Storm on the Horizon (Hatching Feast)

[riki]

"Hello Sitka, I hope Wapitith is as proud of her new children as I am for my newly impressed candidates" Zanira's voice was firm and yet calm as she talked, a smile crossing her lips as she responded to her fellow greenrider before turning back to D'nalis. Her cheeks flushed softly as he said that she should be proud of her candidates, and she didn't feel the need to repeat that she was proud of them as he was right next to her. Next thing she knew his hands where upon her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze that filled her with comfort and she found herself sighing lightly as she responded to his question "Xerith is taking it rather badly, you know how motherly she is with the candidates" she bit her kip knowing that the same comment applied to her too.

She was about to respond further when the Lord Holder came down with his sudden illness, and she found that her blood was still drained from her body even after he was escorted from the room. Heck she could still hear his dry-heaving despite him not being in the room anymore. Shuddering she remained in a state of shock as Sitka addressed everyone in the room that the Lord Holder had been poisoned and that the poison was in the soup. Instantly the Candidate Master reacted, her hands reaching up to take D'nalis's in her own with a sudden deadly serious expression upon her face "I would like you to help me take all the soup off the tables. I don't think anyone would eat it now, but you never know and I think it will be best to remove it to the kitchens where it can be assessed and destroyed"

Zania may not be the weyrwoman but you couldn't fault her ability to organize people, and she turned to Sitka as soon as the bronze rider was sent on his way "Sitka I think it would be a good idea to pull aside anyone that has eaten the soup. Nothing may happen, but I certainly think we need to observe them for a twenty four hour window just in case" as soon as she said that she moved off to the nearest person, pulled away the bowl of soup that he had been about to eat, and tipped it in to the serving pot. She repeated that with each bowl she could see, and every so often the calming sound of her voice filled the room comforting her candidates and asking everyone to remain calm.

[Akira]

Akira smiled shyly when the boy looked at her. She normally didn't talk to people she didn't really know, but she had spoken to Berengar, even if it was just to ask if she could sit by him. Her cheeks started to redden when he smiled, and spoke to her. She pulled out the seat, and sat down next to him. Amaranth trilled curiously when she felt Hers' become embarrassed. She wasn't exactly sure why Hers felt that way, but she figured it had something to do with the boy, so she turned her swirling, blue/green eyes on him, and tilted her head. Greetings, I am Amaranth. What did you do to Akiramine? Akira shushed her dragonet when she heard what she had said to the candidate.

Please Amaranth! I'm sorry. Her voice was an almost inaudible squeak when she tried to apologize for her dragon. Amaranth was only trying to protect Hers, and she didn't understand why Akira had become upset when she had asked her question to the boy. Akira's cheeks were now beat red, and she slowly played with the soup in front of her. She wasn't going to eat it, instead she broke off a piece of bread, and slowly chewed it. She was embarrassed beyond anything she ever though she could be. I am sorry Akiramine. Amaranth crooned, and laid her head in Akira's lap when she apologized for upsetting her rider. Akira dropped the bread that had been in her hand when she heard what had happened.

OH NO!!! Akira wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, and was extremely scared. She moved from her chair to kneel by Amaranth, and wrapped her arms around the dragon's neck. Amaranth growled protectively when she felt the fear that Hers was feeling. I'm scared. Akira's voice was quiet, yet still audible to whomever chose to listen to her. The garnet dragon wrapped her tail around Hers, her eyes quickly swirling a yellowish orange/red in color. She wasn't sure what was going on, all she was aware off is that Hers was scared, and needed her protection.

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A'likMine, there is trouble at the feast. Moruth's voice was loud as it entered A'lik's mind. The first thing that popped into the man's mind was that something bad had happened to Cassondra. He started running, he had already been on his way to the feast. He slid to a stop when he saw all the people freaking out when he heard the order that no one was allowed to leave. Alright Moruth, where's Cassondra? His head was carefully scanning every person in the room for the woman, when finally he found her. He hadn't needed his dragon to tell him where she was surprisingly. He quickly ran over to her, and saw that she was beside Sitka. Are you ok Cassondra? His voice was full of worry as he spoke to his Weyrmate.

Moruth bellowed trying to get everyone to quiet down, as well as trying to get the attention of the other dragon's and their riders. He wasn't sure if all of them had known about this, but he himself wanted someone to explain what had happened to make everyone seem so upset. A'lik looked over at the large brown dragon when he bellowed, wondering what the effect of his loud voice would be. He didn't wonder about it long before the thought of something happening to Cass entered his mind again, and his worry for her showed on his concerned face.

