Logs:Aftermath 2
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| RL Date: 31 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, K'len |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Paige intends to spend the evening curled up in the barracks after the harrowing herdbeast incident. Fortunately, K'len peeks in and remedies that with a little comfort and reassurance. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 4, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| It's a bit past the dinner hour, a time when a good portion of weyrlings are enjoying their free time, most out of the barracks. A couple remain, writing letters and organizing their spaces, but Paige and Tiasheth don't seem to be among that number; the girl is curled up on her cot, holding a pillow firmly to her, and the dragon remains settled on her couch, eyes spinning slowly as she watches the other young people across the cavern. Having been kept fairly busy with other weyrlings, it might seem as though K'len was doing his best to avoid contact with some weyrlings more than others. But, today, he wanders in from the bowl and invites himself to look around and see who's lurking around the barracks. The ones writing and cleaning are observed but his attention lingers more on Paige and her lifemate. Tiasheth's head lifts slightly as K'len wanders in, offering a low croon for the bronzerider. On her cot, Paige inhales shakily and wipes quickly at her eyes before sitting up, managing a faint smile for him and a quiet, "Evenin', K'len. Sir." She says no more, though, biting her lip and dropping her gaze to her lap relatively quickly. Lifting a hand to wave at the green, it isn't until Paige sits up that K'len realizes that there might be something bothering her. Surely, he's not so daft as to not have noticed the shaky intake of breath, either for he wanders over closer - even if not quite invited to do so. "Tiasheth, looking lovely as always." He offers pleasantly to the green before arching a brow at Paige while just lingering standing nearby, "Something on your mind? You don't seem quite yourself." Paige trembles at the question but shakes her head hurriedly - too hurriedly, in fact. "Nothin' - terribly important, " she says unconvincingly, but finally peeks up at him, brow furrowed and eyes suspiciously moist. "I jus' - " Cue the chin duck again in a rather unsuccessful attempt to hide a fresh bout of tears. "Never'll be able t'hunt, now." And as her voice cracks, quiet though it may be, Tiasheth croons again, extending her muzzle to nudge lightly at her lifemate. If there were anything that makes K'len uncomfortable, it's the presence of a person breaking down into tears. He fidgets a little, looking at those suspiciously moist eyes, and then away from them as he thinks about what he should say. "Never be able to hunt? Why not?" He asks clearly confused by his tone, and tenatively reaching out to brush his fingers against her hair in what he considers a comforting measure. The letter-writers and cleaners eventually finish their business and head on out amongst low conversation, likely expedited along the way by their fellow's cracking voice and upset demeanor. "Imirath, " Paige whispers at last, eliciting an uncomfortable rumble from her dragon. "We was out in the feedin' grounds and he - Tia said he said he was gonna show her how t'pick out the bes' beasts, the ones most scared. V'delin let one out and it - charged fer us; Tia and Mikhuth and Valioth all leapt at it, and they were all angry and frightened and then Imirath scared Tiasheth by sharin' the beast's fear with her and - K'len, 'twas so awful. He brought 'er down and Valioth dug in and - 'twas jus' /awful/." She can't be talking about the blood since she already deals with that on a daily basis. Still, as he touches her hair, she sniffles and reaches up to touch his hand, trembling. K'len invites himself to sit beside Paige on the couch, so long as Tiasheth doesn't appear upset by his presence and the fact he's nudging into territory that's less his and more theirs. He listens, and tries to pick out the important things about what was said to him. A moment of silence draws out as he just curls his hand against hers, and then finally breaks it by saying, "Imirath should have known better, but sometimes I think he's about as dimwitted as his lifemate." He quips without thinking, but refrains from saying anything further on that subject out loud. "Hunting is something you two are going to have to get used to in one way or another. Is there anything I can do to help?" Tiasheth isn't upset in the least; she just keeps her head as near to Paige as she can, even when the girl makes to lean briefly against K'len's arm. "Imirath's actually rather smart, " admits the weyrling, "and tha's the problem. Zerith's injured, Tia and I're scared and - I heard from D'kai he's been a'tryin' t'get t'Mikhuth, too." Her small hand settles in his, pressure light. "She'll be fine, really. She wants t'hunt, jus' a bit uncertain 'bout it all. I'm jus - all tha' /fear/ he shared with her was unacceptable. We were both horrified." K'len manages to keep his opinions to himself this time around, and says nothing about Imirath's intelligence at all. Instead, he just pats her hand and then lets it loose afterwards. "Yeah, I agree, it was unacceptable." He says lightly, then sighs and starts to go about extracting himself from the comfortable spot he'd gotten himself in. "She'll do well at hunting, all dragons do - or... well, I don't know any that really fail at it miserably. Go do something to take both your minds off it, and try again later, eh? Don't lurk in the barracks wasting what free time you have." If Paige is disappointed when he lets go of her hand, she does a fair job of hiding it by giving him a grateful look instead. "Yeah, guess - guess so. Maybe a walk and some star-gazin'll do us both good." Sliding to her feet, she offers him a small smile, a bit reassured. "Thanks, K'len. Yer listenin' was helpful." Behind her, Tiasheth stretches to all four feet, stepping daintily from her couch with an eager glance for the doorway. "We'll be seein' ya, " and as the pair departs for the aforementioned walk, the young green sends an equally grateful touch of swirling, cool leaves toward Kalorith. |
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