~~*~~ Fort Weyr - Arch Stone Bridge ~~*~~
Stretching the span of a deep chasm hundreds of feet below, the bridge connects one cordillera to the next. Engineered by imaginations of historic times, the bridge has stood between these plateaus for ages. Built solidly with a technique lost to those of today, there is evidence that it has become slightly weather worn, but is also indestructible. A dragon span in width, the bridge is constructed out of huge blocks of stone, layered in a fashion that each chuck supports the next and carries the burden load to the base, where it is meted together with the walls of the bowl - there by creating an arch in the design.
Exposed to the elements, the bridge is often dangerous to navigate. Winds or ice could become a potential threat, which is why the sides of the bridge have been built up with stone guard railings, reaching at least five feet in height. Scenic views aren't necessarily easily accessed for those who are smaller in height, for the rest, the view can be disorienting due to the height but spectacular otherwise. One can view the central and northern bowls from here, as well as get a glimpse of the hatching cavern and the training complex.


Rain pelts down in sheets that make visibility hard. At least it is a warm rain, and not the freezing of autumn or spring. This kind of wind and rain is why the sides of the bridge have been built up. And it is is the weather which brings Hazelon up to this secluded spot. He rests with his head upon his arms, allowing the wind and rain to lash at him, already soaked to the bone.

Abigail is making her way out from the Admin area, she has her flight jacket on which is making her walk a bit stiffly thanks to her shoulder, which has a good set of stitches in it to take care of the deep slash there, her arm and shoulder are both sporting a bandage that is unseen thanks to clothing after all. A golden firelizard hops here and then before she perches upon a edge and peers down at Hazelon, a soft croon escaping her before Annika hops down and settles there next to him. It may take a few moments but Abbey is soon there looking curiously to Hazelon while she pulls off her jacket and moves to let it settle around his shoulders. "Hazelon…" Is said with a soft tone, concern clearly picked up as she lowers into a slight crouch to look at him. Annika is a good little one to search out people, even ones that try to hide.

Whatever emotions are spinning through Hazelon's mind right now, they're not easy to read, especially with the rain sheeting down. It is a measure of how distracted Hazelon is though, that Abigail gets close enough to put that coat around his shoulders before he realizes it is there. He doesn't jump too far though, just enough to twist (painfully) around to see who is speaking. Relaxation comes when he pegs the wingleader. "Wingleader."

Abigail curiously watches Hazelon while she shifts to move and sit back, though not where the rain can get her seeing how he has her jacket. "Are ye alright?" This is questioned with a soft tone while Annika shifts to hop up onto Haze's shoulder and croons out at him.

"Aye." And he is… for the most part. After one very abrupt realization that being around the other candidates was a Bad!Idea!. He turns and steps out of the rain, running a hand though his hair as if he has just realized that he is wet. "Are you alright?" He'll look pointedly at her shoulder.

Abigail hums a touch before nodding while she leans back a touch and lets her arms fold losely before her, careful of her shoulder an arm. Her pale gaze curiously watches the other while Annika flutter up and lands upon her good shoulder. "I'm fine." Which she is. "Take more then that to cause me much trouble."

"I wish it wasn't me what caused you to get hurt." Perhaps the time standing in the rain has done some good, as Hazelon has decided a few things within his brain.

Abigail shakes her head slowly as her gaze lingers on his for a few moments. "Honestly?" Is questioned with a faint tone and she sighs a touch. "Ye did nothing for me ta get hurt Hazelon." She points out while eyeing him a few moments.

A twist of Hazelon's lips. The lies come so easily that it is hard to actually tell the truth. But with so many people hurt… perhaps this once. "I left the camp 'n didn't keep the others from followin'. It should've been just me, or not at all."

Abigail isn't one that likes lies, she feels that everyone should tell the truth after all. "Ye did not make them follow ye Hazelon." This said with a soft tone as her pale gaze still stays upon his for a few lingering moments.

A strange friendship then, as Hazelon's life is built on a tower of lies so deep he doesn't even know the truth any more. "I ain't tryin' to wallow in pity." His tone is firm as he meets that gaze directly. "But I know enough that I could've been stopin' them. Or done what you said and follow the rules."

Opposites does tend to attract, even in friendship one says. Abigail takes in a soft breath while nodding a moment. "But that was then, and this is now. One should not live in the past where things cannot be changed Hazelon."

