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Date Posted: 16:08:19 11/20/02 Wed
Author: Raja (with Kyrath playing a cameo role)
Subject: And, though it has taken quite a while (procrastination is the creed) trouble finally catches up...
In reply to: Desaline n' Eyrieth/ S'von n' Connarth/ N'gar n' Vasilth/ Thayeth n' Pardeth 's message, "Avoiding the wrath of Raja" on 20:33:33 11/14/02 Thu

An icy voice cuts smoothly through the gaiety.

"Well well well. I see our prodigal children have finally decided to return home. Nice to see you all again. Were you hungry? Injured? Yes, I thought so. Forgive me for not using your names...I seem to have forgotten them."

The weyrwoman stands a bit to the right of the younger of the bronzeriders, glaring at all four of them with enough contempt to curdle milk on a cold day, arms held rigidly and indignantly on her hips. She glances at each of them, hard amber eyes promising some horrible, unspeakable fate will befall them in less time than they would hope.

"What did you think you were doing? This is not some bedtime story where you can all go gallavanting off just because you are dragonriders. You don't even deserve the name" she flings the words like daggers "Real dragonriders would not put the lives of their dragons on the line in such a time of need with such callous uncaring. Real dragonriders would not leave without so much as a simple explanation for their weyrwoman as to where they had gone. You do not deserve the honor of being real dragonriders."

The petite woman pauses, letting her words sink in. She is nearly trembling with suppressed rage, yet when she speaks again, her words are deliberate and measured, weighted with the fullness of her wrath.

"If we were not in such dire need of riders..." the threat hangs on the air, seemingly tangible over their collective heads. "As it is, I want no excuses as to why you left. If I have to listen to one feeble excuse from any of you, I cannot guarentee I will not kill you right then and there. I have never killed before, but the way I am feeling right now, I am sure it would not be too hard. Right now, just go to the barracks. I cannot trust you to have your own weyrs like the rest of the dragonriders. I will deal with you later."

She stands, seeming to glow white hot with fury directed at the four, and all of her threats seem somehow very, very real.

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