When Mountains Fall Part 5 [Igen Weyr, Open]

All the rest of the Northern Continent that Atricis left behind. Atricis' old Holds can be found within, as well as all the other Holds and Weyrs and old lands left behind.
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Over the span of a few days, each Weyr brought their aid to Igen in the form of sending Dragonriders to help move some of them out of their crumbling, infected Weyr. Anyone with any symptoms of any sort were directed to the Atrician riders that were sent by Atricis’ Leadership over the few days. Since Atricis was taking in so much of Igen, many of them ill, they had a lot more to work on, and so riders from the Southern Weyr were coming and going as they got everything together.

Before the first large group of Igenite refugees arrived at the Weyr, the whole of Atricis had been made aware of what was happening. They would be aiding Igen riders and weyrfolk, taking in the ill with hopes that they will improve in Atricis’ climate. Then the groups of riders and weyrfolk from Igen began to arrive, groups coming in escorted and aided by Atricis dragonriders. People were deposited into the Yard, things that had been able to be gathered and packed following them. The ill and ill dragons were led over toward the infirmary building, with the sick dragons resting behind the building in a few makeshift tent pavilions that had been erected. Many people of the Weyr were called to aid, helping to find places to reside and sleep and rest for those that didn’t need to be in the infirmary, while others erected tents and temporary pavilions in the Yard.

For days the Weyr was abuzz with arriving dragons and people and finding places to put them for the time being. The Igen Weyrlings were placed in the barracks unless they needed to be in the infirmary due to illness, though of course it was impossible not to notice that Weyrling group from Igen. The dragons were young, only sevendays old, but they were also very different than would be expected from an Igen hatching. Such as the bronze that was mostly white, the brown with equally white patches, and namely, the wingless blue. It became easily clear to the Leaders who had been privy to the meeting why the Igen had so willingly allowed their young Weyrlings including the young Queen to be transferred to New Atricis. It seemed the Leaders were the same as ever about non-traditional dragons. Still, New Atricis’ Leaders would do their best for the Igenite people that had come here.


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A part of Xarria was glad she couldn't see it, another Weyr devastated by collapse. Even when Selkieth offered her an image, Xarria turned it down. She had specifically left Ruby behind today, too. There was a lot of old pain there that had already been drawn to the surface by news of Igen's devastation. Any more and she might not be able to do her duties today. She made a promise with herself to seek out Roman at the end of the day. He'd probably need to be torn away from his work, as it was. She could hear the chaos and the sheer number of people well enough and Atricis would be taking on the most and the worst of them.

"Ferry to New Atricis over here!" she called out and waved her arm from astride Selkieth's back. "Adults and children! Bring only what you can carry!" Larger items would need to be transported last, and by larger dragons. People were the priority right now.

Let me know when enough have gathered for you to carry properly, she told Selkieth. Be sure not to overburden yourself.
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Upon hearing about what happened at Igen Lerina's first reaction was they got what they deserved. When she learned just how extensive the damage the earthquake caused and the illness that followed she realized any of her family still at Igen could very well be hurt or worse. Worry quickly replaced her initial reaction along with relief her mother and at least two of her siblings were safe here in New Atricis thanks to her father's help.

She was especially worried about Evakita and her Weyrmate V'oash as well as her niece Jujulia. They had stayed behind in Igen when her mother came south but now she had no idea if they were still alive. There were other relations she had still at Igen but none she knew personally. Sul'bek had a daughter, her niece there and Lerina hoped she was alright as well.

There were plenty of people, the hard nosed traditionalists and cruel riders and Weyrfolk who had treated her badly when L'van had been forced to leave and after she Impressed Issormoth she hoped got what they deserved however. Not a very considerate view to have given the tragedy and likely death of many of innocent people but somethings were hard to forgive and Lerina will never forgive those who treated her so horribly all because she Impressed a non-traditional colour.

When her father left along with Weyrwoman Safryn to meet with the Northern Weyrleaders and Weyrwomen Lerina had only knew bits and pieces about what happened and most of that through rumors. A pair of riders from Igen had barely managed to make it to New Atricis and both were sick, including the dragons. The bitterness she felt was an eye opener for her that she still harboured plenty of hatred and resentment towards Igen, feelings she had kept buried since her escape.

Seeking out her mother and youngest siblings Lerina did her best to assure them she'll update them on any news she heard about their family at Igen. Unfortunately Lerina didn't hear anything at all and watched with baited breath as each group of Igen refuges was brought into the Weyr Yard. There was only one rider she wanted to talk to and that was her brother-in-law V'oash but she didn't spot his blue anywhere.

