[PLOT] [Investigation] Suspicious Supplies

[nineofswords]

Well the good news seemed to be that her hands were fine. The bad news was that she hadn't come up with any new answers for the Weyr. She winced as her nail caught. Well. That'd teach her to be helpful.

Finding herself with nothing else to do, but not wanting to leave just yet in case the weyrleader decided she needed something more, Anabella coldly to the chatter. It was a lot of nothing, really, but she raised an eyebrow at F'nir. "I'd find the idea of this being a deliberate plot a lot more believable if there was a compelling reason why anyone would want to target the Weyrs," she said. "Revenge is all well and good, but if our Weyr is laid up with countless poisonings, Thread will consume the land and quickly spread to other Holds and Weyrs. And a lone madman who didn't care couldn't cause all of this without notice." She very much did believe that the weyrfolk - or, more specifically, the holdless among them - could be responsible, but she didn't particularly feel like incriminating herself in pointing that out, as she doubted a bronzerider would care about the distinction.

At Raev's command and observation that there were no signs of tampering, she dipped in a courtsey. "I believe I have exhaused my usefulness here, so I will move on to another storeroom as well," she said, following the wherleader out of this dead end search.

[Arcane]

"Tell my wingleader of my words," F'nir hissed back at the wherhandler, meeting her eyes resolutely, "Firestorm is the wing of bronzes, who must be ready to lead the vanguard in our defense. If Wingleader Myalla lacks the strength for the charge, she must be replaced with a bronzerider who does not neglect his duties."

A female brownrider having the command of good, solid, male bronzeriders was an inversion of the natural order.

Surely, when the war came, she would recognize that and step down, in favor of a proper war leader. Or if she refused, the Council would force her hand. F'nir refused to fear her so-called authority.

"Weyrs have warred before, in recent memory, for territory, for power and yes, for vengeance," F'nir reminded the weyrfolk, "No one feared then the consequences of leaving too few of us to defend against the coming pass. If we are too weakened to face thread- it opens our lands for another weyr to seize dominion."

It was not their fault they didn't understand. Weyrfolk and wherhandlers did not feel the same drive for domination. It was why they were weyrfolk and wherhandlers- meant to follow the leadership of strong riders.

He turned on his heel and stormed off, to another storeroom to search. He was a bronzerider. Surely he would be the first to spot signs of intrusion (although as a bronzerider, he did not waste his time growing familiar with the lower caverns, so he supposed the commonfolk had their place too in this investigation- their local knowledge combined with his superior instincts).

[Dragon]

Veryn's patience was wearing thin. The bronzerider deserved a good smack upside the head, or maybe three, but she refrained from delivering them. She kind of hoped the Wherleader would, though. She seemed like a woman with a strong arm.

"It could have been anyone," she snapped. "We don't know enough of what's going on to put blame on anyone yet. It's best to focus on finding the source of the poison so no one else is effected - and you're upsetting the whers."

Wherleader Raev seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. That was probably why she'd been elected.

When Lisask was ordered to check another storeroom, Veryn hesitated, unsure whether the blue needed a steadying hand or the search another pair of eyes more. But she'd already told Lisask that she'd assist him, so she'd do that.

The bronzerider, though - he was clearly a bloody-minded idiot.