Logs:Thinking Will Not Overcome Fear
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| RL Date: 23 May, 2015 |
| Who: Casseny |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Immediately after the landslide, Casseny loses herself for a moment. |
| Where: Lux's Ledge Hold, Fort Area |
| When: Day 19, Month 11, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Grey, cloudy. |
| Mentions: Ebeny/Mentions |
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| A haze had descended over Lux's Ledge. A gentle buzz. following the earth's noisy upheaval. It started getting faster, more oppressive, creating higher and higher pressure in Casseny's ear until it was so painful that-- POP. Noise rushed in like the ground had a second ago. Bursts of movement everywhere she could see; dirt on people; shouting, crying; the scrape of shovels, shoes, a child wailing. Her journeyman was yelling something-- she could listen without hearing it-- a tug on her unresponsive arm. There was the old man whose head wound was barely stitched. She could see the threads hanging off of him, serenely waving; she could focus in on that tiny, minute detail but yet none of the rest would settle down. Filter out. She couldn't focus. It took too long to realize she was crouching instead of standing. She couldn't really remember going over, but her hands were now dirty and she stared disinterestedly at them. She couldn't heal with these hands. They weren't clean, healer's hands. She thought briefly like she might go insane, right then and there, able to tell everything that was happening but utterly unable to respond-- because what was she supposed to respond to first? Laurienth made it easy. Laurienth could be heard, breaking into Casseny's overwhelmed consciousness with a clarity like the dragon was immediately in front of her, bellowing hot breath onto Casseny's face, burning away all other sensations. She knew that noise. Not like she'd ever been familiar with its like, but, in her gut, she felt it; she'd been punched. Mama. "Laurie-- " The old man's fingers lost the edge of Casseny's sleeve as she moved backwards, finding her heel, her balance, her motivation. "Laurie." She wanted to ask the green, reassure her, know immediately what she knew of her rider's-- Casseny mother's--- condition. Condition. It sounded hideously clinical but, at the same time, she knew it was right. What good a dragon's bond if it couldn't be where needed for the rider's good? Casseny had never wanted anything more than she wanted to be able to be in Laurienth's head in that moment. Not to Impress with the green. To be together with the one other consciousness that felt exactly what she felt right then. What her mother felt. She found herself at the edge of the healers' triage tables when the rest of the world began to stream back in to color. Laurienth's ash left a chalky taste in her mouth, but it was the queasiness of embarrassment that reached her stomach first. There were other people. She was here for a reason. And it wasn't to stand around like a staggered wherry. A man came stumbling towards her from the animals' twice-destroyed pens-- from where Ebeny had gone-- bleeding profusely from a facial cut. Casseny reached out a hand and caught his groping one, steadying, guiding him towards the tables. His wavering on his feet helped to disguise her lesser quiver. Her hands were dirty, and beneath the dirt was knowledge, relief. She'd make it to Ebeny. Even if every step not immediately taken was a razor blade in the bottom of her foot. Laurienth would say everything she couldn't. And where the green could not act, Casseny would. And then, later-- only later-- she would think about what she'd done. |
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