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K'lin had just entered the dining hall when everything started to go wrong. He had been hoping to have a good time before he went off to start working on a lesson plan to present to M'cant. He sighed and shook his head, wondering who had caused all this. He made his way carefully to Sitka, and only barely made it through the throng of complaining people. Sitka, what happened here? His voice wasn't the usual kind, gentle one he normally used. It was hard, and emotionless instead. His eyes were shining with worry and curiosity as he gazed at the green rider. K'lin suddenly had a very worrying thought. What about the weyrlings?! He started scanning the crowd, looking for any of the new weyrlings, hoping they were alright.

[Zara]

D'nalis stopped what he was doing and looked Zanira straight in the eye and nodded. "Alright." He went off to do exactly as she had asked, taking soup bowls from people and dumping the contents into the larger serving bowls, taking the large serving bowls and the bowls he had confiscated out of the Dining Hall and into the Kitchen, doing his best to keep them from coming in contact with any other food as well.

D'nalis went through the entire dining room systematically, appearing calm and controlled, as per usual. He paused to calm a few people as he went. How that went really depended on the person and what had occurred to them specifically.

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Cassondra still didn't feel sick... not yet at least. She was hoping that she wouldn't be affected, but if this stuff was as potent as it was said to be, and she had no doubts that it was... She was going to be sick soon. That wasn't a thought that sat well with her and her displeasure showed on her face. She put a hand on her stomach, though not so much because she already felt sick, but... the idea of being sick...

Mine... You should go take care of yourself now. Her voice was laced with concern. She was sitting on the ledge in their weyr now, where she had stayed during the feast. Not yet, Hasth...

Hasth wasn't happy about her answer.

Cassondra turned, looking for the familiar voice. Hearing it sent a feeling of ease into her heart as she felt protected when A'lik came up. She looked at her weyrmate with a small smile, though er expression betrayed her worry. "I think I am, love..." she looked around her. She smiled slightly at him and hugged him quickly and tightly.

MyMoruth... Mine thinks that she may get sick. She ate the soup. She told him because she knew that Cassondra wasn't going to tell A'lik and she was worried for her lifemate.

[alyx]

Navir took in Cassondra's words, regarding the girl in a different light. She was a candidate? Jaysarrae didn't look like what he would have thought as a candidate. She was very pretty, and dressed rather nice - like she had been a from a Hold Elder's family. But then... looked like Navir was wrong.

"Well then, welcome to Alietran Weyr, Jaysarrae. I'm sure you'll-" Something about the Cassondra's body moved brought him to a stop. He nodded to the Greenrider, taking the command to remain with Jaysarrae as he would any order from a Elder or Leader. Navir stepped into the spot never to the dark haired girl left by the departing Greenrider, eyes watching the chaos as it started to unfold.

People began to panic. Dorian chirped, looking at Jaysarrae's two flitters, then around the room with red hinted eyes. His nails dug into Navir's shirt, the hisses and chirps getting louder as the whole Feast began to fall apart. "Dorian, stop," Navir hissed at the Brown, "You aren't helping. Be still, please."

The Brown hissed again, softer, but hunkered down on Navir's shoulder as the boy looked around. Akira had been with her hatching toward the front - he worried if they were okay. He wanted to find the Candidate master... or follow Cassondra, or... anything but stand here and feel useless.

Turning to look at Jaysarrae, he shot her a slightly lipsided grin and held a hand out to her. "Come on - she said to stay together. If we are holding hands, its less likely we'll get split up. We need to find the Candidatemaster or someone and figure out what we can do to help." He would wait for her to take his hand, but if she didn't, he wasn't sure what he'd do.

He wanted to get them out of the chaos or help. He couldn't just standby and let it happen without trying to do ..... something.

[Kitsuneko]

"Sitka." She heard her name and turned around to see Cassondra.

"Hey," she said. "You alright?" She wasn't sure who all had eaten the soup before they realized it was poisoned. There were still people just coming in to the Feast who hadn't had time to start eating, so she supposed she should be thankful for that. Still, she hoped none of her friends got sick from this. "If you do start to feel sick, go to the Infirmary, okay? There may be something they can do to help you there," Sitka frowned worriedly at the other greenrider. "Take care of her, alright, A'lik?" she added with a tired smile at the brownrider.

