((Not your fault!)) Nykantiath insisted, crooning sadly. ((It's the fault of whatever - whoever - caused this. You could not help what has happened, Foreth dear. Truly, it is not your fault. We

A moment later Foreth added, ((Someone...someone is with mine. They're outside the Caverns on the inside.))

The man looked oddly like him, but T'rif had no reason to think they were related or had even ever met. The words caught him off guard and he frowned with confusion. "Excuse me?"

The keening stretched on and on. The equivalent of a human sobbing, only louder and shared by all of the nearby dragons. ((I'm...I'm sorry,)) she cried to Nykantiath, Talith, and Truenoth. The mental

((I'm going there Foreth, tell her I am coming, Healers are coming)), K'ren said. ((The dragons are helping you protect your Eggs, the Eggs are safe.)) ((Kaith love, to the temporary weyr by the

"ACM and Candidate counselor T'rifoshe, yes," he said formally just in case this was someone coming to yell. Best to remind them of his position as more than just a bronze rider. "How can I help

((Foreth, I am here- and we are so, so sorry...)) Sunstreath called, the bronze unusually quiet even as he kept up his mourning keen. Sekerth, perched near Lileth, joined in as the green started to

Nykantiath wrapped the gold in a mental hug. She had no words to offer the grieving mother, only a strong mental shoulder to lean and cry on, since she couldn't physically get into the caverns to

Now Foreth could hear her, but she was too caught up in her shattered heart to respond right away. The only consolation was that her two gold eggs weren't among the casualties. The sound of her grief

Screaming and thinking were hard to do at the same time. ((Caverns...temporary weyr,)) she said. ((She keeps going dark on me.))

From where they sat, trying not to add to the chaos, Selenyth and Nithroith lent their voices to the keen for the lost.

Now Foreth could hear her, but she was too caught up in her shattered heart to respond right away. The only consolation was that her two gold eggs weren't among the casualties. The sound of her grief

Thank Faranth she had responded. KAith was ready to glide him where he needed to be. ((Foreth, we will. Where was she...it's important, I need to find her to help her.)) Had she been at the caverns

Oh. *Oh.* That grief was unbearable, and the sound had Andronda in tears immediately. She felt it rush through her from Nykantiath - the eggs, the gold said - some had been lost. The woman choked

Elloryth, Lileth, and Travath on opposite sides of the Weyr all took up the keening note, adding their own individual voices to the grieving anguish. The death of dragons, even those unhatched, was a

The HAD's voice penetrated when little else did. She didn't stop bugling her head off but she sent a quick reply, ((Please, please save mine. MINE!))

The little ones! The Hatchlings! Sunstreath landed, short of the Caverns, and added his voice to the rising keening, the need to find the attacker eclipsed by the grief of what Foreth's keen meant.

((Reassure Foreth if you can,)) K'ren said swearing. ((I'll get a dragonhealer to you. Try not to move too much if you can't see)) R'tal was going to be beside himself. ((We're on our way...Foreth?

"Oh, hi, Kalin!" Up alongside the guard and his wher came the fourteen year old newbie, puffing noisily from the run to catch up. Giselle's voice had been chipper and warm; her expression, however,

Vayka very gently laid a hand on Kassia's belly andleft it there a moment. Feeling for movement. She didn't feel any contractions. So good on that so far. "Your baby seems fine. Let's get you cleaned