Logs:Edyis and R'hin Seek Help
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| RL Date: 12 August, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin, Sulliel |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: R'hin takes Edyis on a trip to Honshu, and straight to a mindhealer. They get just the help they need. |
| Where: Honshu Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 7, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lujayn/Mentions |
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| R'hin always takes Edyis to the nicest of places: today, it's pleasantly hot Honshu, reminiscent enough of Monaco weather that he was at least mindful enough to suggest an appropriate state of dress to Edyis before they left the Weyr. Though it's late afternoon when they leave, it's early morning when they arrive, and Edyis can feel more than hear the rumbled greeting of the bronze to the watch dragon and Honshu's sole queen. They land in the center clearing, R'hin quick to dismount, head tilted back and waiting close by to help ease Edyis' passage to the ground if needed. He hasn't of course, told her why they're here, but then that's hardly unusual, is it? It seems many of the clothing items she'd retained from her time in Monaco were not an entire waste for the Reachian scribe, smoothing the linen of the sundress after slipping down, grateful for but not entirely needing the bronze rider's assistance. Perhaps it's the promise of adventure, or simply experience that has her eyes glittering with a sense of alertness. "So, should I ask why we are here or would that take away from the sense of drama?" "I don't know. I was thinking it would be more fun to throw you in the deep end," R'hin's laughing -- probably at her -- as his hands drop away from Edyis once she's safely on the ground. Leiventh seems content to settle in where he is, a slight huff of breath given that draws the bronzerider's gaze momentarily. He shucks his heavier flight jacket, tucking it over the bronze's saddlebags, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. "But, ladies choice, to be surprised or not, that is the question," he amends, pale eyes settling on the scribe expectantly, as he offers his arm, presumably in escort. "I do like nothing so much as fun." She chirps, slipping her arm through his offered one. "So surprise me, me then." Falling into step once they are headed off to whatever trouble or fun awaits. And, dutifully, he leads her. Either R'hin doesn't know where he's going (unlikely), or he's teasing her (more likely) by taking her past the weyrhall, and the baths, and finally down a short corridor and knocking on a plain door. It's answered by a Journeyman healer in his mid-thirties, smiling gleefully at them and waving them in as if expecting them: "Come in, come in. Madilla said you were coming. I'm Sulliel. Make yourselves at home," he gestures them inside, towards where a comfortable-looking couch faces a chair. "So," he says, looking expectantly between them, "What can I do for you?" The arch of her dark brow can't entirely be hidden as those dark eyes shift subtly over to give R'hin a fleeting appraisal. Her teeth flash in a warm smile, she relinquishes the arm to take a seat upon the couch and fold her hands primly in her lap, "Yes what can this nice Mindhealer do for us today?" It's hard to hide the intensity of that curiosity. R'hin smoothly takes the seat next to her, pale eyes amused at the curiosity in the scribe's gaze. "We'd like some advice, if you will. Edyis has a friend -- what was her name again, dear? -- anyway, she's kind of fixated on this man. He's a rider, and she thinks he ruined her life, and now she's going around telling everyone, and the tale's gone way out of proportion to the point that now the rider apparently kicked her puppy and punched a baby and... you know, rumors," his tone is a little wry. "What was the latest rumor you heard from your Tillekian pen pal?" "Oh, let me think she's told so many. I think the last one he ran off with her older sister making her the family disgrace. Or something like that, Percille tells so many, I've truly started to loose count." Pensive she tilts her head tapping her chin, "Though now that I think about it her older sister was searched, or ran off with some butcher's boy." "Mmhmm," Sulliel murmurs, his gaze flicking between the two, expression largely neutral. "Well, perhaps it's a matter of getting her to see things more clearly, in context. Some people do thrive on the... shall we say... excitement, of being at the center of drama. But that doesn't mean it's not true at the core. I imagine your friend genuinely feels she was wronged, and it's gotten out of hand." R'hin nods thoughtfully at this. "She's harming herself much more so than him, I worry," he even chews his lip as if genuinely perplexed, glancing to Edyis. "It is a cause for concern, true enough. She's easy enough to rein in though if given enough distraction. I wish I could understand exactly what started the whole thing. She never will say." She points out to Sulliel, before worry works its way more deeply over her features. "You think so?" She asks of R'hin. "What started it might a be a thing you never learn. Truly, people are apt to hide their true selves." There's a fleeting smile from Sulliel as his gaze passes between the pair for a moment. "And, sometimes a hobby does help. Perhaps getting out and meeting new people, learning a new thing will stop her focusing so much on the old." R'hin nods expressively to Edyis. "Oh, yes. She doesn't realize it yet, though. I mean, people will start to wonder at all the tall tales eventually, when there's no evidence, right?" "What happens if there is evidence though?" She poses the question to both men, "What if it's not all stories, but exaggerations of the truth?" Biting at her lower lip she props her elbows on her knees chin in her hands with a sigh. "I just don't know what to do to help the poor thing." "Whether there is or not... whether it's true or not, you as a friend need to help her move on. Closure helps all of us, whether that's through a genuine acceptance, or accepting that she may never get the outcome she seeks." Sulliel's voice is ever-patient, as he adds to Edyis, "Be her friend." R'hin's shoulders shrug ever so slightly, rubbing hand against his chin thoughtfully. "I do like what you said, Sulliel. We just need to find her something new to focus on. What do you think, dear? What would your friend enjoy? She does like tales, maybe it's finding a new story?" Edyis' dark eyes fall on the mindhealer as he speaks, R'hin too. "She's positively mad about boats. It's something I'll have to think about though." Cue wistful sighing, and a huff. "Boats are good. Gets you out and away from your normal environment, keeps you busy," Sulliel is nodding agreeably, glancing at the door subtly in a way that suggests their time may be up, though he doesn't explicitly state as much. "It's a good idea," R'hin's saying, agreeably. "Actually... yes." He snaps his fingers, grinning. "Very good. We really appreciate your counsel, Sulliel," he says, picking up the cue and rising, extending a hand to Edyis. She sighs again, offering a smile. "Thank you so much for your advice, hopefully we didn't take up too much of your time." The hand is taken and she rises taking the offered hand. And out they go. R'hin's practically whistling, sounding well pleased by whatever idea struck him. "Mindhealers do have their uses," he says, patting Edyis' arm with a pleased grin. "And you, my dear apprentice, give me quite the idea. But -- shall we pay our respects to Lujayn before we do the rounds and see what Honshu has to offer? It'd be a shame to waste good weather, and a pretty dress." "It would indeed, there are a few things I've been dying to learn about Honshu actually." Amongst other questions that must be rattling about in her brain, most of which poor R'hin will likely be bombarded with in-between bouts of teasing. The makings of a wonderful day. |
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