The next person to talk to her was Zanira. She was impressed and relieved at the way the Candidatemaster had jumped in to help without question. She nodded at the woman's suggestion. "That's why I've told them to go to the Infirmary. Should we send all of them there, even if they're not sick yet?" She was thinking of Cassondra, and other friends of hers. On the other hand, the Infirmary was already bound to be crowded, she wasn't sure there would be enough room for all those people...

Once her business with Zanira was concluded, she began to look for K'lin. M'cant was probably in the Infirmary--she thought she had seen him heading that way earlier with L'cal. It looked like K'lin found her first, however. She quickly explained to him what had happened since the beginning of the Feast. "Zanira and D'nalis are getting rid of the soup and the healers are keeping everyone who's sick in the Infirmary. Wapitith says M'cant is there too, so I'm going to need you to take care of the weyrlings, K'lin. Get them back to the barracks and out of the way, assuming none of them are sick as well. You'll probably be in charge of the lessons for the next few days as well." It was times like this she was glad they had an assistant weyrlingmaster.

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Berengar was surprised to see the girl's face turn red, and even more surprised when the garnet dragon at her side spoke directly to him. "Well, hello there, Amaranth. I don't know, what did I do?" he asked, quirking one eyebrow as he glanced at Akira.

Unfortunately, their conversation was cut short before too long by Kalgar's collapse. Berengar stood to his feet, mouth open in an expression of surprise. He heard Amaranth growling and turned to Akira. "You should probably get out of here," Berengar said as he coaxed Semi onto his shoulder. "We should probably both get out of the way, and I'm sure the Weyrlingmaster will want you and Amaranth safe in the weyrling barracks."

[Akira]

Akira trembled a little as she hugged her dragoness close. She was terrified, yet extremely happy that she hadn't actually eaten any of the soup that seemed to have been the cause for all of this. She looked up at Berengar when he spoke to her. He was right after all, she needed to get out of here and keep Amaranth safe. I will protect you Akiramine. You are safe with me. Amaranth's voice was a soothing, calming feeling that Akira was glad for. It gave her something else to focus on instead of worrying about if they would get out of here safely. Akira stood up, still scared, but she felt a little calmer now. Probably, but what about you? Are you going to the candidate barracks? She wasn't able to wait around for a response because the assistant weyrling master called out for all of the weyrlings.

Amaranth stayed close to Akira's side as they made their way over to the blue rider. She listened to his words, and then nodded. He had told them all to stay together, so that meant that she had to wait for all of the others to get there, so that they could be safely taken back to the weyrling barracks. Akira took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself further, and reached her hand down to rest it on Amaranth's head. Akira wasn't sure what she would do if Amaranth hadn't been there for her. The garnet dragon crooned to Hers, wishing she could make her feel safe again.

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K'lin nodded when he heard Sitka tell him that he was in charge for now. He wasn't exactly sure how the weyrlings were going to take this, but he had to get them all to safety. Weyrlings, please come over here! He raised his voice as he called out for all the weyrlings that had attended the feast, thankful that he had managed to make his own voice louder than that of all of he commotion. Please all Weyrlings bring Your's to the side of the dining hall where Mine is waiting for all of you! Bearith's wild voice wasn't very sweet as he projected his voice into the minds of all of the young dragon's that had attended the feast. The blue dragon started pacing in front of the doorway to the dining hall. His had told him to keep an eye out for any other weyrlings that might be heading to the feast late, and that is what he was doing.

[tariala]

Lord Akand of Arnus Hold had avoided the soup after hearing of its spiciness from his neighbors -score one for the limitations of age!- and now looked around with a frown. "Now, now, I for one am glad that the Weyr is taking the safety of its current and future guests seriously." The old Lord's voice boomed, directed at the agitated people in his vicinity. "It is worth a bit of inconvenience to investigate who would disrupt such an occasion as this."

Akand would doubtless have felt differently had he brought his Heir along as he'd originally planned, capable as his Steward was. But Dakis was perfectly capable of running things at home (and did, most days) and so Akand was free to sit back and try to calm the crowd with the influence of rank and and the wisdom of maturity. The man's sharp eyes missed nothing, however, and lit on Sitka briefly- he'd play nicely, as was his way, but he meant to have answers to this debacle one way or another. If the Weyr failed to discover anything, he would tap his own sources in search of them.

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Jrolann curtly excused herself from her conversation as the chaos began unfolding. She winced when she saw Lord Kalgar stricken -what a relations disaster that would be for the Weyr!- but her mind spun with other questions. Was this someone's warped idea of a joke? Had they gotten lucky on a more sinister plot? And how had the one(s) responsible have gotten to the food? Someone had to know or have seen something that could help. They needed to not only find the responsible party, but figure out what steps to take to prevent a recurrence.

