Tue May 07, 2024 5:48 am
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Kreta of Blue Eseath - open, Tuckal/leadership
As soon as she was alerted to the situation, Kreta immediately rose to her feet, her brows furrowing.
Shards. I have to go see how bad this is. The Junior Weyrleader beelined for the door, Leirath fluttering over to her shoulder as she strode on out.
Eseath, could you please find out—Yes, on it. One moment. The bluerider nodded as she hurried out into the halls, the blue’s presence in her mind momentarily lessening as the serene dragon listened to the two draconic mindvoices already giving orders.
…ah. Sounds like we have a rampaging wher involved. Please be careful, my dearest Kreta.
Oh. Wonderful. Thank you, m’love. Keep me updated if there’s anything else, please?
Of course.
Kreta forged on ahead, heading down the stairs towards the lower caverns. The Deaf woman fortunately could not hear all the screams and shouting and the din of other such noises, but she could still see, smell and feel the signs of the chaos she was about to step into. Things such as a cracked glowbasket, that had clearly been knocked off the wall. The occasional red splatter scattered here and there on the bare stone, the numbers of which increased the closer she got to the caverns. Torn, tattered clothing scraps, some stained or glistening beneath the glowbaskets’ light. The remnants of someone’s wooden stool, all smashed into pieces as if a large foot had ploughed straight through it. And then—Faranth, whoever this wher was, they had left behind quite the trail of destruction. One that included injured folks. Great. Oh, this is bad, Eseath. Real bad. But hopefully salvageable, I think. Kreta silently counted her lucky stars over the fact that she had had the fortune to have not been in the creature’s path earlier, even as Eseath’s reassuring serenity filled her mind in response, an infectious calm settling over her in the face of the proverbial storm. ..Thanks, love. Also, Serapheth’s right. We do need to make sure those exits are clear. Alert any folks near them please, would you? And keep an eye on things out there, too. Can’t have too many people panicking at once.
Can do. Eseath’s mental presence withdrew, the blue already reaching out to calmly convey Kreta’s request.
As Kreta continued deeper into the disarray that was once orderly caverns, she glimpsed out the corner of her bespectacled eyes the shape of a curly-haired Healer hurrying in, the older woman already moving soothingly among the wounded. Oh good, looked like the healers were mobilising already. She nodded approvingly in their direction, Leirath shifting nervously on her shoulder, as she moved on; the bluerider occasionally helping someone up onto their feet and safely pointing them in the healers’ direction. With a wher clearly on the rampage, well, this was quite the predicament for anyone to deal with. And—ah, there. Tuckal and Reinhardt! She made her way over to them, arriving just as the Wherleader left, among those now in hot pursuit of who she deduced must be the wher in question.
Tuckal? Kreta signed, her fingers easily forming the shape of the sign name she’d given the Weyrwoman, even as she made sure she was visible in Tuckal’s line of sight. Once the Deaf woman felt she had her colleague’s attention, she continued, flexible hands weaving her words into tangibility. Hi. Came as quickly as I could. A rampaging wher is involved, correct? I’ve had Eseath notify any uninvolved people near the exits to keep them clear; figured she is the best dragon to ensure reasonable calm, as she’s practically calm incarnate. And, based on what I have seen on the way here, it looks like the healers have already begun mobilising, which is good. Lots of broken items and injured people though. May I have a quick update of the situation here, please? Eseath is also keeping me updated on the status of things outside too, just in case. If anything goes south out there, we’ll know immediately.
The way Kreta signed was nearly as calm as her dragon’s innate serenity, but if one were to look closer, they’d see that her brown eyes seemed to be aflame, and her spine, straightened steel. As Junior Weyrleader, she was ready to do whatever needed to be done.