Logs:Adorable Dragons Are Adorable
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| RL Date: 1 June, 2012 |
| Who: Azaylia, Damaris, Lina, Liri, Madilla, Meara, Quinlys, Val |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: New pairs feed and oil. It's adorably cute. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 12, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| The weyrling barracks are an excercise in controlled chaos; as new weyrling pairs are escorted off the sands, the weyrlingmasters in the barracks are shuffling them into a rough circle around an overflowing barrel of meat and a smaller barrel of oil with paddles stacked alongside. Here the existing pairs are indulging in their first meal, accompanied by the low hum of chatter and overseen by the adult dragons-- green Aryeth among them. As Quinlys deposits Damaris, Lina hurries over -- as much as she can with her limp -- to beam at the new greenrider. "Congratulations! She's beautiful-- what's her name? Come on over, and we'll get her fed." Eolenth prowls excitedly into the barracks, only to stop and circle back to Damaris the moment the dragonet realizes she's out of step with her rider. An excited little flutter of wingtips and a nudge with her snout - see, she's here! You're here! It's great! - before that face turns again to survey the environment, hunger fueled by curiosity as much as a rumbling stomach. Such wide eyes. Coping? Yes, she's coping, and she's moving. Her hand falls away from Eolenth when the little green moves ahead of her, but she hurries her steps to catch up. "Eolenth!" Damaris both calls to the green and answers Lina's question of her. She's efficient like that. "Here, food." Yes. "This way." She's skittering forward towards the meat and the oil and the paddles. Lina is a rock of calm in the chaos, though she's grinning fit to burst. "Eolenth, that's beautiful. Here, just have a seat with your brothers and sisters--" the greenrider instructs as she pushes ahead, effortlessly scooping up meat with one bucket to provide to the new pair. "-- and eat. There's oil for after, when you're ready. I'll be back in a moment; call out if you have any problems, and we'll take care of it." And while Lina rushes off to greet the next pair incoming off the sands, Aryeth offers a low, reassuring rumble as she overlooks the brood -- she's on the job. Meanwhile, Val's helping out some of the others, but in a skittering sort of way: experienced as a rider, absolutely new to this assistant weyrlingmaster business, now and again glancing at her wrist as though Meara's cheat sheet is written there. Eolenth edges closer to Damaris yet again, torn between the outside circumstances and the call of the girl behind her. But it's hunger and devotion that win the day as she whips that long tail about, nearly upending what remains of a sibling's meal in her haste. "I get it for you," Damaris notes, taking the bucket from Lina and offering a grateful smile. "Thanks." Another smile, this one sent towards Aryeth. The other hatchlings are currently just ignored, most everything else is. Everything besides attempting to get meat into Eolenth's mouth, that is. "Hey, hey, careful," she says. "Food. Eat." And there is meat, and it is being shoved into dragon-mouth. Eolenth doesn't have time to even think of doing anything else but bolting down the meat, something she does with great efficiency considering her age, chunks vanishing as fast as Damaris can serve them up. The tail flicks again, testing, as her wingtips flare out yet again to give her greater balance - it's hard to swallow and sit at the same time. "/I'm/ not a bloody weyrling," retorts prickly Val... and then one's coming in, Hraedhyth tight by Azaylia's side regardless of what the healers have to say about it. Which doesn't stop her from grabbing the bandages, from bringing them near, from... trying not to trip over the tail of the latest arrivals along the way. Azaylia is sniffling, a result of those still pouring tears that curve off of her thinned, grinning lips. "S-starving." The s-stutter returns, but after such an ordeal hopefully nobody will blame her. "Please, food for Hraedhyth first." A plea, though she wouldn't mind a nibble, even as her arm slickens with a thin layer of blood. Hard to say how bad the gold got her, but since her insides are staying in, it can't be that bad. Right? Pause. Damaris