"Has anyone begun questioning the kitchen workers and servers yet?" She wanted to know as she approached Sitka. "I would volunteer to help begin that process, if needed. The faster we get this investigated, the happier these people will be."

[Zara]

Cassondra felt the headache then and the sickness to her stomach shortly after. She nodded to Sitka. "I'll do just that..." she looked at A'lik, her brows drawn together. She swallowed slightly, trying to keep down what felt like a fire coming back up her throat. She didn't feel as sick as probably some of the others, but... would it get worse? She certainly hoped not. "A'lik..." she looked at him then started walking towards the infirmary. Yeah... the infirmary was good idea.

Good, Mine... Take care of yourself. A'lik... Please take care of Mine. The Green crooned worriedly. She shifted slightly. She was anything but happy about this. She could feel the pain across their mental bond. The pain of Cass' head was worse than she was trying to let on.

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Jaysarrae just didn't want to be around the cloud. She was nervous. She was used to not always being treated so kindly, and where there were crowds, there was a chance of more than a few not-so-kind people. She looked up at Cassondra suddenly and blinked. "Um... O-okay," she said, her voice was soft and musical in sound, though right now... not overly smooth.

She watched the Greenrider go. Mal and Lan looked at the Brown and chirrupped, then turned, hissing and chittering at anyone who got close to their mistress. Mal started flying around while Lan, though still chittering and hissing despite cowering against her neck. "Lan. Mal!" She frowned. Mal didn't listen at first. She sighed. "Mal!" she said again, this time more forcefully, frowning at the dark green who slowly landed on the opposite shoulder as Mal.

She sighed, glad that at least her flitters were calm. "That's better, loves," she said, gently stroking her blue and giving her green a chin scratch. She blinked as he turned towards her with that grin. She felt her skin flush a little. Then she became serious. He was right. "Alright." She took his hand and was ready to follow him.

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D'nalis came back up to Zanira. "Have we gotten them all yet?" he was looking around the room, his gaze falling on all the tables and all the people he could see from this spot. He was sure there had to be another bowl out there... He was still calm overall, but he was still not slouching, which was the only indication that he was worried or stressed at all.

He looked around and spotted one of the Candidates who didn't appear to be sick. It was Raevin.

Raevin had watched Jrolann leave then was on his way out. D'nalis nodded. Good he didn't look like he was sick.

[alyx]

Navir watched the chaos, waiting for Jaysarrae to get her flits to listen to her. Dorian was never as bad as the green was being, but the Brown had his moments - especially like now, when their 'owners' were in a nerve rattled state. Still, he didn't mind waiting.

The moment Jaysarrae's hand touched his though, Navir was moving. His hand closed, lacing his fingers with hers as he weaved threw the frightened crowd. He didn't pull her after him - that would have been mean and cruel. "Dorian, find the Candidatemaster. I can't see threw all these people." The Brown thrilled, his little Klah Brown sails as he launched straight up into the air.

Wings beat, lifting Dorian over the heads of those around the pair of Candidates. He turned, looking, looking confused for a moment... Navir almost called him back when the little Brown chirped and dropped a little lower, bobbing off as if leading them. Navir looked back at Jaysarrae again and winked playfully, trying to keep her relaxed as he followed the flit's lead.

It didn't take long to find the Candidatemaster; as Navir moved up to meet her, it was clear that she had something against the Soup. She seemed to be... collecting it? As he slowed to stop next to her, he felt Dorian drop back and land lightly on his shoulder. "Candidatemaster? What's going on?"

[riki]

The call from Navir made her turn her head, and she offered the candidate a smile that she hoped didn't show her concern. For a moment she considered covering up what had happened to stop a panic, but she decided not to. People would learn what happened one way or another, and she didn't want to loose the trust of her candidates by lying so she decided to tell the truth "The soup has been poisoned Navir, and I was wondering if you would be kind enough to gather any candidates that haven't eaten the soup and return to the candidate barracks ... if they have eaten it then send them toward me" she ushered the candidate on with a motherly smile before turning to watch D'nalis walking toward her.

Zanira smiled gratefully as D'nalis returned to her, he was a dependable guy and she found herself wanting to spirit him away and hide him away from the other women in the weyr. Keeping her feelings hidden under her calm facade the candidate master looked around the room, and then turned to look to Sitka as she asked if they should send everyone that had eaten the soup to the infirmary. It felt odd to her to have people asking her questions, especially riders of clutching greens whom she viewed as having more status then herself. Firming her resolve she reminded herself that she had taken control and people looked to her for guidance, and she would give them that. Shaking her head she responded to her fellow greenrider.

