Taking the News

Writers: Emma, Suzee
Date Posted: 1st July 2014

Characters: Bryvin, Z'man
Description: Bryvin sends notification of the Lord's passing
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 7, day 1 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Morin

Bryvin

It was confirmed and Bryvin had to take the next step which was to
notify the Weyr and all the other Lord Holder's across the continent.

He walked slowly from the docks toward the place where their
watchdragon and his rider were housed. Knocking on the door he stepped
away and clasped his hands behind his back.

"Just a moment," Z'man called out. The brownrider got to his feet and
grabbed his walking stick as he limped to the door. "How can I help?"

"Good afternoon Z'man," the Steward inclined his head politely to the
brownrider. "I have dire news to relay to the Weyr without delay."

"I see, does it need me to take it, or can I just ask Maaloth to relay it?"

"Well," he said slowly. He realized that he didn't know the dragon's
full capabilities. But he had no problem with telling the brownrider
the news. "It's not to be sealed so I can tell you and you decide how
best to handle it." He took a deep breath. "Lord Morin has been killed
in the recent squall. His ship was broken on the rocks and his body is
being recovered by a search vessel we sent out. I am on my way back
from the docks but the Weyr must notify the Conclave of Lords as soon
as may be."

The brownrider nodded as he took in the news. "I think this had best be
taken in person, unless you want it all over Pern faster than a trip
/between/, Maaloth and I can be at the Weyr before the candlemark is out and
give the news to the Weyrleaders."

"Thank you," Bryvin said. "I will go and draft the message for the
Weyrleader if you wish."

"That'll give me time to get his straps on, it's not so easy at the moment,"
the brownrider gestured to his leg. "My leg is getting better though, and
you'll have a new watchrider here soon enough."

"We'll be sad for you to go but I know you are eager to get back to
the Weyr." He started away from the door and then turned. "Can I send
someone to help you with the straps?"

"That would be appreciated," Z'man said. "Climbing to that brown lug of
mine's neck ridges is getting easier, but I still need a hand now and then.
I think there's a lad down at the tannery who knows how the straps go
together that would help."

"Good," smiled the steward. "I'll go round him up and send him to you.
Then I'll be back with the message."

~*~

A quarter candlemark sooner than he'd thought, Bryvin came walking
back across the square toward where it appeared the brownrider was
almost ready.

Z'man was just pulling on his jacket. "I'll make sure this gets straight to
the Weyrleader," he assured Bryvin.

"Thank you," he nodded and watched as the man mounted. It only a
matter of moments the news of Morin's death would be known to more
than himself and a handful of sailors.

"Is there anything else you need me to take?" Z'man asked as he clipped his
straps into place.

"Just my sincere thanks and wishes for a safe journey," he replied to
the brownrider with a respectful bow. Bryvin might be many things but
dragonriders were the reason Sunstone continued to exist and therefore
deserving of the tithe and holders respect.

And with that, Maaloth lifted gently into the air, climbing until he had
enough height to go /between/.

Bryvin watched until the pair wiinked out of sight and then turned to
go back into the Hold. He had much to prepare over the next few hours
and days. Soon the news would be winging across Pern and a Conclave
would be called.

In the meantime... he had a Hold to run.

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