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I spy with my little eyes... (Tyne's flits/Tolfast/Cuylar)


Nutmeg
 

The swarm was becoming more agitated in their search. They had surrounded children across the Weyr and yet none of them matched the image they had been given. There was an ominous, low thrumming coming from the group as they plundered through the air and it seemed entirely fraught with urgency. More and more had joined the swarm, some wild, some Impressed but the calls between them contained the exact information. Find the boy. This boy. The one that the Queen needed them to find. The boy with dark, curly hair.

From within the large, open room of the main part of the firelizard clinic, Tyne waited. A spinner in the middle of a web. She felt the clamour within her mind, felt the strands of multi-coloured threads wrap around themselves until it was a rope of many colours, thick with emotion and imagery. Of all the flits that had left her, only two remained. Bobbin and the strange little bronze that she had taken to calling "Dune" for his sandy coloured hide. Both remained close by, Bobbin in her lap as the gold buffered the threads of anxious, quivering concern with calm, reinforcing the image of the boy that Tyne kept pressing to them whilst Dune watched with abject fascination.

She felt the disappointment when they realised that the children they had found were the "Wrong One" but praised their efforts nonetheless, urging them to continue. It felt as though time had slowed to a treacle covered haze but already she could feel the spikes of effort beginning to needle their way through, could feel her grip slowly becoming more tenuous. She would only be able to hold them for so long and then, she would have to let go. But for as long as she could, she would hold onto them, hold onto the buffet of emotion of pictures that filled her thoughts until it felt as though her mind was overflowing. 

And then...

It was chance. She knew that immediately. A small group of firelizards playing with glowbugs near the runner paddocks had caught the edge of the pull, caught the excited, urgent chatter of the swam and had been intrigued by the singular thread of control that ran through them all. Like a gold. But not. But with a gold. It was chance that a pair of blues glanced down as they span into the air, their attention momentarily caught by movement on the ground beneath them. And for a split second, Tyne saw it. The familiar shape of Tolfast and beside him... As they passed the glows hanging from the stables, Tyne saw the shape of the boy. The height, the build and the dark, curly hair.Heading towards the tunnel, headed towards the Weyr, headed towards...

... The office. Tyne knew it immediately. Tolfast's own quarters were a little further beyond the direction they travelled. And where else would you take a boy, possibly a very frightened boy, but to somewhere safe. Somewhere they couldn't run away from. Before she let go, Tyne summoned up the energy to push through a flood of jubilant gratitude to the swarm as the firelizards, feeling the grip slacken, began to break away from the group. And then, she released the rope. Immediately, she felt the chatter shift from keen focus to dull white noise. Felt the gleeful excitement of success as she stopped listening to the others. But already she felt the pressure in her head, the dull and throbbing ache of tension behind her eyes. Tyne's hand patted Bobbin's back and immediately the gold was on alert.

"Find Cuylar or Elphith, sweet one. Show him. And this." Tyne had seen Tolfast's office herself. Knew where it was. How to find it. "And then Cremsden. He'll know what to bring." And as she sagged back into the chair and Bobbin took to the air, vanishing in a quick blast of Between, her own faire was returning, their clamour muting as they felt the familiar mental exhaustion that pulled around their Mistress.

But they had found him. Now it was up to everyone else.



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Aaron
 

"Find Cuylar or Elphith, sweet one. Show him. And this." Tyne had seen Tolfast's office herself. Knew where it was. How to find it. "And then Cremsden. He'll know what to bring." And as she sagged back into the chair and Bobbin took to the air, vanishing in a quick blast of Between, her own faire was returning, their clamour muting as they felt the familiar mental exhaustion that pulled around their Mistress.

But they had found him. Now it was up to everyone else.

The moment Cuylar had the image of where Garatt was, Elphith turned to fly him there – and a moment later, he was on the ground and running inside.