"I don't think we should send them all, the infirmary already have their hands full enough as it is without us sending in people that may not become sickened. I think we should keep those that have eaten the soup here in the dining hall for a few hours, and if they seem healthy we can send them back to their rooms" She wasn't sure if keeping people in the dining hall was a good idea, but it had enough space to hold the number of people that had ingested soup, and at least everyone could be kept under observation. Zanira didn't think that symptoms would take that long to show, and to be honest she didn't think they would show in people that had ingested small amounts of the soup ... but it was better to be safe then sorry.

Turning to D'nalis she tilted her head curriously "Do you think we can move the tables aside to make more room? Maybe we can even find some furs to bring in here to make people comfortable while they wait"

[Zara]

If D'nalis had known what she was thinking, he probably would have grinned and probably would have up and given her a kiss right then and there. And told her that he would have hidden her away from the other men of the Weyr. He liked her. A lot. She was a great and caring person and a good leader. He walked up to her, standing at his full height still as he was still on alert and taking the position and situation they were in seriously. And, yet, he was chewing the piece of straw the same way he did when he was relaxed.

He looked at the Candidates and gave them an encouraging nod while Zanira talked to Sitka. "You have done a good job of keeping calm. I think you are fully capable of setting the example and encouraging the others to be equally as calm." He gave an encouraging smile. This boy may very well have the makings of a leader in him.

D'nalis nodded to Zanira. "It should be. We need to get the rest of the food out of the way and have everyone move away form whichever tables we're moving. I'll enlist some help of anyone who isn't sick... yet, at least." He cast a look around the room, already deciding on what actions he would have to take first in order to make sure that everything got done.

[Night]

Freya
Freya had just gotten some food for herself. The candidate sighed, unhappy still that she hadn't impressed. Would she never find her partner? Across the way she saw N'kron and Alyara enter the feast. The green and brown riders staying close together as they said hello to different people they knew. As word started to spread of the food being poisoned, Freya's face drained of color and she dropped the spoon she was about to place into her mouth. "Thank Faranth I didn't eat that yet." Putting a hand to her chest, she was about to seek out Tai'n when the weyrling moved to the others. Apparently he'd been called already. So, where did the candidates go to then? Grabbing up her bronze, Freya looked around for someone she knew from the barracks.

Tai'n and Braith
He nodded as Akira greeted him back, and Braith crooned. Soon another had moved over to adress the new color and her rider, so Tai'n fell back a bit to let them talk. He wasn't hungry it seemed as he threw a quick glance to the food, and Braith nuzzled his rider before yawning. The blue was tiring already, and curled up, putting his head on his feet. That was before the greenrider came in announcing they'd been poisoned. Blinking wide eyes, Tai'n put a comforting arm around Akira. "We'll be okay you'll see. You didn't eat any of the soup did you?" Braith got to his feet, worried about His and the others around them. They're calling us to meet Tai'nMine. Come on, we've got to get over there now. Things will look up soon I'm sure. Nudging the boy toward the weyrlingmaster, Braith looked up at Tai'n with swirling yellow, green eyes.

Alyara and Avirith
Ara pressed down the forest green fabric of her dress. She wanted to look nice today, so she had went with this outfit, a new one that Tai'n had made for her. Smiling, the greenrider looked out at darkening sky where a moss green shape was twirling in the air. Avirith, you're showing off again. The green swept past where Hers was walking and crooned. Of course I am Mine! I love to dance and I'm definitely good at it. Why not show off a little bit? The dragoness did a loop followed by a dive to prove her point. Shaking her head, Ara went over to N'kron and put her arm through his. "Hello my fine brownrider." Smiling, Ara teased the boy she had called her "brother" for so long. They'd grown up together as weyrbrats with Tai'n and Freya.

They entered the dining hall like that, walking around to different people they knew and greeting them. Of course right when things were starting to get fun was when Sitka came in announcing the worst. "Oh no. Do you think that it's because of the new color N'kron?" The greenrider shook her head. Who would try and harm innocent children? The weyrlings at least seemed okay for now as did the candidates. Moving over to Sitka, Ara looked at the fellow greenrider with concern in her eyes. They'd impressed at the same hatching after all and knew each other a tiny bit. "Are you okay? What about the dragons? Have they been harmed in anyway too?"