It was a struggle to not just leave and watch the coming and goings from a distance or to prove just how better she was than most Igenites by helping the relief efforts. In the end her better nature got the better of her and Lerina ended up volunteering with the rescue operation. Issormoth may not remember Igen but Lerina did so it was no trouble returning to her place of birth for the first time in many Turns. Seeing the devastation for herself was shocking. The earthquake had dome far more damage than she imagined, collapsing large sections of the Lower Caverns and other areas.

Circling down to land she barely had a chance to extend her help when she was accused by an Igenite rider she remembered well. One of the riders she shared Weyrlinghood with and one she suspected participated in the many beatings she endured till the Assistant Weyrlingmaster called them off. Rage fulled her and if it wasn't for Issormoth's timely intervention in the form of his great brown head inserting between them, Lerina would have decked the wretch.

"Fine, if the Tradition rod is shoved that far up your arse you can stay here and rot with your collapsing Weyr," Lerina hissed at him. "If nobody here wants my help I have better places to be."

Fortunately there were plenty of Weyrfolk who were more than grateful for her help and the offending rider was soon pushed aside. Lerina then found herself busy securing supplies and passengers onto Issormoth's back. Once she deemed any more weight on Issormoth's back would hamper his ability to fly safely Lerina mounted up and took wing.

Her next trip to Igen went far smoother and by the time she circled down to land in the clearing arranged for larger dragons Lerina had already forgotten the rider's rude words. Her focus now was to help people and perhaps carry Weyrlings still fresh from the shell.

"Any Weyrlings needing transportation to New Atricis, I'll be able to accommodate here." Lerina called out. It wouldn't be a hardship for Issormoth to carry several Hatchlings. Lerina had plenty of straps to secure them to Issormoth's back. He could even carry one in a fore paw or two if needed.

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The second T'ran and Adnachielth learned of Igen Weyr's plight and that ferrying teams were needed they volunteered. Okay...maybe about a candlemark later...but hey they needed some time to process all of that! It wasn't every day a Northern-built Weyr crumbled, seeing as they were carved out in mountains. However even stone had its limits and earthquakes tended to be very destructive. T'ran had only ever heard of them but what he heard was pretty scary. And having one's home shaking and crumbling and falling on top of them? Yikes. And if that was not enough some long-buried disease...

Adnachielth came out of between fairly high, both to get a good look at the ravaged Weyr and so that the Igen folk got a good, long look at him. He had no interest in startling them and neither did his rider. The bronze bugled a greeting to the Weyr below as he spiraled down, jeweled eyes seeking the landing area.

This is worse than I imagined, T'ran commented in horror as Adnachielth touched down.

The great bronze grumbled softly, silently agreeing with his rider. No Weyr should be put through this, he replied. Then he raised his head to bugle once more, announcing himself yet again. Bronze Adnachielth and T'ran of Atricis here! I can carry much, my rider is strong. We are ready to help with the move!

Lowering his voice, Adnachielth reached out to one dragon in particular: Siveynarth, I have been told that you and your fellow weyrlings are Atricis-bound...and that your rider ails of this strange illness. Please, allow me the honor transporting you and Yours. I will be swift to get you both to the waiting healers.

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The time to step up had come-though H'tai really wished it had come in a more positive manner. For once it would be nice if Ifrith got his mate back and H'tai becoming Weyrleader...that was so much better than the current situation. Sadly it was all out of his hands. H'tai could no more control the ground and the things that dwelled inside it than he could fly without his dragon. And oh what devastation the ground had wrought...

When Ifrith exited between and H'tai got his first look at Igen Weyr, he gasped out loud. Even Ifrith keened softly at the sight that greeted them. Both knew of course that Igen was in bad shape but to see it with their own eyes was another matter entirely. The earthquake had not been kind to Igen Weyr. How could the leaders have been silent for so long? Just how far did their pride stretch?

Too far, Ifrith muttered grimly as he found space to land. The brown called out then: Anyone seeking aid in reaching Atricis please come here!

Just then a pale flash off hide caught his eye and Ifrith glanced over at what was certainly one of the weyrlings. There was no mistaking the youngness of the dragon. A croon was sent his way. I would be happy to personally carry you and your rider, Ifrith informed the near-white bronze.
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Having had a little while to process being relocated to New Atricis Weyr of all places hadn't made it any easier for Teteakea to handle. She had her expectations already built up in her head, and none of them favorable for the southern Weyr, clearly painted by Igenite opinions and a few unfortunate events not seen positively by Igen. However, she was too sick, and too exhausted from both the illness and her still new Impression, to try and fight it, especially when those sick had been informed, the Weyrlings specifically, that they would be moving south for the climate appeared better for those sick. Still, she'd wrinkled her nose, and on the day that she and her fellows would be moved from the crumbling Igen Weyr, she sat glowering at the Atrician dragons that came and went.

