Logs:Surprise Visitor
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| RL Date: 22 April, 2015 |
| Who: Lilah, Paislie |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Paislie drops by, surprising her sister |
| Where: Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 8, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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| Lilah's weyr is quiet this evening, as the goldrider stays home from Dice. There is a packed bag by the entrance of her weyr but no invited guests, only a pot of klah to drink rather than alcohol this evening. She still has work to do, plenty of hides covered in perfectly aligned numbers and names, arrays of information that she pours over even if she can't be at Dice. Her glows are lit, spilling light onto the ledge beyond, and Eliyaveith is watching her rider work, awake and alert. Since she wouldn't know her way to any other entrance than the one she was told was Lilah's from the bowl, that's where Paislie appears. She's carrying a bag not unlike the one she ends up standing by as she tries to peer at the weyrwoman's living arrangements before she feels obligated to announce herself. Or before the dragon or whatever else gives her away. That dragon gives her away before Lilah can even look up from her hides. A golden head swings around to peer at the ledge even before Paislie steps into the entrance of the weyr, Eliyaveith's rumble of greeting paired with a more curious sound as she takes in the young woman. And then she stretches out her neck to sniff at Paislie, breathing over her and taking another deep inhale. That is when the weyrwoman looks up, with her view obstructed by Eliyaveith, before she tells her dragon, "Stop that." And to the person, "Ignore her. Can I help you?" Paislie gasps just slightly at the dragon's head coming closer to her after that rumbling. She's no doubt aware of tone, having grown up in a beasthold, but that doesn't change the fact that dragons are large and intimidating; gold dragons even moreso. There's only a stunted squeak, no words forming around an anxious thought, before she finds her voice to offer some sort of answer, if not a very good one. "Lilah?" Help? Lilah pushes to her feet even as Eliyaveith noses gently at Paislie, a happy noise, that pairs with a look from the goldrider at her dragon in confusion. "What are you--." But then Eliyaveith pulls away, though her gaze doesn't leave the young woman, and allows her rider the first glimpse of the young woman unobstructed. And she stops right where she stands, fingers finding the table as an anchor point even as she returns, "Paislie?" The younger redhead looks worried and tired, but the former could have everything to do with Eliyaveith. Paislie seems to relax just enough to notice when the queens head draws back and she can see Lilah again. She hesitates, though, offering a weird, sad quirk of a smile, staying where she is. "I just... I wanted to tell you I was here." So here she is to tell her that. But there's concern as she waits for some sort of obvious reaction as to how her presence will be taken. Lilah doesn't move to close the gap either, a stillness that mirrors her sister as she takes in the younger woman with the weight of dark eyes studying her. It's only after Paislie has spoken that the goldrider questions, "Why?" It's a fair question, but considering it makes Paislie's lip draw in between her teeth and her brows dip expressively, she's not sure how to answer it right off. "I couldn't go home." Home. Their home, where they grew up, before Lilah left. "I couldn't stay with Gishran. I need help, Lilah, and I don't know where else to go." Her lip quivers. She might start crying, but she's trying so very hard not to. "Tell me you won't send me away. Please?" Please. "They will come looking for you," is Lilah's first thought, though that look of almost tears does bring the goldrider closer. But she stops before she quite reaches Paislie, her fingers lifting instead to gesture to her bag. "Here, take that off and I will get you klah," another gesture of fingers towards the pot on her table, "and... I need you to tell me what happened. Why you can't go home." "They don't need to know I'm here." Of course that doesn't mean they won't find out. Probably even sooner rather than later. But Paislie can't think about that right now. She's here. Her fingers tighten around the strap of her bag when Lilah draws attention to it, but she nods, taking a few steps past the door and pulling it off to be set aside. "I want to leave him." Gishran. Her husband. Simple. "Have a seat and tell me what happened," Lilah coaxes gently, worry and confusion reflecting only subtly in the goldrider's expression as she studies her sister a moment more. But then she turns away to pour another cup of klah for her. Paislie eyes a seat before she moves to settle herself down on the edge of it. It's a nervous thing, no doubt, she doesn't want to get too comfortable. "My husband is not a good man, Lilah. I can't stay with him. I can't go back. I won't. If I go home, they'll just send to him again." Because she's apparently tried that already. The look she gives her sister is plaintive. "You're married," is a murmur as Lilah discovers it, though surprise is only a slight thing. Instead, she only watches Paislie all the closer, a soft curve of her lips into a sad smile showing a hint of regret. But it disappears quickly, almost too quick to catch as the goldrider settles herself back at the table. "Why are you here though? After everything I did--." She stops herself, before starting more carefully, "The Weyr will take in whoever chooses to come here." The question of why she's here after everything-- It makes Paislie frown at her sister. "What do you mean after everything you did? After leaving me there, I suppose I could be upset about that." But that's history and there are other things for her to be upset about now. "You didn't do anything wrong, Lilah. It was an accident, wasn't it?" If she were entirely sure, she might not have to ask, even rhetorically. Lilah's chin only tips in an answer, though her gaze searches Paislie for something. Whether she finds what she wants or not is unclear, but she continues with, "Stay here in my weyr tonight. I will find you a place tomorrow." A pause, before she continues carefully, "Don't tell anyone yet, about your marriage. Promise me, Paislie. At least until I can figure out how to make sure they won't come force you home." "Are you sure? There's no one--?" That she'd be keeping from coming over? The idea seems to make Paislie a little anxious. "I won't tell anyone, Lilah, I promise. They don't even have to know that I'm... that we're... you know...." Related? "You'll help me leave him, won't you? You can help me?" Her hazel eyes cut toward the dragon who greeted her on the way in. The dragon who gives Lilah her status now. "No," is said in simple answer, a tightness to that on Lilah's part even as she glances to Eliyaveith as well. "I will help you. I just need time to figure out how, exactly. I know an ex-Harper--." But she cuts off the thoughts that are racing ahead to instead focus her attention back on her sister. "Gossip will spread faster than anything here in the Weyr. I wouldn't be surprised if half of them already know about your arrival, that you came to find me. We'll have to tell them we're sisters and give them something." Paislie chews on her lip while she listens to Lilah, but she nods to acknowledge that she is in fact listening because her gaze only flickers back to her sister briefly. The idea of gossip spreading doesn't sit incredibly well, but she can only say, "Okay. Okay, that's fine." She seems nervous, but it's fine. She hasn't even touched her klah. "Thank you, Lilah," she adds after another moment, finally focusing on her sister to give her a more genuine smile. The sort that still dimples her cheeks like when she was so young. It's that smile, those dimples, that finally have Lilah reaching out to clasp one hand over Paislie's, squeezing briefly with a quiet assurance of "It will be fine." But she pulls away quickly, never having been an extremely affectionate person, before she adds in a lighter note, "Would you like to meet Eliyaveith, then, more formally?" And she will introduce the two of them, and also make sure that Paislie is settled as comfortably as possible in the weyr, including fetching for more blankets as needed. |
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