[alyx]

The Candidatemaster's words chilled Navir inside. Poisoned? But... How? Why? He didn't understand at all! This was supposed to be a happy time for Pern, not just the Weyr! He hoped everyone would be okay. He also remembered the drunk acting Weyrleader - he had been eating the soup. Shards.. how many others?

"Of course, Candidatemaster - you can count on us. I saw Freya earlier, and Rider Cassondra already pretty much ordered Jaysarrae and I not to split until this got settled." Navir wished he could do more, but he knew the best thing he could do was as the woman had asked him. He gave a sigh, his fingers flexing softly on Jaysarrae's hand, and nodded. " Alright Candidatemaster. We'll grab Freya and any other candidates we can find. Do be careful, alright?"

Navir managed a smile at the Candidatemaster as he stepped away, taking Jaysarrae with him. He had seen Freya, Banalii, Raevin, a brief glimpse of Seana, and he thought Berengar - but in the chaos, he didn't know where they all were. "We are gonna be wandering around here forever looking for them." He voice was a growl, but loud enough that Jaysarrae could probable hear.

After casting looks around, he spotted one.. finally. Freya. She looked lost - he couldn't blame her, taking Jaysarrae with him as he called to her. "Freya! Over here!" He beckoned the female Candidate to him, relieved to find at least one. Navir was worried, unsure how to find the other Candidates in the crowd.

Finally, frustration took its toll. There was NO WAY they were gonna find each other in this mess. "Okay - we're doing this my father's way," Navir muttered. Letting go of Jaysarrae's hand, he claimed a sturdy looking chair and, after wiggling it to make sure to wasn't going to fall apart under him, Navir stepped up onto the seat.

The view from the elevated spot the chair put him in was much better at seeing people; he spotted several of the Candidates in the mess. Cupping his hands around his lips, he took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn't get in trouble, then used his best voice to carry over the crowded of the Feasting Hall.

"All Candidates gather over here please! I repeat, All Candidates gather over here please!"

Tagging: All Candidates at the Feast

(OOC: Hopefully its not too much )

[Kitsuneko]

Sitka nodded approvingly as K'lin went to gather the weyrlings. That was one more thing taken care of. She should probably get someone to do the same thing with the candidates as well--but before she could find Zanira again, she heard Navir's announcement and shrugged. It appeared that was already taken care of as well.

She went back to fielding questions from the guests as best she could, and she was gratified to hear Lord Akand speak up in her defense. At least one of these Lords had their head on straight. "We would, of course, appreciate you cooperation as we try to discover who is behind this. We will do out best to figure this out quickly so you can get home," she told the crowd.

Then she saw Jrolann heading for her. She first shook her head. "No, nobody's been sent to that yet." There were so many things to think of! She couldn't imagine trying to all this herself, and she was doubly glad that so many other people had volunteered to help. She nodded when the greenrider volunteered herself. "That sounds like a good idea. Oh--and check with the candidates as well," Sitka pointed out, grabbing Jrolann's arm. "Some of them may have been put on kitchen duty today to help with the Feast, they might have seen something."

Sending her off, the next person Sitka ran across was Alyara, a fellow greenrider who had Impressed from Eynalth's last clutch as well. She gave her a weary smile. "I'm okay, I'd chosen to skip the soup, thankfully, and it seems the rest of the food wasn't poisoned. The dragons seem to be okay, though a few of the riders are sick. I'm not sure this was directed at the dragons, or even the riders. Lord Kalgar was the first to get sick, and he's one of the worst..." She sighed. "I just don't know. At least nobody has died."

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Berengar left Akira, since she had been called by the Weyrlingmaster, and he stood by himself. He wanted to get out of here, and quickly. Before anyone noticed the bundles of herbs that included fireroot still in his pockets from earlier that day and started asking questions.

He heard Navir's announcement and swerved toward him. "What do you suggest we do now?" He asked the younger candidate, since he seemed to be in charge.

[Night]

Freya jerked toward the voice that was calling for the candidates. Well..unfortunately that would be her. Heading over, she clutched Thor to her chest not wanting the flit to get into any trouble. "I'm here too. What are we going to do now?" The girl looked up at the candidate with determined eyes. Now wasn't the time for being upset about candidacy. Now was the time to help out and get to work. Looking over at Berengar, Freya shook her head. Something seemed different about him. Was he a bit nervous looking or was that just her? Scolding herself for thinking badly of anyone without proof, Freya looked up at Navir again.