goes utterly still for an instant, starting at Eolenth, and then she's laughing, shoving more meat into the dragonet's mouth. "Eat," she says. "It's meat. It comes from the meat barrel. See?" And she's pointing towards said barrel. Yes. Another piece, shoved in. She blinks over towards Az and the blood and she winces, but a little headshake and she looks back to Eolenth. "And then to the bucket, and then to my hand, and then into your mouth." And she demonstrates. Eolenth has just turned to follow the line of Damaris' pointing finger when the next chunk of meat presents itself. Eager to please and hungry to boot, she horks it down without much to be said for chewing and looks for more. Maybe the answer is satisfactory, maybe not, but more questions are certainly on the way when her big eyes find Hraedhyth and the bleeding weyrling. "Yes, of course, we'll just get Hraedhyth settled here," Lina allows breezily, one hand hovering discretely under Azaylia's elbow just in case the weyrling might falter. "Such a beautiful name, and I'm sure she's starving. Here--" And then there is a bucket of meat being offered, as they approach the group of new weyrlings settled around barrels of both meat and oil. "Val and I," she adds, offering a grateful smile to the brownrider, "Are here to help. Take it nice and easy. The healers will be here soon." Hraedhyth's upset must be perceptible, and not only to Azaylia, not in the least quiet this time: « Stop now. » Anyone could hear. She hisses at Aryeth's rider, who's coming too close, and presses closer herself, licking out at the wet blood as though to cleanse her newfound rider. Or just because she's hungry. Azaylia takes a big ol' sniff, using the long sleeves of her robe to clear her gaze so she can look down at Hraedhyth. "M'trying..." She whispers for her dragon, though Val and bandages and food for her lifemate- all wonderful things. And then, Damaris! And Lirienne. "Congratula-" A morbid sight, painful giggles brought on by the gold's tongue as she's trying to coax her head away. "I will, I will." She tries to direct her new bond's attention towards the meat that's already dead. "I think you're supposed to chew," Damaris muses, shoving another piece of meat in the dragonet's mouth. "You know with people, they stop talking when you put food in their mouths." It's a thoughtful statement, traced with light humor and a tease. "It grows in the barrel, yes," and she seems so serious before she's pausing in the feeding to lean and press a big sloppy kiss to the dragon's head. "It comes from animals. You'll see. But not yet, because we're babies. And - I think she got scratched. It's okay, the healers will fix her." Aryeth stirs, watching Hraedhyth out of the corner of her eye. Her tone is no-nonsense, and filled with the force of age and experience as she leans a gentle mental damper onto Hraedhyth. « Calm. Come, eat. We will assist you. We are your family. Yours is in need of assistance. You may trust Lina. Come. » Val's happy enough to back off once she's delivered those bandages to Lina, and now makes further rounds, discreetly skipping over the two bronzeriders as much as possible. Well, except for the one who's so blissed out that he practically needs her firm clap on the shoulder to start breathing again... Onward onward, pausing by Damaris assessingly. "/You/ look like you're doing fine." Not like some of those others. Liri looks down at Kasvanth, then nods - looking halfway between stunned and bemused, "Ah, maybe. But then, well, what if no-one could eat the meat in that barrel?" she asks as the two of them near the barrels, and then kneeling down. "Definately - slowly though," she suggests, before going about the business of getting bloody raw meat to feed her wolven companion. Meara brings in the last of the weyrlings, with Quinlys trailing behind her, some of the joy lost from her expression, though it only takes a single glance at the tiny dragons to bring her smile back. "What do you need me to do?" she asks the older weyrlingmaster, looking a little uncertain; in due course, she's set to refilling meat bowls, and doing the rounds. Completely unphased by Hraedhyth's reaction, Lina continues speaking slowly and calmingly for the benefit of the pair-- though she does offer a breath more space between herself and the weyrling. "Remind her about the food," she encourages, holding out the bucket