Logs:Isolating
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| RL Date: 19 November, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: It's difficult not to feel cabin fever during quarantine procedures. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'ris/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| The bowl is pretty quiet, at the moment. Mid-afternoon ought to be a busy time, but given everything that's happening at the moment, most people are staying away; it's probably for the best. Still, life must go on: people still need to eat meals, bathe, and decompress, in whatever form that takes. The fine spring weather has brought K'del outside, however, and sent him on a casual (the kind that won't cause too much sweat) stroll between the weyrleader's complex and somewhere further around the bowl-- probably the living caverns. Akluseth's landing is a hard one, the kind that has claws raking the earth and leaving long gashes. His tail twitches back and forth with more restlessness than the usual. His rider dismounting with the same force. Boot heels leaving a definite imprint in the dirt. The flight cap is snapped off her head and looped through her belt strap, and it's only when she spots K'del that the sharp line of her jaw softens and a Salute and a Sir are offered. "Edyis," greets K'del, with a return salute of his own. He's keeping his distance, granted, but that's only sensible given the circumstances. "How-- how are things?" His voice is lifted to carry, designed to allow them conversation even at this distance. Blue eyes linger for a moment upon the brownrider, and then upon her dragon; appraising, but only in a cursory manner. The brown launches and takes to the air again, taking to fly a course around the bowl. "Dealing with a terrible case of cabin fever, but otherwise no complaints, at least not until there is more news from the Weaverhall, Tillek or Telgar. " Shoving her hands into the jacket pockets. "And you sir? You look healthy at least." An attempt at a smile. K'del's gaze follows Akluseth up, and he nods, unhappily. "Cadejoth's going mad," he admits, turning his attention back towards Edyis. "And while I'm perpetually glad that my children all returned to Southern before all of this-- it's hard, not being able to visit. Could've been worse, though; Ali didn't want to lose them until Isyath took to the sands, this time." His own hands find his own pockets, and he adds, "It's hard, being a dragonrider who can't travel. Know it's for the best, and that we're pretty lucky, all things considered, but--" But. "Your family's fine, though, as far as you know? Things must not be great at Weaver." "At least they should be safe in Southern, last I checked in with Monaco the illness seems to not be traveling south." The brownrider exhales softly. "Can't spend time with friends in the weyr thanks to the damn quarantine, can't do anything but fly sweeps and even then, can't interact with anyone for fear of making the rest of the weyr sick. Just sit on your hands and pray that the people you care about aren't dead." There's an irritated shake of her head, and for Weaver, "Sorry, I - yeah. Haven't heard anything from them since the riders in fort started," Dying goes unspoken. "I'm sorry," is very quiet; perhaps even too quiet to be heard, given the distance between them. K'del exhales heavily, his expression suggesting he truly does understand Edyis' frustration, even if so much of this is by his orders. "'least with other dragonriders, you have a way to communicate. Doesn't help with-- but at least we're not sick, right? At least we're not Fort." Edyis shakes her head. "It is what it is. I suppose there is that. If there's a bright side to being found in any of this, but I'm just not sure how much more of sitting in my weyr and twiddling my thumbs I can take." Scuffing a boot against the ground, "Fort." She snorts, "I suppose there's that. It can't last much longer can it?" K'del admits, "I'm not surprised people have started taking risks. Those Polaris riders, for one." He runs one hand through hair that probably needs a cut, fingers tangling in the curls. "Hopefully not. Think we're lucky that it's not been too warm a spring-- seems like these things tend to prefer the warmer weather, but maybe we'll get lucky. Wonder if we couldn't try and... aerial drills. That'd be safe. Something for people to get their teeth into. Lightly competitive." "It's a weyr, what do you expect?" She laughs almost, a strange pitched sound. "If there wasn't some element of stupid crazy in us would any of us have impressed?" There's a lift of her shoulder for mention of aerial drills, "That could at least work out the restlessness in some of the dragons, I'm not sure it will help you as much with people. Competitive is fun, not as much fun, when you can't have the loser, buy the drinks in the Snowasis or Lounge." K'del's grin, rueful as it is, seems to suggest acknowledgement with Edyis' first comment. For the rest, however, he makes a face, nodding. "There is that," he allows. "And trying to drop off wine or beer on people's ledges as a celebration is... well, we'd probably be best not encouraging people to drink alone." None of this is idea, plainly. "But if it helps even a little, I'm game. Even if it seems... I don't know, is it wrong to do something like that when people are dying?" "No, that could be problematic. Given Reisoth." The brownrider notes, though she grows thoughtful and quiet at the rest. "Maybe I'm crazy but it seems like doing nothing, is just as bad. I think Irianke suggested bubbles, I don't know how effective against the illness it would be, but it might be kind of hilarious to see them all running around like giant trundle bugs." There's a soft shake of her head, "People deal with stress differently, but morale is a serious problem however you try to look at it. " Solemnity marks K'del's expression in reply to that mention of Reisoth. For the rest-- one nod, and then another. "Mmm," he agrees. "And just hiding away in our weyrs makes it seem like we've already lost. We're not in crisis. We're being careful, and yes, people are suffering, but-- we've got to do what we can." Beat. "Irianke is definitely right about the bubbles, though." "Irianke seems, more - no, less guarded since she took on the seniorship officially." The brownrider notes neutrally. "Kinda easy to tell though, whose been playing with who. I thought I heard the weyrlingmaster and one of her assistants." It's a sad attempt at humor perhaps, but an obvious attempt to shake the weight and solemnity in the air loose in favor of something more normal. If K'del's expression turns, just briefly, troubled at this mention of Irianke, he waves it off-- though his only response to that comment otherwise is a quick nod. Besides; "Must have killed Quinlys to have to acknowledge she might be at risk after that. It's not a pairing I'd've ever imagined coming, had C'ris not mentioned he'd asked her out. Never thought she'd say yes. It'd be interesting, though, if we had a proper way of tracking transmission. Who gets it from where and all. Impossible, though." Edyis doesn't fail to catch that brief twist of expression, dark eyes questioning, but not quite asking outright. "The volunteer wing, accounts for most of the Reachian cases doesn't it? I imagine the pyres in Nabol are being lit once a seven. I wouldn't have thought they'd be so prone to it. " "Most," confirms K'del. "Plus healers and those people who have been volunteering with them. Honestly, we've been incredibly lucky with this. It seems like most places, after they have one or two cases, end up with a dozen." Like Nabol, for which he has a solemn, serious nod. "It's their proximity to Fort, I suppose. There's been some inland in Tillek, too, but closing the ports has helped a lot otherwise." "Makes sense." The brownrider notes with a soft breath out, "Not entirely sure I would say lucky. Lucky would have been avoiding it completely. Mention of Tillek draws concern from the brownrider, but another shake of her head dismisses it. "It's a mess. If we knew better how it was transmitted... but I imagine we might never know." "It's pretty awful," agrees K'del, though he does not seem to have wholly abandoned this concept of 'luck.' Presumably, luck is relative. Rubbing at the back of his neck, he adds, "Anyway. Stay safe, Edyis, okay? Look after yourself. I'll see if we can't try and break it up with something physical." Edyis nods resuming her path to the baths, "You as well sir. If I think of something, I will have Akluseth pass it on." The idea of something to break the isolation putting a little bounce back into her step as she carries on. |
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