Logs:Exposure
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| RL Date: 1 July, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Sulliel, Akluseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: The treatment progresses, but not as quickly as Edyis would like. |
| When: Day 22, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions |
| "Again." Flames welled up around her, in an instant consumed by heat and smoke burning her lungs. Panic seized her muscles, beads of perspiration forming on her brow and tracing in rivulets down her skin. She wanted to scream, but her throat felt too parched and raw. Her fingers worked at the puzzle box, but she couldn't force herself to focus on the object any longer. « Breathe, Edyis. » That faint scent of salt and cool sensation reminding her that this was not real. Then there was nothing. Just Akluseth's restless waves and the cool, quiet room and the hideous floral print chair she was sitting in, the small wooden puzzle box that sat in her lap. She tried to still her hand from shaking as she reached for the teacup on the table beside her. The scent was soothing her addled nerves. Sulliel's pen tapped the clipboard, his eyes steady between dragon and rider. "It may not feel like much Edyis, but you are making progress." It was meant to be encouraging. It didn't feel that way. "Fifteen minutes isn't what I would call progress. We are already behind our peers in lessons; people accuse us, however politely, of shirking our duties. I'm tired of trailing behind." Edyis mutters before instantly regretting it. "Does it bother you that much? What others think?" The dreaded question followed, and she again was forced to think about the question. "Of course it does," She admits, "Granted, it isn't like there is anything left to lose. I guess that is what comes from getting greedy. In the process, you wind up losing the thing you wanted." She grimaced at the bitterness in her voice. "Do you think that you can't be happy if things never work out the way you believe they will?" Another question, probing but without judgement. "It just - I am not used to being the unreliable one." Edyis finally confesses, "We don't fit here. Not the way I used to. It was simple, I knew who I was, where I belonged like I had a purpose." Her brows are knit together, lips thinning. "Now were just... another brown and rider." Silence fell, for several minutes, the Journeyman studying her from his equally hideous flower-print chair. "Do you feel like there anything wrong with being just a rider?" Edyis didn't have an answer for that. It was one of those questions that made her think about things she wanted not to think about. There is another knowing nod, a scratch of the pen, and that topic seems to be shelved for the moment. "It will be a long road Edyis; there are no quick solutions for dealing with these kinds of traumas. The exposure therapy is working. We can't cure the fear itself, but we can work on getting you to the point where you can function through it. The best news is that Akluseth doesn't seem to be suffering any adverse effects from it from what the dragon healer monitoring has observed. I'm going to write my recommendation to your Weyrlingmaster. I think you both should be able to handle starting to flame so long as it's kept to short bursts and very small groups. We can build it up over time in combination with your daily sessions." He glances down to the clipboard. "If the current rate of progress remains consistent, we should be able to get you both actively participating in flame drills before graduation." Which signaled the end of the session. She stood to leave. "Oh, and Happy Turnday." |
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Alida (22:29, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
That puzzlebox is EVIL! Don't open it!!!
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