She noted the female rider who called out for the Weyrlings, considering her brown. Women rode brown dragons? Igen hadn't taught that in the candidate lessons. However, one dragon in particular got her attention through all the dragon speech and sounds of wings and people bustling about. A bronze, large, and interestingly marked appeared, making himself known with his bugle. That was the first thing that had grabbed her attention about him, the second was his words.

No Weyr should be put through this,

Clearly, he'd been responding to his rider by the mental feel and tone, but she'd heard it, and something about it made her chest ache from more than just the coughing she'd been suffering from. She glanced around, seeing the still lingering devastation. It had only been home to her for a turn, but she had grown to feel wanted here, even while the other female candidates had tried to make her time here terrible. She had also expected to see her family again, that their caravan would come through again, much like the Gilded Ivory caravan had, and Teteakea would see her family again. But the poor state Gilded Ivory had been left... perhaps that really was what made this hit her on a much more personal note. She wished she had Jasper with her to pet his ears, but she had given Jasper and Orion to someone else to care for, and she admittedly didn't know where they were now in all the bustle. She hoped she could find Jasper again when she had a chance.

*Excuse me, how could you wish for anyone else when I'm here?* The little Queen sounded offended, but also a little hurt. Teteakea reached out to her from under the fur she had been wrapped in, patting her head.

*I'm sorry.*

Then the bronze bugled again, making Teteakea shut her eyes, keeping them shut as his words entered her mind. Bronze Adnachielth and T'ran of Atricis here! I can carry much, my rider is strong. We are ready to help with the move! Well, he was certainly a loud and proud one, she thought.

Siveynarth, I have been told that you and your fellow weyrlings are Atricis-bound...and that your rider ails of this strange illness. Please, allow me the honor transporting you and Yours. I will be swift to get you both to the waiting healers. She felt how Siveynarth mentally reacted to being spoken to, telling she was about to relay the message, but Teteakea patted her head and stood up from the rock she had been sitting on, keeping her fur clutched around her shoulders.

*I can hear you just fine.* She sent directly to the bronze as a way of quick explanation before she slowly crossed over closer to the bronze and his rider, with Siveynarth behind her. "I can hear dragons, so you don't need to relay messages through Siveynarth," she explained to the rider once within earshot of him. She tried to stand proud and tall like she thought a Queenrider should, but there were bags under her eyes, she couldn't help the way she tiredly slouched, and her voice was a bit gravely from coughing. It didn't help her head hurt a little, and her body ached.

"I guess since Adnachielth offered, you can take us to New Atricis." She couldn't help the way her voice lowered when she said the other Weyr's name, still not happy about this, but knowing she was in no shape to fight it. "I am Teteakea, this is Siveynarth. I don't really have anything other than myself and my dragon. Didn't have much to begin with, and lost the rest of it in the cave-ins. But... how are we supposed to get the dragonets transported?" She admittedly had never seen how it was done, wondering if it was ever done really.
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Every day since the earthquake had been a different kind of chaos. D'tur had been shuffled off as soon as he Impressed, by people who vacillated between fury that a beastcrafter who was not a candidate had Impressed one of the few hatchlings they were left with, and relief that someone they had no investment in had ended up with one of the freakish dragons.

They were closely watched, D'tur more than most, with a suspicious eye, and he had not even managed to see Dantri. He did not know where she was going to be sent when they finally evacuated the Weyr - and maybe that was one benefit of being an outsider, because he was relieved rather than offended. Igen was dangerous now, and it was ridiculous that the Weyrleaders had resisted asking for help.

He knew that Dantri had his lizards - Quicksand had carried a confused Shimmersand between to her. But he hadn't seen her, and he did not know where she was going. He hoped she was going home. Failing that, maybe she would be going to New Atricis Weyr as well? Not that he would have the time to look out for her, since he had to look out for Arjuna and the others. . . .

But the riders from New Atricis were here, to collect the weyrlings, and perhaps anyone else expected to go there. D'tur had nothing to bring with him, not that anyone did at this point. The dragons had kicked up a lot of dust as they landed - unavoidable, he knew, and D'tur waited his turn for a lift to their new home, huddled over Arjunavoreth, trying not to get set off into another coughing fit. He was lucky that he had barely had any fever, just this sharding cough. . .

