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I don't like this. It is wrong to steal eggs from a queen, even if they are not her own. Lamreth protested to her rider. Audra nodded.

I am uneasy about this myself. she told the green. It was the truth too. She had been apprehenisive the last few days. She had followed Keli unquestioningly these last few turns, but she was beginning to wonder if this was right.

Then why do you do this? Lamreth asked.

Because it is too late to back out now. Audra replied, taking a deep breath. Let's go.

S'vith stood upon a forlorn ledge, looking down upon Shining Weyr with a devious smirk upon his face. He had recieved clear instructions on what was about to happen. They were to steal the eggs away from gold Amarith and from Fiacha only to give their Weyrlings a chance at Impressing their own dragonet and reviving their number of riders.

Weaving his right hand through his dark, sienna brown hair, messy and spiked in an atrocious array, he manuvered his hand down towards the back of his neck then back underneath his chin as he studied the Weyr.

"There isn't one person who'll return without a scratch," he commented as his eyes scanned across the grounds of Shining, searching for any location where their guard was let off only to leave an opportunity for an easy escape. "Shards, this will be a bit of adventure eh?"

Indeed. Beware, snatching eggs from a gold will be more than we'll bargin for. Anyone of us can easily be killed.

Turning around to lay his eyes upon the shadow, he smiled. "That's the risk we'll have to take then." With a swift glance back upon Shining Heights, a twisted smile crept upon his lips. Plans were formulating to their final stages, the fine details and decisions were being calcualted and arranged just now. In time, he would reap his long waited revenge upon Shining.

The shadow had been glancing down occassionally towards the Weyr, a bit mischievious within his thoughts while his eyes skulked around the grounds and treaded paths that encircled the fortress. As the soft bespoken words of Lamreth echoed through his mind he gave a bit of a sheepish grin.

Lamreth tells me that her rider warns you to be careful, S'vith. There is no room for errors.

S'vith's head perked up as he casted his sight towards the greenrider with a sly smile. He chose to be forlorn and walked lone upon a shunned path yet the young woman had always stood out to him, though he rarely associated with anyone, he had countlessly noticed her.

"I'm aware of the risks and I'll gladly take them. You know as well as I do that we need our weyrlings to Impress rather than those Shining Heights Weyrbrats. We need to keep our numbers steady and strong." He commented as he swept his bangs far from his face only to let his vision become clear and in full view without hindrance. "Don't you agree that our Weyrlings deserve a chance at the sands?"

Yes, but ready yourself mine for when the signal is given we must go.

S'vith rolled his eyes and sighed. He'd been told numerous times of how important the task at hand was but the constant reminder was begining to agitate him. For now, they could only wait until the opportune moment arrived and then they would commence their secret operation.

I know.

Slowly the waiting was tearing him apart. He could barely wait any longer or continue to stand in silence.

"What would you do if you came face to face with a Shining Heights dragonrider Audra?" He remarked as he drew out a slick blade from his pocket, unsheathing the dagger from its captive hold. "Would you flee or fight?"

Sliding his index finger upon the blades center, he drew his gaze towards her. The small flicker of cold hatred for the Weyrfolk kindling within his earthy toned eyes.

"I'd fight but I know that I'll end up shedding the blood of a rider." Drifting his vision towards the ground, the shadowrider stood silent for a few moments until he softly spoke. "It's revenge I want and it's rage and the burden of anger that drives me to kill. No matter what I do, I can never satisfy the desire."

Slipping the dagger back into its elegant sheathe, S'vith slowly looked back towards the greenrider. "It's a curse."

Folding his arms, S'vith quietly pondered. Why was he digging deep into his emotions? His personality that he was displaying was quite unrecongnizable. Still, there was something that made him trust the greenrider, though he still withheld his share of doubts from time to time. Perhaps just this once he could not hide the answer from her, this one time. Then he wouldn't have to explain to everyone. He was a "lone dragonrider" and neither rider nor dragon needed comforting from the woes and wounds the world had gashed unceasingly at. Unknowingly, the title was slowly crumbling beneath his feet, never to return again, but it would be turns before he could even realize it.

"Turns of torment." He simply replied, witholding the more secret information that one would desire and only offering something smaller in hopes to satisfy for what answer she sought for.

S'vith past was dark and forlon, living everyday in fear of one man who could determin whether or not he was to live another day or perhaps die from the powerful blows of his fists. His father had been extreamly abusive and everyday he'd pray that perhaps the man wouldn't come home. Gauges and scars reside upon his back and hips yet he's always put an effort to keep them hidden along with his past.

How did he manage to finally escape from his home and be able to stand at the sands? By means of one simple task. He killed his father. In this world, there lies competition within every aspect of life and his abusive father was a mere hindrance that became a jepardoy of hazard. It was either to kill the man or be killed. Yet the years of abuse and riled emotions tolled in S'vith's personality and soul. It was the emotions that had developed a "lone dragonrider" personality and forged his mind to become secluded and devious with schemes of revenge.

In truth, it was his abusive fathers' actions that, in the long run, had destroyed his chances and true personality from ever developing but if time would permit for a new soul to strive and form within, S'vith would be a whole new dragonrider if one could only look deep within the shell.

Alokith gives the signal. Lamreth informed Audra. Audra ran to her dragon and quickly mounted.

Let us hope that we walk away from this alive. Audra said, refering to the 'special' assignment they had been given in case Fiacha and Amarith do not run to aid the Lord Holder.

Lamreth took off towards the Weyr. Once near enough, Lamreth dove, checking out the surroundings and then rised back above the Weyr, keeping an eye out for the gold to rise out of the Hatching Grounds.