Logs:Emergency Suspension of Laziness
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| RL Date: 1 June, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Telavi, Iesaryth, Solith |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Solith is hurt, so Iesaryth goes to her. Aishani brings the booze. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 11, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: I'zech/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. |
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| It's not that she means to reach out, really, it's just that there's this sullen ache that her thoughts seek to breeze away from but can't quite escape. So it's muggy, sluggish, and salt air sounds so good. (To Iesaryth from Solith) There's always some little part of Iesaryth paying attention to the Weyr's dragons, but there a slightly larger part of her that pay attention to hers, for all that it's not particularly maternal or possessive - just eternally curious, as eternal as her tides. Solith's ache is therefore picked up swiftly, sea-salt breezes sent her way if she can't make her own winds. She can soothe those pains too, that's something she can do. Because she seems at a worried loss otherwise. « Where are you? Is there someone to help you? » The gold will call for help if not. (To Solith from Iesaryth) Those breezes were just what Solith wanted, needed, to clear the air; she's not surprised at their arrival all of a sudden, just marveling and pleased somewhere within the ache, taking in great draughts of the salty freshness that's such a relief to inflamed tissue. Poured on open wounds, that would be one thing, but here... The young dragon gives her dam a sense of a truly gigantic cavern, and workers who had their hands on her, and the distinct smell of numbweed that still can't get as far down deep as she'd like. There's also a hint of swamp-mist that may have nothing to do with what's really there at all. « I have to wait. » So tedious. But then, when she moves, it hurts more. (To Iesaryth from Solith) Not possessive, but now protective, Iesaryth would go to where little Solith is were her mental presence not enough, were she not able to spy the moving shadows from the distant cavern from her ledge; if she moved closer, perhaps she could spy the green inside. « It is not pleasant. But they know of which they speak. » There's a deep sense of confidence in those workers that's borrowed from hers, for all that the queen herself might have her doubts on this whole humans-knowing-draconic-biology thing. Does Solith need her? Does her rider need someone? It is not so late that hers is not still awake. With her own numbing liquids at hand, no doubt. There's a sparkle of amusement on bright waters, dulled so as not to blind. (To Solith from Iesaryth) They are enough, but Solith surely wouldn't mind, would welcome it except for how she's gotten the impression that Iesaryth doesn't necessarily like to bestir herself if she needn't. The queen's opinion goes a long way with her, and the confidence may be borrowed but Solith feels it all the same. She acknowledges with a hint of childishness: those others speak a lot. She does not need Iesaryth closer. Her rider does not need Iesaryth's closer. But it's evening and so not busy the way it had been before with checkups and measurements and other dragons coming to and fro, and if either or both is inclined... Solith can sparkle back, even if her dulling has more to do with residual pain than purpose. It would be nice. (To Iesaryth from Solith) Iesaryth just might be a little lazy, but surely this is an emergency, in which the usual can be put aside - even if a gold dragon in the infirmary isn't like to make anyone's life easier. Too bad for them, Solith is in want of companionship and calming. And who's to argue, really? It takes the space of a few wingbeats for the sunny gold to come in from the chill night, crooning to the green. « We will talk. You will not have to listen to them. » As if she does anyway. « What happened? » While the queen doesn't precisely hover over her, she does take a good look. Her rider takes more time to come across the bowl, but when she does, it's with jacket thrown on, silver flask flashing in hand. It's an emergency? All right then! No arguing from Solith, who greets the considerably bigger dragon with an upturned muzzle and an achy left flank, and if Iesaryth were to do a little extra soothing of the sort a queen's particularly suited to... that would be welcome too. If not, necessarily, welcomed by Telavi or the infirmary workers, who'd then have to deal with a Solith who'd want even less to sit still. Solith croons back quite happily, girlishly, and look, there's room! So much room. There's even a hot pool, though she isn't permitted to go in there, such a bother. Something about the poultice on her flank, she relays, that she's supposed to be careful of to protect the blisters. Can Iesaryth see them? Like little dapples, or freckles maybe. "Or pimples," Telavi murmurs, getting up from what had been dozing in order to stretch. It's like the Snowasis in that her hair's visible for once, but not like the Snowasis in that it still is pinned up within an inch of its life, her helmet tucked out of the way beneath the cot that's a neighbor to Solith's couch. Practiced hands tuck back some flyaways, and