Reaching up Hazelon brushes at his hair again, then looks downwards at himself. The bandages around his chest are hidden under shirt and now jacket. Finally, he shakes his head. "I ain't never lived no where else. The past be what writes us."

"The past is what writes us, but the future is not written." Abigail offers with a tilt of her head seen while she reaches out to give his arm a faint touch. "Which means, ye have the power of writing it into anything that ye wish Hazelon."

"That was what takin' this knot was suppose to be all about aye?" It isn't really a question, and maybe isn't even really spoken to Hazelon. He allows his gaze to drop down to that arm touching his hand, then up to her eyes again. Maybe there are more words he'll speak, but none slip past his lips.

Abigail lets her hand stay upon his arm for a moment before it lowers and she watches him with a brow raised. "Perhaps." Is said softly. "In a sense, yes. Ye still have the ability like everyone else to change yer future." She shrugs a touch before a soft breath is heard. "If ye have something ta say then ye should say it." From her past life as a Guard she has a way of reading people rather well.

Another hesitation from Hazelon. His stance stays steady and he doesn't fidget, but there is a hint of movement and unease none the less. "I let myself be belivin' that Ustrr wasn't out there, or least ways, wasn't goin' to be huntin' for me."

Abigail catches the faint movement as she still watches Hazelon, she lifts her head slightly and is soon nodding. "Ye have plenty of reason to think that. Ye was moving on with yer life there is no harm in that Hazelon." She waves a hand slightly. "One does that over time."

Calm determination colours Hazelon's voice as he sets himself again, no more movement now. A faint fire blazes behind his eyes, akin to the one that burns when he dives into survival mode. "That ain't goin' to be happenin' again."

Abigail frowns a bit as she catches that look from him, a soft sigh escapes her. "What will ye do then?" This is questioned after a moment, a brow raied and she continues to watch him.

"I'll be gettin' a new bow." Step one, go armed. Always. Even now in the heart of the weyr Hazelon has found a knife to hide ypon his body. "And then I be findin' a way to kill him." Calm, almost detached.

Abigail pauses at this and she watches Hazelon a few moments. "That is not the way to get something done Hazelon. That is the way to show that ye are nobetter then him and his men. That is something /they/ would do. I don't see ye as one of them." Her voice is a little low an she frowns just a touch.

"Mayhap I be like them, and it just took this to be lettin' me be figurin' out." That detachment hasn't quite left Hazelon's expression nor tone yet. He shrugs off Abigail's jacket and offers it back to her. No smile lingers on his lips, though he does wince slightly at raising his hands.

Abigail doesn't reach up right away to take the jacket though she slowly stands once she does take hold of it. "Ye shouldn't think like that Hazelon. I don't think that ye are like them in the least. Ye are yerself, no one can make ye be different, nor should ye wish it." She watches him for a few moments before pulling her jacket back on, slow and stiff like. The gold firelizard settles upon her good shoulder. "Ye should not let them win, should not let them take up anymore of yer time. Ye are better then them Hazelon and I hope ye will see that at some point."

"It's a big call to be decidin' who's better than who. I'd be one've them if Laris wasn't taken' down." A small, small smile etches itself onto Hazelon's lips. It marks zero joy. "Sides, if I'm gonna be makin' friends," He turns has he says this, to head down the stairs and away from the rainstorm, the words following behind him, "I ought to not be bringin' trouble."

Abigail shrugs a moment at this while she tilts her head to glance off. She was there when Laris was taken down, she was one of the riders that took his followers off to that Island, and she is one stil around trying to pick up the pieces left by Laris. "Hazelon, stay safe. Ye know if we ever need help I'd offer it." She's helped him from the start hasn't she? At least she's attempted to, and seems she'll still be there to help.

He pauses at the top of the stairs and looks backwards at the woman. He turns to just look at Abigail for a long moment. "I ain't sure there be anyone else I'd be wantin' to look after my back. But don't needs to be walkin' this. Got somethin' good here," and his gaze wanders upwards till his back is to the weyr. "No reason to be tossin' that for me." And with that last cool phrase Hazelon disappears down those steps his resolve crystalized.

Abigail is quiet as she watches Hazelon as he moves off, a faint breathescaping her. If he only understood that it doesn't have to be this way. Her gaze lifts up to the dark sky for a few moments, a tired sigh escapes her and she glances to Annika before the gold is off and fluttering after Hazelon to keep watch of him. She moves off heading to her Weyr, and some much needed sleep as well.