for Azaylia. "She'll feel better when she's eaten, and once we've seen to you. Come, sit. You must be tired. Azaylia, right?" Hraedhyth unwillingly settles, a /little/, under Aryeth's pressure. A very little. Enough to indeed sample that dead meat... and then to all but crawl inside the pail, gulping, broadcasting sensations of /delight/ and /starvation/ and plain-and-simple /yum/. Azaylia will concentrate on trying to get Hraedhyth to eat, and hopefully stop licking at her wound. The shared hunger makes her anxious, but she's more than happy to remain quiet while waiting for the healers. The bucket is taken, hoping that none of her own blood mixes with that of what's in the pail. "Uhm, yes. Azaylia. I-I'm sorry, she's-" And then the newly made weyrling is jerked down, arm abandoning her wound in order to hold the bucket steady for the feasting gold. "Ohgood." Exhaling a little sigh, Damaris pushes at the pretty green's side playfully before shoving more meat into her mouth. "I don't care," she says. "Later. We cannot go now." She rolls her eyes, finally abandoning the bucket in favor of going to get oil, flashing a grin towards Val. "We're, fine, yes. I, yes. She's just got questions." Beat. "Not trying to eat me." Big smile, and then she's turning back to Eolenth. "No, she isn't." Lina hesitates, glancing up at Meara for direction, then crouches awkwardly down next to Azaylia with her bad leg stuck out to the side. "There you go, easy does it." She maintains a careful distance, but picks up a bandage and bunches it uncertaintly. "Can you open your robe, Azaylia?" Nevermind that they're in a barracks full of her new classmates. "Or will she mind if I do? I should get a look at that scratch while Hraedhyth is eating. We've numbweed as well." "Not eating," Val says, at once awkward and relieved. "You, that is. Good. Good sign, yeah? Carry on!" She watches Damaris deal with her green, smug as though she'd taught the new little greenrider so very well, and then marches on to check on a young brownrider, lingering there far too long before being pulled away to... "What's your name? What's his name," she asks used-to-be-Lirienne. Meara's already walking - slowly, carefully - towards Lina and Azaylia when the greenrider glances in her direction; her smile is wan. "How are we doing?" she asks, once she gets there. "Azaylia, are you in much pain? Is--" she glances at Hraedhyth, her question clearly superseded: clearly Hraedhyth is not so bothered at this present moment that she's going to get upset. "Madilla's on her way down. She just had to drop her children off." Hraedhyth could still get upset. She /could/. Her rights to upset have not been revoked, for all that she's wolfing down the food, her mind fiery-bright and thrilled, thrilled, thrilled as she breathes great noisy gasps between the gulps. Azaylia lets out gentle huffs that sound suspiciously like 'hrrrr' as she struggles to bend into the wound, holding that bucket. "Think...she's distracted." She manages to get out, as the hunger is replaced by delight it's like a kind of numbweed. But boy would she love the real thing. "P-please." She manages to put the bucket on the ground, leaving Hraedhyth to scoot it along in her excitement if that's what she wants. Whatever she wants. "Oh, Madilla?" Azaylia sits now, her own curiosity forcing her robe open, once again, holdbred modesty is shed fairly easily this night. "It h-hurts." Oh so helpful. Liri feeds the distracted Kasvanth, "Well, maybe next time?" she offers to the mischievous blue, "Because that would make the meat taste, well, funny." And then Val's asking her name and the blue's, and at her lack of manners, the ex-healer turns a multitude of shades, most of them starting with the letter 'red'. "Oh! Uhm... Lirie.. I mean, Liri, and this is Ksvanth," she introduces them by, before offering another piece of meat. However, as bits and snatches of conversation from other pairs are heard, a concerned frown appears, and she looks over at the newest goldpair. "No, I don't think she's tastier than what you're eating, I think she didn't know better," Damaris tells her dragonet a little firmly, starting to rub oil into the little green's hide. She watches after Val briefly, flashing another reassuring smile that way, and then she's giving Eolenth a Look. "No. You may not taste her to see." Pause. "Yes, queens get special privileges. Look, see? She's