Logs:So Much To Give
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| RL Date: 2 June, 2012 |
| Who: Azaylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Hraedhyth and Azaylia's first night doesn't go as smoothly as one might hope. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 12, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
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| Tired. How could she be so tired? Hraedhyth was demanding to be sure, and the work would be hard on her stiff and injured body. Though, that wasn't what she was feeling. Azaylia could handle sore muscles, and with some numbweed sent down by Madilla, she could even stand the gashes along her stomach. No, this was different. Never had she been so emotionally exhausted. Her brain had shut down around the third time that night the queen had woken up in a blaze of fury and confusion. At least Hraedhyth had remembered to keep still, careful not to hurt the young woman that was propped up against her. The hatchling's mind was far from calm, however. A blaze that intended to consume all, and drums that pounded so hard in Azaylia's head that her vision shook with the thumping beat. So much youthful, righteous anger, it was a battle just to find out what was causing the gold distress each time. First, it had been a call for more food. An easy solution, and once the young queen had stuffed herself, the two retired back to the couch. Azaylia was still forbidden to leave for her cot. The second time, Hraedhyth's back foot had fallen asleep. She had absolutely no qualms about projecting that inferno of primal rage onto everyone else in the barracks. Azaylia had to crouch down next to the couch and massaged the gold's foot until it felt better. She did so without complaint, doing her best to keep quivering breaths even. Please, she begged silently, Please, just... just sleep Hraedhyth. Please. We both need sleep. One clearly more than the other. For the second time that night, Azaylia had managed to soothe that savage beast of hers. With another silent prayer, she tucked in against the tawny, warm hide and fell asleep almost instantly. Hours passed before those smolders stirred, sleepy wisps of smoke curling curiously as they reached far and wide. Then the rumbling began, « Where. » Azaylia's brows pinched, all but grimacing as she tried to desperately remain unconscious. All she had to offer her queen was a plea for silence, for sleep. Hraedhyth didn't hear her, not above the growl that had already begun as she slipped out from under the veil of slumber. « Where did they go. » No one had answers. No one was awake enough to tell the young queen where those musical chimes had gone, the lullaby of bells that had actually made her feel like... « What. What was that. » Questions that lacked the grace to sound inquisitive, just demands to be met. And nobody was meeting them. « WHERE. » The once-herder was ripped from her slumber once more, head throbbing in an all too familiar rhythm as Hraedhyth threw herself into a savage tantrum. Fury, Azaylia recognized that right away as she struggled to stand. A thrum of... longing? Or was that loneliness? Disappointment? And of course, more rage piling on top of it all. "Oh sweetie, I don't know what you want..." Voice hitched, unable to even try to figure out what was upsetting her dragonet so. She had nothing left to give, and that wasn't good enough. She wasn't good enough. The elation shared on the Sands had already run out. It helped her cope with the injury, and once again as she reached for that phantom feeling of pure joy... there was nothing. No, not nothing. There was Hraedhyth, and her turbulent emotions pushing insistently at Azaylia, pressure building the longer the weyrling did nothing. She had to fix it. She had to fix everything. She was Azaylia, and she was the only one who could. « WHERE DID THEY GO. » Gingerly, still mindful of her injuries, the young woman lowered herself back onto the couch. It took nothing to coax the queen's broad head into her arms, resting her cheek atop the dragonet's brow. Azaylia clenched her eyes, bracing herself against the mental onslaught, unable to do anything more but try and offer physical comfort to Hraedhyth's current crisis. She still had no idea what had set the queen off this time, but she wasn't so foolish as to think it would be the last. Eventually calm was restored, and even then Azaylia didn't dare fall back asleep. She stayed like that until morning, keeping a vigil on the temperamental beast in her arms. Occasionally, her palm smoothed over Hraedhyth's ashen snout, wiping away the tears where they had fallen. |
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K'del (K'del) left a comment on Sat, 02 Jun 2012 23:53:04 GMT.
Oh, Azaylia. ._.
Poor thing.
<3
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