the Golden Queens of the weyr, however. Ramoth and her daughters were the prime breeding females in this family, and if there was anyone who would be overprotective their lair, it was them. Fortunately, the old Queen was as curious as she was wary. She was certainly powerful enough to defend Mt. Rei against armies if need be, so it was to Tyr's great surprise that the Gold Dragon left judgment to him, alluding to the fact that the simplest way a dragon could resolve the issue was to consume the girl.
She trusted Orlith, Ramoth told him, and if Tyr got the Silver's confidence in whatever decision he comes to, the Weyr would observe and obey it as well.
Of course, this did not make Tyr's job any easier. He didn't want to convict the girl, for she looked far too young to be killed, but at the same time, he knew very little about her and her possible motives. Because of this, he intended to make her tell him her story. Refusing this order might decide her fate for her, so just to be on the safe side, the Weyrleader summoned the journeymen dragonriders that lingered in the Domain.
He sipped his coffee as he looked outside his window. Zephel had always been an honest man. No doubt he would share his sincere opinions about this issue, while Kieru might provide a careful insight. Tyr knew that there were things that even he did not know, in spite of the wisdom that Orlith had shared with him. He hoped that his friend and the woman he had entrusted a dragon egg to would help him out.
[Tag: Zephel, Kieru, and Lilith]