eating the same thing you are now." Val, it must be said, is not eyeing up the stripping weyrling, if only because she's more-or-less tending to, "Liri. Lirie? Have you made up your mind? Ksvanth. Ksva-aa-aahnth. Nice to meet /you/," though it's a little awkward still: the kid is blue, after all. Of course, then she looks where Liri's looking, and has to laugh. "Oh, fantastic," Lina offers with quiet enthusiasm to Meara, though the smile for the Weyrlingmaster implies there are rather a lot more swear words she would like to add. "Please keep her focused on the food, Azaylia," Lina directs as she leans forward, bandage in hand to ever so slowly part the robe at the new weyrling's abdomen. "I'll just take a look, until Madilla can get here. I'm sure it must sting, but it can't be so bad. You'll be right as rain in no time. Let me just clear some of this blood away..." Hraedhyth relaxes a little as her Azaylia relaxes, and then swallows a particularly large chunk... and then /burps/, in a way that would make Ysavaeth disown her if she hadn't already. Then it's back to scooting the pail, scooting and clanking, chasing it down. Of course, her tail /does/ have a tendency to hook onto Azaylia's ankle. The smile Meara aims back at Lina? It's no less full of those unspoken expletives, though the Weyrlingmaster is, in general, less inclined towards them. "It won't be long," she reassures Azaylia. "We'll have you fixed up in no time, I'm sure of it." A moment later, the healer can be seen in the doorway, sans children but still in her hatching best. She looks tentative, hesitant - and then takes a careful stride in, approaching. Kasvanth has been quiet for a while now, chomping down bite sized amount of meat like a good little dragon, but then Val is talking. There is a glint in his whirling eyes, and he takes it upon himself to wander off while Liri is distracted by the bleeding goldrider. Hey now, his green sister looks kinda interesting, especially that flicking tail. Forepaw, takes a swat at it, and his gleeful laughter reverberates through the room. « Hold still, I can get it. » Liri turns even darker shades, "No! I mean, Kasvanth," she enunciates more carefully. Then, as an after thought, "And Lir.... " before Kasvanth's laughter distracts her. Thankful he's at least not shoving people headfirst into the meat barrels, she turns to see what mischief he's starting now, amusement mixing with dread. Azaylia may feel a twinge of embarrassment as the bits above her injury are now on display, though she can't bring herself to reach up and cupcover with her blood-caked hands. That'll bring more attention, won't it? Lina's words sink in a touch late, and she gazes down at Hraedhyth just as the queen burps. Any loving cooes are cut off by the sting of her injury, "Numbweed?" Someone mentioned something about that. Eyes flick from the hatchling to the healer in the doorway, familiarity blooming into reassurance. Meara and Lina both get a weak smile, "T-thank you, too. I mean, yeah." Articulate as ever. Lina catches when Azaylia's attention flickers, and she turns from her own tentative ministrations with a piece of bandage to glance over her shoulder. "Oh, Madilla!" She raises the bloody bandage in the air in a wave -- perhaps not the most well-thought-out gesture -- and says to Azaylia. "She'll have the numbweed, once she's taken a look. She has very gentle hands, don't you worry a bit. Has Hraedhyth had enough? Would she like some more?" That Kasvanth-not-Ksvanth swats at his sister's tail? Val leans over, she can't help it, and... reaches for /his/ tail, with an eye toward giving it a yank. « That is mine! » Eolenth is prompt to whirl towards Kasvanth, nearly knocking Damaris over with said tail in her haste to get it away from the blue. Her mental voice is sharp and metallic, though a beat later her outrage is giving way to a trill of laughter at her own startle and then Val's yanking of his tail. Not that she puts her tail back in the blue's reach. Dam huffs at the green, then just slides back into trying to get her hide oiled, chin tipping down, eyes glazing over a little bit. Hraedhyth looks up at the sound of her name as though to say that she /would/ like more, yes, she'd like the whole world's worth of /more/. And more. At least, until Azaylia's discomfort seems to register and she turns her head around to look: what? Or rather: « /What/? » Madilla's "Azaylia," is both full of congratulatory pride and obvious concern as she rushes the rest of the way to slip past the various Weyrlingmasters and come to a crouch beside her. She can deal with them later. "Let me take a look. It will be fine, I promise. We'll just get it cleaned up and-- I promise, it'll heal in no time." She's got a bundle of supplies under her arm, and a moment later, having given the wound a quick inspection, she's busy with them: more bandages, more pressure pads, more numbweed. "She's beautiful." Kasvanth yanks his paw back at Eolenth's outcry, his the gleeful laughter still in his tenor voice, « I know, but that is what made it fun. » Not nearly as much fun to catch one's own tail. Startled, the blue hatching circles on the offending hand, finding it attached to someone he doesn't know, not that he knows much of anyone yet, he scurries back to Liri, eyeing the woman from behind the weyrling. Azaylia is momentarily distracted by the other hatchling's antics, but her bond's very pronounced demand has her wandering gaze on a tight leash. "Nothing, no..." She can feel it, the fine balancing act in both mind and heart at keeping Hraedhyth from reverting to the beast she was on the sands. "She's still hungry. Can you bring a pale closer?" The weyrling isn't eager to move, though Madilla's voice brings some welcomed relief. "O-Okay. It's okay, she did it on accident-" Already making excuses. Her explination is cut off as goosebumps pucker on bare skin, the numbweed chasing the pain away. Sogood. The compliment registers a little late, "O-oh yes. I mean, thank you. I think so." Knows so. The game has been started. Ignoring Damaris's protests, Eolenth crouches low and starts on after Kasvanth as he scurries back to Liri. Yes, he is now being stalked. Not that she's very sneaky, because she's still a little wobbly on her feet, but she's certainly trying to go for the blue's tail. "Eolenth!" That would be Damaris. "Stop it, we're not /done/, you're going to itch..." And she's trailing along after, dripping oil. And of course, the green's broadcasted twinkling bell amusement further prevents her from actually sneaking up on the blue. Liri brings up her hand to cover the laughter threatening to burble out unprotected, "D'don't worry, Kasvanth. I'll protect you," she assures the blue, before nodding to the pales. "More food?" she asks him even as she kneels down a bit more for a better look - at least until she looks over her shoulder at the stalking green. Lips are bit again, but not in nervousness. Oh, Faranath. Such a snapshot on upcoming days, sevendays, and turns... "Thank you for coming so quickly, Madilla," Lina murmurs, easing herself back from Azaylia to make adequate room for the healer. To the both of them, she adds brightly, "Just let us know if you need anything, yes?" Getting to her feet is difficult, but Lina manages it quickly enough to catch the chaos. "I'll get you another bucket." Then, loudly, as she retrieves another serving for Hraedhyth, "Oil! Wouldn't all the weyrling dragons like oil?" Hraedhyth may not understand the healer, exactly, but something about her tone registers and she preens, bloody muzzle and all. And /then/ her lifemate's switch in sensation registers, and she's hurrying back, nosing: surely she too can have some of that. "Oh, of course," says Madilla, glancing up from her ministrations in order to smile at Lina. "I came as soon as I could. It wouldn't do to-- Oh!" Hraedhyth's approach has surprised her, and made her expression turn, not wary, but certainly more hesitant. "Hello," she offers, as her fingers keep working. And, as an aside to Azaylia, "I'll want you to come in for a proper look, tomorrow. Once things are more settled. The last thing we need is for this to fester, or... anything like that." Val waves congenially at Kasvanth: yes, she did that. Yes, she'd do it again. And then, she's off, right before she might have to officially notice Eolenth's upping the ante: others to help! Others without blood! She's on her way. Kasvanth quickly forgets about the tail grabbing woman as he is soothed by Liri, and it is then he sees his stalking sister. Oh a tail catching game it will be, then. Crouching to the ground in with a gaingily gait he looks like a colt trying to stalk some hay. Only hay wouldn't be moving, or trying to pounce on his limbs. Lina's proposition