One of the browns from the southern Weyr approached them while D'tur was trying to control his breathing. While his rider stayed hunched over him for a moment, Arjunavoreth looked up at Ifrith tiredly. He didn't really understand what was happening, only that he had left the egg such a short time ago, and was now leaving this other place that had been so much worse than the egg. Except for having D'tur. Thank you, he answered the brown politely, before looking over at the other hatchlings worriedly. But we should not go until I know that the others have rides. Especially Senzanuvoleth.
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Whoa! Adnachielth exclaimed, earning himself a mental prod from T'ran.

Whoa what? he asked, curious. The bronze seemed very surprised by something and T'ran could not imagine what. By now they'd gotten a good look at the destruction so that was nothing new. Something someone said to him?

It seems- Adna began, only to break off as Siveynarth and her rider approached them.

One glance and T'ran found quite the surprise: a mutated gold dragonet. There was no mistaking the near-black patches on her for mud or something else. She was beautiful and striking, but definitely not a typical gold. An atypical gold...with an atypical rider.

Aha, T'ran thought, grinning. So the gold's rider could hear dragons. Now he wondered what she might have said to Adnachielth but there were more important things to focus on, such as getting both the gold and her rider to Atricis safely. At that it was clear that the young woman needed medical attention. The sooner she got the help she needed the better-even if she seemed less than thrilled with the destination.

Hearing that she had nothing was a blow to the hearts of both, dragon and rider together. To have little and then lose even that? True she had gained a lifelong soulmate in Siveynarth but...it was still hard, surely. However Teteakea, as the young woman introduced herself, went on to ask a question. That question and its answer were more than enough to distract from more depressing thoughts.

T'ran was quick to unbuckle himself from the riding straps and climb down, a friendly smile finding its way to his face. "Actually, it's not so different from how we transport human passengers," he said. He wasn't looking at her as he spoke though, instead focusing on pulling extra straps from Adnachielth's saddlebags. "You see we can ill-afford to take chances with between, thus we take every measure to ensure your safety. Adnachielth can and probably will try to actually have some hold on Siveynarth since his grip is another anchor for her. However the main thing is a harness, riding straps for a dragon basically. You wouldn't ride on someone else's dragon-or your own-without being securely strapped in and the same goes for a dragon. Just wait-you'll find out once you get farther along in weyrling training!"

A grin was tossed over his shoulder as T'ran fished out the things he needed. "So, are you and Siveynarth ready to go?"

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A soft rumble built in brown throat beneath him, catching H'tai's attention. With a mental poke he followed Ifrith's focus, noting the obviously newly hatched dragon and his rider.

Mmmm, don't like the look of him, H'tai murmured, looking closely at the young man. What's the holdup? He looks like we should get them to the healers as soon as possible.

Ifrith snorted and stepped over to the weyrling pair. Waiting on their clutchmates. I've got this. The burning brown turned one large faceted eye on the young ones, crooning. Slowly the lids closed and then opened, a sly wink. To Arjunavoreth he said: They will most certainly have rides. In fact, if you wish to see them at Atricis all the sooner I would strongly suggest coming along now, quickly. The sooner H'tai and I have safely set you two down, the sooner we can come back for more. No one is being left here, in this... The brown trailed off, looking around and trying to find the right words. In this...disaster zone. I hate to say such about a Weyr but the very ground beneath Igen has betrayed and crippled it. Please Arjunavoreth...your rider looks to need healers. I would like to get him to them sooner rather than later, as would H'tai.

Who happened to be leaning forward on Ifrith's neck, trying to get the weyrling's attention. "Hey there!" he called, taking a chance in the hope of getting them moving. "I don't mean to pry but you look quite the sight. I promise Ifrith and I will get you quickly and safely to Atricis-and to the healers. I'd rather you not get sicker. And please accept my apologies but I'm afraid I don't know your name so...hard to address you properly."
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Teteakea wasn't in the mood for pity, but luckily, any sense of it was gone quickly when T'ran began to explain how the dragonets would be transported. She watched him pull out the extra straps from the dragon's bags, listening to him explain it. When he mentioned Weyrling training though, she grumbled, rubbing one of her temples.

"That's right. Training. In New Atricis Weyr," she practically groaned, having forgotten about that detail. Of course she would be trained while in the southern Weyr, but it hadn't truly occurred to her until that moment that it would be Atrician training. It was just one more thing to feel annoyed about right now, only not groaning more when Siveynarth bumped her with her head and huffed at her until she scratched the little Queen's eye ridges.

"So, are you and Siveynarth ready to go?"

