Logs:Terrible Timing
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| RL Date: 11 November, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Akluseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Akluseth's olfactory senses lead to disturbing information. |
| Where: Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 2D 4M 39T I10, spring afternoon |
| Weather: Rain |
| Mentions: N'rek/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. Immediately preceding a very awkward encounter. |
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| « You smell - odd. » Dark eyes shifted to focus on the brown, both brows lifting as Edyis halted the hairbrush mid stroke. She lifted the fabric of her shirt to her nose and sniffed it tentatively; the soapsand the laundry used, the soap and perfume she wore on occasion, the lavender oil she used in her hair, and the faint odor of dragon musk that pervaded most of the things she wore since impressing Akluseth. All normal scents, though the were perhaps more distinct than usual. She lifted the bottle of oil and sniffed, but that too smelled as it should. « Not bad. » The brown pointed out unhelpfully, « Just strange. » He focused a great faceted eye on her with the words, an occasional fleck of yellow amid the usual blue-green. She studied him. He'd been more protective over the course of the last few months, a swiftly moving current of worry underneath his thoughts, but when she tried to examine it his thoughts always shifted to something else. It wasn't like him, she noted, brows drawing together as her lips pressed into a thinner line. She set the brush down and began to thread charms from the box onto the ribbon she had chosen for the day. She pushed the concerns away and Akluseth said nothing else about them. Yet, she would still catch him watching her from time to time when he thought her attention was elsewhere. She dismissed the thought, filing it away under the category of Akluseth's pointless observations, right next to which greens were glowing and his hairbrained ideas on new rescue methods. Or she had tried to. « Infirmary. NOW. » So rare was the brown's tone of command that Edyis found herself startled into compliance. She expected to be told to drink plenty of fluids and get a good night's sleep for a change instead of studying dusty tomes on Hold and Weyr history, and using their free time to practice the most recent snow safety procedures. She didn't expect to be sitting amid the overpowering smell of redwort and numbweed with a bucket sitting in front of her while a Healer who barely looked old enough to have his journeyman's knot appraised her of her options. It wasn't as though Edyis was ignorant of how it had happened, even now her mind had pulled the memory of what had likely caused her condition and she fought the absurdly inappropriate urge to giggle and grin like an idiot well up sharply. The manic laughter burst out, she couldn't help it. Her. Pregnant. What a fucking joke. She barely managed to resist the urge to thank the man with the terrible case of acne and tell him she would see a grown up healer who knew the difference between a cold and a baby. Instead, Edyis smiled, and said she needed to get some air. |
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Alida (17:11, 11 November 2015 (PST)) said...
We. Are. All. DOOMED.
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