eachdraidh | Video | Morning of 22 November

[A little after ten in the morning, Waver’s face is on the network again. Behind him is the same inn from the last broadcast, and he remains as cool and stern faced as ever. His voice is calm as he speaks, with just a hint of authority to make it at least seem like things are under control.]

Good morning. We have received intel from within Redgate, and the objective of what is to be done to help it has changed. Those who went into Redgate first have since been dropped into the waters off the coast of Leathann. We have confirmed this both by scrying, and attempting locket communication which has only given us the sound of water. It is at the request of Redgate’s temporary administration that we find those missing, and get them onto dry land.

With that in mind, I propose the following: if someone is capable of bringing a map of the area between the Shipyard ring, Leathann, and the main continent with longitude and latitude clearly marked, we can determine exactly where those missing are. With that information in mind, we will ask those who can teleport or else fly to enter that area and locate the individuals.

Meanwhile, we will request that anyone who can access ships, or else provide a vessel of some sort enter the waters to act as a rendezvous point. If those flying or teleporting can’t carry more than one person with them, this will be key in getting everyone to dry land.

For all of this to work, I need that map sooner rather than later. Please.

Those who can offer the ability to teleport, please arrive here. Those who can fly, I ask that you get into the area and be on stand by - coordinates will be given to you the minute we have them. Those who have water and ship access, I ask that you do the same - head into the waters, and be on standby.

A list of names will be available to those involved in the rescue mission. Otherwise I would rather protect identities involved.

Thank you.

Private, to Rin

I’m staying in Daonna to administrate. There wasn’t a chance of me going into Redgate to begin with, there were plenty of other people more qualified than me. Sorry for making you worry.

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[Zhaneel knows naught of Redgate or the intrigue involved with the Fox or any of his people. She's actually done her fair share to keep out of Court business and survive quietly in her small piece of Caer Glaem that she called home. However, people are in need and she has the ability to both fly and carry they that might need it, particularly with a spell to lighten her load. So, Courts be damned, she'll do what she can, even if she doesn't know anyone involved.

She appears on the locket face, her small ear tufts perked forward and her gaze intense.]

I do not know you... I do not know many here... but I fly fastest of any in my Wing and will help in any way I can.

[The only gryphon that Waver knows of in the Drabwurd is Aubri. If Zhaneel is an acquaintance, he'll have to ask later.]

That you offer to help without that knowledge means a lot, miss. Can you tell me how far you are from the nearest faerie ring?

[Her ear tufts flick in opposite direction and she turns to the left, pupils pinning as she contemplated the distance. She gathers herself and Waver will be treated to the awkward and tilting view of the locket as the gryphon takes to the air with one fierce lunge upward. Several muffling wing beats later, she responds while still gaining altitude.]

Ten minutes on the long end... sooner if I can manage it.

[She casts her gaze at the locket as she flies.]

Is there a destination, yet, or shall we be searching a wide area? [Winter waters were unforgiving, and a smaller area to search meant a greater chance of success.]

[After conversing with Hiccup, and getting 80 MPH of dragon flight, the altitude gaining is actually preferred.]

We've narrowed it down to a certain area. The team at the Shipyard Ring has the co-ordinates, and the plan is to move forward into that area. There are ships en-route to move everyone onto.

[Yes, a conversation muffled by the hammering of wind from an airborne dragon would make nearly any conversation harder. Zhaneel makes a sound low in her throat, beak jerking in a tight nod as she cuts in a sharp turn, approaching the closest fairy ring.]

The Shipyard Ring... Are there any others working the skies? [She hadn't stopped to see if other fliers were en route.]

A Mr Jack Frost is en route there now, as are a dragon and his rider - Toothless and Hiccup, respectively.

[All individuals that she had seen on the locket, but never dealt with directly. She nods again, nearly at the ring.]

Though I've not met them, I've heard all their names before. Would that you warn them of my approach? I'd rather not find myself a target while attempting a rescue.

[Particularly since she was flying off into Gods knew what.]

I will do so happily, and with gratitude, if I can have your name.

[She reaches the ring while she speaks, circling and back-winging hard to slow her descent just enough to land. The leaves and broken branches crunch heavily beneath her feet as she rounds in the ring.]

Zhaneel... [A brief pause as she gazes into the locket once more.] Might I ask yours?

Lord El-Melloi II. A pleasure, Zhanel. I can only wish that it was under better circumstances.

[She clicks her beak, nodding once.]

'Tis often the case, I'm afraid. [She dips her head in greeting.] Well met, my lord. I shall be there momentarily...

[She braces for the activation of the Ring, something she's never gotten used to and doesn't really expect to. It is a sensation she considers practically the same as Gating, and just as enjoyable. The magic swells around her and in the next instant Zhaneel is standing within the Shipyard Ring. She shakes out her feathers, shuddering slightly in reaction to the magic that clings to her, and moves from the Ring to clear it for others that might be traveling.]

[Seeing passage through a faerie ring on the locket network is a bit of a jolt, but Waver rolls with it.]

I'll let Kaldur and Flora know that you're there, and hand further instructions over to them.

[She leaps upward, wings snapping open and beating down hard as she clears the ground once more. As well as she maneuvers on the ground, she is a creature of the air and will always move easier and more freely within the breeze than not.

Pumping her wings and folding her legs in against the wing, the gryphon gains altitude quickly and easily.]

I shall await their instruction and shall scout out the area until then.

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