She looked at the rider, and the dragon, then nodded, adjusting the fur she'd been holding around her shoulders. "As ready as I ever can be," she answered with less enthusiasm than T'ran seemed to have. "Come on, Siveynarth, we're going to have to get you ready to go." She patted the little gold's head here before stepping closer to Adnachielth. Siveynarth looked up at the adult, much larger than herself, bronze, eyes whirling thoughtfully for a moment.

*You better take good care of me and my Teteakea. Get us there safe.* She demanded of the bronze, clearly unafraid that he was much larger than herself or that she was just a hatchling. Teteakea was in for quite a learning experience being bonded to a Gold.
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Ifrith's comments made a certain amount of sense, and Arjunavoreth did see that other dragons had arrived to carry the other hatchlings. There was even already a larger bronze planning to carry Siveynarth, and he had seen a few others. Even if there were not enough to manage in one trip, there would be enough for the nine of them.

Then some of Ifrith's words caught his attention, and Arjuna lifted his head in alarm, looking at D'tur with one whirling eye. He spoke to Ifrith and his rider at the same time in response. Healer, he questioned sharply. Why does he need a healer? D'tur, why does Ifrith say you need a healer? You said you were fine.

D'tur sighed, and regretted it. The coughing fit that had been threatening started. It wasn't very long, or very deep, but he struggled to talk afterward. "I don't need a healer HERE," he clarified aloud. "They're too busy." His other reasons for being uncomfortable around many of the Igen weyrfolk were irrelevant. Surely, they would not kill hatchlings even if they resented this clutch. And they would not kill the new weyrlings, either, as it would kill the hatchlings. But neglect them? Verbally harrass them?

I will see a healer at New Atricis, he promised Arjunavoreth. I just did not want to take their attention away from people in danger. He looked up at the rider, blearily. He thought he could manage a few more words without coughing, so he answered the brownrider's question as politely as he could. "I'm D'tur," he said, and he hesitated for a long moment, before deciding he really needed to ask even if it started the cough again. "Do you know where they are sending the candidates?" he asked, with only a brief stop for a single cough in the middle. The question was followed by a few more coughs, but they were not even as deep as the previous ones, so he considered it an improvement.
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Vikandra was frazzled. The last of her energies seemed to have fled long ago. There were so many sick and injured. It seemed like a never ending battle that grew worse instead of better. She worried for the weyr's future. She worried for the people, her estranged family, her grandfather who thankfully headed back to the 'safety' of Fort Hold before he got sick. One younger sister still had not been found. Vikandra did not have the strength left to hope. Under a mountain of rubble the weyr was no more. For a turn, it had been her home after she'd been assigned here as Journeyman Healer. But now, Vikandra worried about a great many things, including this new bond in her soul now. What of Senzanuvoleth? Was he healthy? Was he getting sick? Was he going to develop properly, except for the obvious lack of wings that is? Was she herself going to get sick? What of the patients that needed her, should that happen? What of the future for everyone here?

And then it was made known. They were leaving. Families were being split up. Friends were being divided. Igen Weyr was no more.

When the leaders of Igen cast the weyrlings a world away to the southern continent, Vikandra's mental mouth dropped open in shocked betrayal. Yes, this was not just the emotions of others she felt but her own. How could they?! She knew why.

To New Atricis weyr she and the other weyrlings would go. Her entire family, her beloved grandfather who had looked at her with pity at her impression and not with pride, would be forever separated from her. Not one of them would be coming along. Not one of them would see her off with a friendly goodbye. She didn't expect them too. They were also dealing with their own upsets and loss.

Vikandra, with a damaged blue that would never fly, and a heart full of uncertainty and confusion was forced by her own sense of quiet obedience to go without dispute. She'd never see her home again. A tickle of knowledge in her mind, made things more bearable as she waited for their ride to a new land. She'd never be alone. A moment later, that same tickle of knowing was added to with a hopeful voice inside her mind. We'll be together. We'll be okay.

Turning to look upon her blue, she nodded. "Yes. We'll be together." She wasn't sure how 'okay' they'd be. "Come, let us make ourselves available for transport." Vikandra held her medical satchel to her belly. It was the only thing she had left. Her other belongings were underneath a mountain. Moving with her blue following closely behind her, she settled down in a safe location. And there she waited as Senzanuvoleth moved to her right side and sat down, periodically looking up at her and then to his siblings and the strangers coming and going, both human and dragon. Vikandra's green firelizard, Alibi, landed and settled gently upon her left shoulder, tucking her tail around her lady's neck like a necklace.
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