Oprierd composed himself his expression utterly calm, he walked into the room where his father was as soon as he saw he was dead. He smirked inwardly and composed his facial expressions then turned to yell out the door. "Lord Strierd is dead!" He screamed out of the door waiting for someone to respond, a drudge came running and saw the man was dead. Oprierd looked at the drudge, "See to his bodies preparations I need to send a message out." Oprierd told the drudge as he walked out his expression unreadable even if inside a small part of him wanted to cry and break.
When he arrived in the hall he looked grief stricken but only barely, "Someone send word to the Holds, Halls and Weyrs. Lord Holder Strierd is dead." Oprierd said as they sent out the messengers and the soldier watch dragon lifted her head in a keen to the passed Lord. She was saddened by his death and knew that she would have to ask for someone else to come and watch over Hilltop she did not like the new Lord.
The Lord Holder of Hilltop Hold has passed away. She broadcasted to Plataeu Weyr she would let them all know quicker than any flitter ever would. Then her head turned towards Skullstones, Lord Holder Camiron. Lord Strierd has passed. She told him personally and she turned back to her duties.
((OOC: A month after Minervath Flight))
A mere ten minutes had passed before two dragon from Plateau appeared over the hold. Immenoth and Aquoryth circled the courtyard briefly before landing, nodding a greeting to the watchdragon before allowing their riders to dismount. They had left as soon as the message had come to the Weyr and their harnesses could be put on, so both riders were rather disheveled.
"Where is Opierd?!" E'ri yelled as he climbed down Immenoth's leg, about ready to tear the hold apart to find his half-brother. This... their father couldn't be dead. He couldn't. They hadn't been particularly close, especially since he and Kinue had gone to Plateau, but there was no reason for him to die, not now... He was vaguely aware of Kinue's arms around his waist, trying to hold him back, and the nervous shuffle of both dragons behind him, but he didn't care. He wanted answers, he wanted... for his father to not be dead.
"E'ri, brother, stop! Take a deep breath!" Kinue grunted as she was dragged along. Despite her efforts, her brother was taller than her and her efforts to keep him still were in vain. She understood his grief and shared it somewhat (though it was hard to grieve for a man who'd neither paid her much attention nor was her real father), so her head was more clear. "Don't just charge around like a crazed wherry, take a pill!"
Your sister is right, Mine. Immenoth murmured as she nuzzled E'ri from behind. Do not let your grief consume you. You are of this Hold and are blood to the Lord. Act like it.
It'll be okay! Aquoryth chirped, though there was a somber tone in her normally happy voice. We're all together and we'll be okay. Okay?
"You..." Sighing, E'ri turned to hug his sister, then his dragon's nose. Immenoth crooned comfortingly to him and he took a deep breath to steady himself. "We'll be okay."
Kinue nodded. "We'll be okay. We'll figure out what's going on, then we'll go home and do what we normally do."
"What, cause trouble?" he snorted. Turning back toward the Hold at large, he said, much calmer, "Please inform Opierd that his siblings here here."