even if Iesaryth sees her do it, at least by the time Aishani shows up Telavi can at least look a little more like her normal self. Her greeting starts with a smile. "While you didn't have to, I'm so glad you did." Though Iesaryth is not always the most affectionate of dragons, certainly not forcefully so like High Reaches' other queen, she bumps her nose against Solith's upturned one, rubs muzzles, draws it along the green's neck with a tenderness that seems to surprise even her rider, who pauses to watch as the gold settles. Her whirling eyes are usually particularly calm, but they're nearly tranquil as she sits to soothe her get in a more effective way - if Solith will stay still even if it's terribly boring, they will talk of other places and she will make the pain go away for awhile. As it begins to ebb, she can't help but say, « You must be more careful. » It's all worried mom, why did you do this to yourself?! « I will see them later. » Aishani's bemusement certainly gives Telavi the time to straighten herself, and if the generally-impeccable Weyrwoman noticed that through her dragon or otherwise, she doesn't show it in her approach. With a faint smile of her own, offering out the flask first, "We were awake. She seems in good spirits, considering." Her glance to the weyrling is curious - how are hers? Telavi doesn't know to be surprised exactly, but with Aishani looking that way, she gets a longer look of her own in there too. Solith's certainly unabashed about returning the affection, and while the green isn't a cuddler, she is a lean-er if Iesaryth is truly inclined to not only sit still but allow it. She sighs, breath receding even as the pain does, and so does Telavi, for once near-simultaneous. « I will try, » Solith responds meekly. « It's just, it was moving, and it was so exciting after having to go after targets, they call them targets, that just sit there. I wanted to be quick. » Later is good. Other places are good. She'll be happy to listen, and maybe even some of Telavi's headache will dissipate with it, not that either seems particularly aware of that. "Thank you, weyrwoman." She has to get that title in there, not a dig nor something obsequious, it's just that that's what you do when you're weyrling... at least when you're Tela. She lifts the flask as a toast and then holds it briefly before her nose, less sniffing at it than giving it a respectful moment as fumes rise to the surface before she drinks. "Maybe even too good spirits, though it's not as though I want her to be afraid of flaming, either. Just to take it seriously, we'd been doing so well." Tela's own spirits don't seem high, but neither is she down in the dumps, more as though she's touched with frustration. She drinks from the flask at last, then eyes it with new interest. Iesaryth is content to let Solith lean all she likes. It's not as if she can handle the weight, nor the green's attachment at this point - in fact, she seems rather more settled for seeing the injuries, for calming her daughter, for just sitting, visiting. She might settle a wing over the smaller dragon were there not blisters and other things to worry about. Ocean's roar is still soothing, and she can understand that, for all that she doesn't really know what it's like. « You are quick. You will be quicker still. But when there is excitement, it is difficult to think ahead. » It's gentle enough; Solith shouldn't feel bad. She is learning. Aishani has a wry little quirk of her lips before, "I can understand that. Wanting her to take it seriously, but not fear it." She finds some nearby wall to lean against, folding her arms as she notes mildly, "It doesn't mean you're doing badly either. Accidents happen." Soothed, Solith stays comfortable, and after the initial adjustments, even not particularly wiggly. « Yes, » she agrees on a sigh. Yes for all of that. In the meantime she relays a sense of what it had been like, the zoom of the ball of hay she'd set to smoldering earlier, the twist of getting it and the fwoom of flame that had followed. This time, though, her imagination lets her get the intended target and not her sleek green self, her flame needle-intense and strong without any sort of smoky overlap, with much the same focus as she's seen some few green dragons have as they between from barely off the ground. Telavi treats herself to another sip of the rum. "Smooth," she praises. "They do happen, but it's disconcerting when I thought we were past the hard part, you know? I'll go get you a stool, I'll be right back," and hand the flask back along the way before she returns with not one but two. Not wiggly is probably a miracle for the dragonhealers, so maybe the giant gold hanging about isn't really the end of the world. The place is sort of built for it after all. Iesaryth huffs a breath out as well, pleased at her success, some of her concern melting away like footprints in the sand. Though observing Solith's edited memory has her both faintly bemused and amused both; confused enough about the ball-of-hay that a stream of water is redirected off to sort through someone's memories, amused that the green is so quick to see how it would have worked, how it could have been better. Her concerns are not Solith's though, so she begins to show her the bright colors of south, the birds and flowers and turquoise waters that make up the blur