Someone who turns on his own people deserves that, Gaelira growled as Glenawing moved past her. You were a fool to do what you have done right now, Glenawing.
She alone watched him leave. One day, Drannor might forgive him, but right now there was no one here that would even dare to look at the Dawn Dragons with any honour.
Drannor grimaced as she held him, he knew this would be the first time she had seen him crying, and for him to be was a serious issue. He did not seem to be able to speak, his mind was in shock at what had happened.
Gaelira sighed as she looked at Sahar and Kasinda. "I have good news and bad news, Sahar. The good is that Taeron has not been hurt though he was not meant to be fighting. He'll be in shortly. The bad news, pertains to Drannor more than anyone." She bowed her head. "My brother... he is dead." Her voice was solemn as she spoke. "The one responsible, is dead themself. I cut them down."
Drannor's emotion did not change, though the tears seemed to increase in number. He was completely lost inside himself.
"Be warned, the other dusk riders will give him a lot of grief when you all go home. They will want to replace him, I heard them discussing it."
Rhyllae held Kiiron in her arms, knowing this was a hard time for him. Tears ran down Onyx's face as well, he was lost without his brother himself. "You still have me, love," she said, holding him to her. "Cry all you want."
Sahar craddled her crying husband, watching him intently as Gaelira spoke and a sudden intake of breath was her sign of shock and horror.
"Neldor?" she whispered, as the air filled with the mourning cries of Cyara. Long, drawn and full of death many paused to watch the crying, black queen. Her elegant neck arched back, her maw opened to release a breath of fire before the tears carried down her scaled cheeks.
"Come on Drannor," she whispered sadly to her husband, not even able to think of being apart from Cyara "things will look up...they have to."
She kissed his forehead, leading him deeper into the warmth and safety of the cave.
"Thank you for bringing him to me..and Taeron," she thanked the white dragoness as she walked away "please...talk to Cyara for me..."
Kiiron shook his head stubbornly, forcing the tears to stop in there tracks.
"No..no more tears, there is work to be done," he muttered, pushing away from her gently and stood tall, squaring his shoulders, sweeping a worried gaze over her.
"Are you okay?"
“They wont. He's gone.” Drannor managed the words, but it was clear that he would not say any more. “And its all Glenawing's fault.” He groaned, almost staggering to his feet. His vision was blurred at the moment, he knew that things would take time to recover, especially from this blow.
Eleven years of his life, he'd had him.
He barely even noticed the wounds on his body, the pain from the loss of Neldor was more than any flesh wound he could ever have.
“I shall,” Gaelira replied. “Bizandra and my thoughts are with Drannor and Cyara now. He was my brother, and Bizandra's son.” She got back to her feet, heading towards the black dragon. Her mother was coming too, she seemed to know what was wrong with Cyara. She had been through this, she'd lost Bjart.
“Nothing more than a few scratches,” Rhyllae-Ash replied, though she knew some of the injuries were more than that. “I'm better off than you. You need to see the healers.” The way she said it told him she would not take 'no' for an answer. She was worried about him. “If anything, I'm more worried about you than anything else.”
She had to be strong, she told herself. Normally it was he, who comforted a crying her. Never this war around. She just held him tight, letting him know that she was there for him without words. As he stumbled, she caught him easily by the elbow and sighed sadly.
"Come on Drannor," she whispered, eyes widening with shock as she noticed the wounds "you need to sit down..I need to heal your wounds."
Kiiron shook his head stubbornly, shrugging his shoulders and refused to wince into the pain.
"No no, I'm fine..you need to see a healer," he said, lips preparing to heal her wounds himself. He turned all his emotion and worry onto her, she was all he had now.
She sighed as she walked with the others back into the Weyr. They had won for now, but they had lost much. Not to mention she did not know what was the right emotion to have at the moment. There was agony from killing her sister. There was joy from seeing Bizandra and her mother were alive. And there was grief from Neldor's death. Not to mention rage at Glenawing. And last but not least, confusion. As well as pain from her own injuries, though they were not serious.
Where was Auraka when she needed him? She could certainly feel the panther in her growling, wanting to reveal itself. She knew that right now it was the last thing she needed.
“They're nothing in comparison to what is going on in my head. I feel like I've been ripped into pieces in there,” Drannor half growled. He knew that this was getting bad for him. “And I doubt things will get better.”
Rhyllae-Ash snorted, stubborn as ever. “Both of us need a healer. And you're coming so they can see to you, whether you like it or not. If I need one so do you.” She smiled almost. Onyx nudged Kiiron from behind, telling him that he had him as well, not just Rhyllae.
OOC: half of this was in email correspondence with Kanchana so i threw it up as well
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