doesn't get another look. Hopefully they are far enough to keep anyone else from getting caught up in the action. Azaylia is quick to catch that probing head, "You can't lick this, Hraedhyth." Is a firm denial, but wrapped up in words made of squishy soft marshmallow fluff. Food, she tries to concentrate on, and oil. Oil will feel good, won't it? "Maybe some over here?" A quiet call for Lina, though she's not terribly sure just yet. Hands are holding as much as they're trying to soothe, though a flicker of worry has Azaylia looking towards Madilla. "I will, I just... is it going to scar?" Liri eeps, then leans forward, and snags Kasvanth's tail. Poor, poor tail, "Er... I think it's time for oiling. Are you itching anywhere? This will help with that," she pulls from her brief stint in the infirmary. "I bet it would feel lovely," she coaxes the blue to ...er.. not pounce just yet. Bewildered. "Aren't they supposed to -- I don't know -- listen to us?" Damaris asks of the room in general, watching Eolenth just completely disregard her in favor of stalking Kasvanth. Oh, he sees her. The green sits up and back, looks like she's going to comply with her human's desires, and then she's darting...saved by Liri. She skids to a halt, or tries, and instead goes tumbling. Tumblerollthud, in Liri and her blue's direction. INCOMING. "Oil!" Lina repeats, putting action to words as she fills buckets and distributes paddles. One to Liri, one to Azaylia, and then-- "Yes, dear, but she must be very excited. Here," she holds out a bucket for Damaris, and offers helpfully, "See if she's interested in an oiling? It will feel nice, I promise. She can play with her siblings afterwards, if she's got the energy." Madilla binds up the bandages with an efficient, but cautious, tug, and seems satisfied with the results. "I can't promise either way," she tells Azaylia. "Not yet. But we'll do our best to make sure it doesn't. How does it feel? Better? Do you need something stronger?" Because she's clearly wary about that, eyeing Hraedhyth cautiously. Azaylia seems to keep Hraedhyth at bay, though that tongue snakes out to try and lick at what's making Hers feel so good. But then, meat pail! And that makes /her/ feel good, so she's shoving her head inside once more. The weyrling gives a delicate sigh, muscles finally relaxing as the pressure around her waist settles. "I don't mind, just... curious." Perhaps not really a lie. "Oh, no. The numbweed is fine." Said with a heavy sigh as fatigue catches up with her, though her arms wrap around Madilla and pull her in for a hug. "Thank you." For the umpteenth time that night. The closeness has the gold's head cocking, watchful eye set on the healer, though not enough to stop her from gorging. Kasvanth just stares in amazement as Eolenth tumbles just for his entertain.... Hey! Liri pulls them both out of the way, mostly and then says mostly firmly, "We're still hungry," before pausing. We? "And then it's oil-time." Madilla draws back, nodding, and wipes her hands upon a spare cloth. "Good," she says, approvingly. "In that case - I'll leave you to it. And if you do need something more... just ask them, and I'll have something brought." There's that smile again, twitching around her mouth: she seems pleased, even as she's packing up her things and getting ready to move away. "I was, and she just..." Damaris waves the paddle in her hand after Eolenth, perplexed. Still, she takes the bucket from Lina, narrowing her eyes at the...wince. At the tumbling green. When Eolenth finally slides to a stop, she looks around catlike. Did anyone see that? I'm going to pretend nobody saw that. She gets up, stretches a little, and slinks back in Damaris's direction. They shuffle away from the others, and it's back to oiling. "Of course you are," the little blonde says, a bit crossly. "If you'd let me oil you before, you wouldn't be." Azaylia will let the healer go eventually, relaxing in her seat. It's enough for the gold hatchling to slowly, ever so slowly take her eyes off of Madilla. She'll be leaving, thank you. Dismissed. "Alright. I'll be in first thing tomorrow- when Hraedhyth lets me." No denial here, she knows who's running the show. "Enjoy the celebration." She hopes, as pleased as Madilla seems to be before turning her gaze to her lifemate. And then, to Damaris and Liri. "Your lifemates look," Burprumble from Hraedhyth, "-really perfect