of her earliest memories, stolen back from her rider. "You really don't--" Aishani's about to protest, but then Telavi's handed back the flask and gone off. At least it gives her time to take her own drink and consider before taking a seat. "Thank you," for the stool, before, "It feels like it should be simpler at this point, I suppose. Less physical, more mental. She's smarter than I am, so that's where it was always... a little frightening for me." She didn't, so Telavi gives Aishani that much more of a quick smile anyway when she settles onto her own perch. She isn't quite as long-legged as the goldrider, but habit has her sitting in a way that shows her own legs to their intrinsic advantage. It's comfortable, by now. "Did she get into things, a lot? She seems so even-tempered now, but people say things change." Her gaze slides to Solith without particular expectation, Solith who's fascinated by all those colors and movements, light and shadow, especially the avians with how they use their own wings. "And of course between is coming up." Shani does cross her legs in something of a showy way, but it's kind of difficult for her not to at this point, perhaps likewise comfortable - probably amused by the attention, by the way she sits in the Snowasis to watch the crowd and not-so-politely turn down expressions of interest. After another sip, she leans forward to offer Telavi the flask again with a bit of a smirk. "She's always been... easy-going, which I imagine most people are grateful for. But she always knew how to do things well before she was ready for it. Like between. She knew how for months, thought she ought to just... go." Her own dark gaze flickering to the dragons, as Iesaryth digs up some fresher images of green valleys and hills, "That was difficult. Holding her back." "Did it go smoothly when you finally let yourselves?" Telavi asks after her latest sip of rum, and after she's showed her appreciation with a smile. She might not have heard anything, but would she, really? "I have to say, I'm not really worried if she'll only follow directions. She hasn't been chafing to go, not like that, I've been glad that mostly I haven't had to worry about holding her back." With less certainty, watching Aishani, "After today and what you just said, though, now I'm wondering if it would have been better to get more practice." By now, the green valleys are getting populated by more of those bright avians and the requisite flower or two, though Solith will disappear them if Iesaryth seems to think they really don't belong. With a 'sort-of' gesture with hand and head both, Aishani can allow, "More or less. No accidents, not really. She was really rather insufferable about the whole thing, but I can't say I was all that surprised. She's never been a slouch with thinking - it's just everything else she's not all that interested in." There's a fond smile for her dragon, for all it's rueful. Glancing back Telavi's way, curious, "More practice never hurts, but there's always going to be a time where you have to try it, see what happens. It can be easy to get caught up in their enthusiasm, though. I believed she could. I was just... too worried to let her, I suppose." At least Solith's getting some practice now; Iesaryth is pleased with the additions, though the green of the valley may deepen, and there's the addition of the sparkle of an ocean much like her own off in the distance. Flashes of tawny beasts lurking in the growth below taunt a dragon to hunt. Solith is that much more intrigued by the changes in colors, and those beasts, what do they smell of? Better and better. Telavi, who'd been listening to Aishani if not Aishani's dragon with clear interest, sips again of the rum before offering it back. "It worked out, clearly." They're here, after all, instead of being stories to put the fear of their fates into hapless weyrlings. "Do you even have to think twice about it by now? We've been told to get a vision from someone else who can be trusted if we really need to, and to avoid betweening if we've been drinking or sick or super tired or anything... which seems like a good reason to have fewer calisthenics and more sleeping in next month, if we can manage it." Iesaryth has a musky furry scent for Solith, something sharp and feral and not boring like wherries and herdbeasts that smell of fear and not of fight. « She will ask your keepers if you may go while there is nothing growing here. » Isath's and Olveraeth's, and perhaps she will see sooner than later. The gold thinks it's important. (Though she must mind teeth and claws.) Taking the flask back, then one last sip before capping it - enough to calm nerves for the evening - Aishani tucks it away in her jacket, admitting, "Some places are easier than others, but you do have to mind to think of recent details, to make sure you're still where you want to be. I won't say that I don't go between when I've been drinking, because there'd not be much of a turnover otherwise... but I'm extra-careful then, and don't go anywhere I don't know. And not if I'm sick, no, or tired." A pause, before, "I should lie, maybe, but I think it would be difficult to believe." Her and her handy flask, being, you know. Her age. Solith doesn't admit in so many words, though she also doesn't try to hide it, that she hasn't found these penned wherries and herdbeasts to be