Logs:Paranoid
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| RL Date: 14 November, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Farideh's feelings about the plague. |
| When: Month 4, Turn 39. |
| Mentions: Dahlia/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, C'ris/Mentions, Tevrane/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| The sickness was working its way up from Southern Boll with devastating speed. It was worrisome when it hit Fort Weyr and surrounding environs; even more so when it threatened the border between Fort and High Reaches' territory. But High Reaches wasn't Fort, and with the advanced warning and the healers' foresight, perhaps it would stay beyond that invisible line. It was an optimistic scenario, one that Farideh assured herself, daily, was a perfectly logical. Irianke and K'del wouldn't let it get that far up; preventatives would be put in place to stop the spread. Everything would return to normal, and all of the Weyrs and Holds could rally together to aid Fort in their post-sickness trying time. In a perfect world. Fort's junior sick. Fort's Weyrwoman grief-stricken, her son dead. Tevrane in hiding. And C'ris, in the infirmary, with that sickness. It was the last that finally forced Farideh to admit that her train of thought thus far had been superfluous. Denying, hiding, avoiding-- they wouldn't change the outcome. And she was scared. Well, she was always scared when things were so nebulous, when strife came knocking on High Reaches' door, but this time was different. Anyone could be sick and not showing signs. Anyone. It put her on edge, however hard she tried to stay calm. In the worst moments, when her anxiety threatened to overcome her sense (what little she had, anyway), and sanity, Roszadyth would steady those tumultuous, dark thoughts with lightness and serenity. Yet, even Roszadyth couldn't dissolve all of her rider's anxiety, and certainly not the underlying sadness that plagued her thoughts when she couldn't sleep at night. How many would lose their lives? How many friends or valuable riders? What would that bode for the Weyr? For Pern? If she was jittery and distracted in her duties, most were too distracted by their own worries and thoughts to care. They wouldn't notice when she put a great deal of distance between herself and them; when she was careful about no skin-to-skin touches; when sometimes she held her breath when they spoke; when she kept far away from the infirmary, even when walking across the bowl. Precautions? Paranoia. |
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