Someone's Walking Behind You

Writers: Curious
Date Posted: 25th March 2024

Characters: Dryvan
Description: Dryvan gets his marching orders.
Location: Emerald Falls Hold
Date: month 8, day 5 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: Shuvan
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A hand fell on Dryvan's shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. "Dryvan! Can I have a word?" the newcomer brightly asked.

Dryvan pulled back to blink confusedly at the man before him. A senior journeyman smith, Toltan was a nice enough guy, and they did run in the same... circles... but they had never had much in the way of interaction. Still, Dryvan shrugged and said, "Sure."

"Great!" Toltan turned to walk into the quiet halls of Emerald Falls Hold. Dryvan didn't question it as he followed after him; it wasn't his //place// to question. When he pulled him into a dusty old storage room, he knew that he had made the right call.

"I heard a searchdragon took an interest in you," Toltan said, his cheer dying off in favor of something more severe.

"It did," Dryvan carefully said. "I declined, though. I'm not doing my work for fun and games. I have no interest in becoming a rider."

Truthfully, he'd wanted to tell that hedonist to shove it where rukbat didn't shine, but there was something to be said for not giving yourself away.

Toltan hummed thoughtfully. "Did he give you a way to get in contact with him?"

The first stirrings of unease formed in Dryvan's gut. "Sort of," he said. "He said I could go to the Weyr if I changed my mind. That he'd give me the all-clear to stand or whatever the feck."

"Good!" Toltan grinned like he'd just won a thousand marks. "Do that."

Dryvan flinched back as if slapped. "Excuse me!?" he spat.

Toltan held his hands up innocently. "Hey, I'm just the messenger! Orders are, we need a new man on the inside - something better than some dumb kid who'll lose his nerve and go turncoat for the weyrfolk. And right now, you're the best in we've got."

"Who's giving these orders!?" Dryvan demanded. "Last I heard, Shuvan got his shaffit wrecked by the riders."

"Oh." Toltan's smile shifted into something a little more sinister, a shade more amused, and far more _hungry_. "You haven't heard the news. Shuvan isn't in charge anymore."

Dryvan's breath caught in his throat. "Then... who is?"

Toltan patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Just do your job, yeah?"

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