boring... though right at the forefront of her mind is that the furry creatures are even more interesting for it. « Please! » Further, Solith may be felt to like the thought of 'her' keepers, hers. « Are they very far away? » Or just over the hill and through the woods? "Recent details," her rider repeats, nodding. "I know formal lessons won't be for a little while longer, but I want to know as much as I can beforehand, considering." She has one of those wide, brilliant smiles for Aishani's admission, too. "I appreciate your honesty even independent of being able to get away with it. Would it help or hurt to say that I probably wouldn't have called you on it anyway? Even if I didn't want to believe." Iesaryth definitely agrees that they are more interesting, though one must be more careful. « But if your rider would like the fur, it is quite pretty. » Solith's might look nice with something furry and warm and stylish, hers says she likes clothes, after all. « They are far, but not so far for us, once you can go. » As for wanting to know as much as possible, wryly, "That's understandable. It's... unnerving, yes? The idea. There's so little you're really needed for until there's one Big Thing." Aishani flashes a grin Telavi's way, if briefly, before noting, "I don't think most people would , but still. It's hard to say it doesn't happen. If you're prevailing upon the hospitality of several Weyrs on Turnover though, I'd say stick to one drink, and eat before you go. It's a marathon, not a foot race." Dark eyes are bright, amused for all that sage wisdom. Would she like fur? Solith swings her head to peek at Telavi, who may not be conscious of just how eager she looks in that moment. That would be a yes, shared with Iesaryth in a whoosh of agreement. "Yes, I suppose," though the girl's brightness shades into a touch of doubt, as though Tela really does believe Solith needs her for so much more than that. "Turnover is coming up very soon," she says, "and I will keep that in mind! I remember one Turn, I went with friends all piled up on people's dragons, and we got little bracelets at each Weyr... nothing outlandish, just a thong in the Weyr's accent colors mostly except for the one with pink, and a bead on each. It was fun." And while she's feeling anticipatory again, "You killed the beast for your collar, really? From here, at least, it makes me want to know the name of your furrier, if you can recommend him." Iesaryth gives a little rumble, pleased with the idea. It's better to use the beast too, she thinks, even if just to adorn one's rider in attractive ways. With another quirk of lips, Aishani notes, "Maybe it's just her that doesn't need much from me. Or it feels that way, sometimes. And it is. I feel like I have a lot to do, for all there's nothing all that elaborate here this turn. That does sound fun, though. I've not had much of a chance to go around like that until recently, and sometimes it still feels a bit like work." She gives Telavi a little nose-wrinkle, the hazards of the job. Lifting fingers to her collar, "Iesaryth did. And I can pass it on, certainly. It's a bit much, but sometimes..." A smile. Who cares? Grinning, she looks over to the gold as she uncrosses her legs, slides from the stool. "I think she'll stay for awhile, if it's helping. Will you two be all right? I know it can be... a lot." How about to adorn Iesaryth in attractive ways? Solith regards the big dragon questioningly: perhaps a pad for her straps, or a ruff of some kind? The opposite tilt of Tela's own head carries sympathy with it. "Maybe this Turn," she offers, adding more teasingly, "You might need to be careful, so you're not offered bracelets all the way up your arm." The weyrling looks at Iesaryth, or rather Iesaryth's claws, with new appreciation before adding, "Wonderful. I'll be able to do the sewing myself, at least, it's just getting the fur properly worked so it's not stiff or smelly," but Aishani knows that, and Telavi breaks off with a laugh that acknowledges it as she too rises. "Anyway, it's not like I've had better things to spend on, here. It is helping, even if it wasn't as dramatic a thing to help with as it could have been, and thank you. Good luck with your work." She might still wind up with a couple visitors in Iesaryth's presence and Aishani's absence, but only non-riders unless it's an official visit, one of them an assistant headwoman who brings dessert to stay and chatter over for a good twenty minutes before Tela claims Solith's too tired. Though Iesaryth likes nice things, she doesn't often feel the need to be attractive, but some little fur on straps might not go amiss. Solith has such good ideas! "Mm. Maybe. I have some plans." Aishani makes her plans sound mysterious, but how top-secret can Turnover plans be, really? Still, eyes are bright and her grin is amused, more so for admitting, "I could do much of the sewing myself, but I try to avoid it. And... I'm glad it wasn't dramatic, Telavi. Better to keep you both around. She's fond of her children, in her way." The goldrider does not seem completely without interest in the greenrider either, offering a brief, brilliant smile before heading off, offering, "Good luck with... her." Because she's aware that it's the queen keeping Solith from bouncing all over, and perhaps barely at that. |
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