for both of you." Smile. Liri and Kasvanth eventually get straightened out, with food and oiling to be had - mostly. There are the random breakouts to be had, and in the chaos, Liri fails to actually remember to call out to Madilla - which will have to be done another time. For now, however, the redhead is wholely wrapped up in the craziness that is Kas, oiling and feeding. She does eventually manage to get Eolenth settled down. It's a trick, but it happens. Damaris falls to quiet as she oils the little green down, no trace of her usual laziness in the way she's attending to that hide. Because really. Az's words draw her attention that way, focus taking a moment before its drawn together. When it is, she smiles that way. "Thanks," she says. There's a look to the gold dragonet, and then she's looking back to Az and stating simply, "Congratulations. I'm glad you're - alright." Azaylia's lips part, only for another unladylike burp to leave Hraedhyth as the gold sits heavily on her rump. A hand reaches up, the weyrling scratching her head even as she replies, "Welcome... I'm, I was never in any danger. I don't think." Uncertainty is ignored, eyes gazing down at the squirming queen as she sets her gaze on Azaylia. Scratchscratch- oh! Careful, ever so careful, she stands and drops to her knees so she doesn't have to bend over in order to reach the nearby bucket of oil. Hraedhyth slides up under one arm, pressing in tight against the young woman as she begins to tend to the hide. She's allowed to be tired after the fact. And look, the little green appears to be asleep, consciousness gone in an instant. "Oh," Damaris says, sounding bewildered as she pauses in the oiling. "Uhm. She - do - I need to move her?" Eyes, so wide. She shifts on her feet, turns to look towards Quinlys. Help. A look, towards Az again. "Probably not," she says. "I'm still glad. You're okay." Yes. And then back towards Quinlys. "She's asleep." In case it wasn't obvious. "Do I need to - move her?" Quinlys rises from the oil vat, where she's been refilling containers, and seems amused by Damaris' predicament. Stepping across towards the weyrling, she says, "They do that. Awake one moment, completely dead the next. If you think she'll be ok here, just leave her. As long as she knows where you are when she wakes up. She'll probably be out a few hours, this time." The bluerider has an appraising glance for the sleeping green, expression turning cheerfully fond. "I mean, you could lift her, but - it doesn't seem really necessary, does it?" Lina straightens from helping one of the two young bronzes into a couch, then turns to help the next pair. Her steps slow as she passes Damaris, and she adds in a comment that's not /quite/ a correction of Quinlys, "If you think you can lift her, though, it might be easier to pick a couch? That way nobody will disturb her on their way out to the feasts?" To Azaylia, she adds, "If either of you needs help picking a couch or moving them, we're here to serve." Quinlys looks, for the record, appropriately chagrined. "Oh, feast," Damaris stares wide eyed, then swallows. Oh. She finishes up oiling the little spot, and then the bucket and paddle are set where they go. She sends a sympathetic smile Quinlys's way, and then she's attempting to lift the tiny dragon. And...failing. Thankfully, Eolenth wakes up enough to protest, « I was sleeping!! » quite loudly. Yes, thank you, little green. She helps with the moving over to the couch, though. And is promptly slumping again. Azaylia giggles at Damaris and her slumbering green. Her mirth is cut off as both she and Hraedhyth yawn in unison, though the queen is much noisier in her exhale. Far too throaty and deep for someone her size. "Shhhh." The weyrling tries, though everything else that is shared is done so silently as she continues to oil the gold. There'll be a slight more success for this pair, the dragonet already picking up and moving towards one of those couches. Lina's words are met with a smile, "Aaah... I don't think that'll be a problem." Hraedhyth chooses hers- the biggest, or what she sees as the biggest. There Azaylia will be mentally bullied to settle in next to her, delicately cradled against the gold's curled frame. She'll have to wait until her bond is completely knocked out before slipping away, if the thought even crosses her mind. |
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