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Post by Cait-flitt on Sept 24, 2012 14:18:41 GMT -8
It still baffled the mind how a group of barely organized--or so she'd been told--rouge dragonriders had been able to not only sneak past the watch dragons but into the very heart of Antaris to lay siege to the new clutch. It made even less sense how they had caught Wenmarath unaware. It was almost as though they knew exactly when she would slip away from the clutch and how long she would be gone. It had been a matter of minutes! They'd come in from between directly over the sands and invaded. Wenmarath had had to fight her way onto the Sands again, and barely in time to save her precious golden egg.
Subitra poked at the food on her plate with her spoon, her knife forgotten beside her plate and not for the first time wondered if she wasn't seeing the whole picture. With a grunt she shook her head; of course she was. There was no way her mother and the Weyr would keep things from her. It was their hope that she would Impress the Queen egg and transfer to Tarin to lend aide to the Gold-Greyscale Weyrwoman there.
Setting her spoon down carefully, she slid her plate away and looked around the Dining area, curious as to what the others thought about this attack. Was it simply a poorly executed grab for eggs by rouge riders as Antaris had officially announced? Or was there something more going on?
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