Difference between revisions of "Logs:For The Throat"

Teris has been allowed visitors, even if she doesn't really want them. But no one will give her what she does want and no one can give her what she needs. While there have been some episodes that involve her screaming - sometimes for her lost dragon, sometimes for the man she blames, sometimes just to drown out the silence in her head - right now the woman is quiet. Lucid, even. Entirely too lucid, judging by the way she's sitting at the end of her bed and staring at the apprentices on duty who sit off to one side of the open door leading out into the main infirmary. What she's not doing is eating the food on the tray further up her bed.

Telavi murmurs her way inside with a suitably soft, melancholy smile for the apprentices, one that goes as nicely with her petal-soft pinkish scarf as though she'd chosen both to suit the day. Teris had received a fleeting glance when she first approached, to be sure, but it's only now-- as she's started to step away from the apprentice-- that the greenrider openly looks.

She would probably have to care about anything at all to be bothered by the gawking she's had too put up with since it happened. Though it's not entirely true to say she doesn't care about anything because Teris cares quite a lot about the fact that she feels everything. Hopefully the greenrider isn't expecting a pleasant greeting because she's not going to get it. It might be lucky (or unlucky, depending on perspective) that she's acknowledged at all. "Who are you?"

A quicker, surprised sort of smile reappears at the words-- except wait, she's not supposed to be smiling, so it goes away-- "I'm Tela," says the greenrider in that Benden accent of hers. Interest is in her eyes, if not the personal kind, as she observes the older blonde from perhaps half the distance between bed and doorway. "I hadn't heard you were talking again."

The way Teris' eyes take in the greenrider is more looking for something than interest in the other woman. But she must not find what she's looking for because her gaze shifts back to one of the apprentices, tense and tired. "Do I know you?"

"I doubt it," Telavi says simply, rather than come up with any of the stories she surely could have done. Momentarily, she presses her teeth into her lip. Perhaps Teris wasn't supposed to be this lucid; perhaps she was supposed to be a waxen statue who wouldn't care at all if someone looks her over. "Would it matter if you did?"

"At least you'd have a reason for being here," is Teris' waspish response. It's almost like she's totally herself. You know, if anyone knew her. "What do you want?" There's the implication that she can't imagine it's anything at all worthwhile.

Tela's tone hardly disagrees: "To get a look." Teris sounds human, human enough to add lightly, "You aren't quite the bogeyman the aunties tried to scare us with."

Teris doesn't look happy with this answer. But it's not like she looked happy to begin with. She looks gaunt, dark circles under her eyes, exhausted with living. "I do know you," she tells the greenrider, oddly, after a few moments of unreadable silence.

Oddly enough that Tela tilts her head, quizzical in her turn.

"It would hurt him if something happened to you." They aren't sympathetic words. Rather, they're cold and detached. They might even be scary if she didn't look so incapable of being dangerous. "It's all I've been able to think about. Hurting him." When Teris can think at all, presumably. About anything other than her lifemate.

"Him..." Tela's no stoic; she draws her elbows inward, posture reflexively changing to be that much lighter on her feet. The one word was quieter than before, and the next is stronger-- "No." As though she could make it all go away by saying that; as though, unlike Teris, she can't think about that at all.

A glance is spared for the tray of food. But there's nothing sharp on it that could be used to hurt the greenrider. Probably more for Teris' safety than anyone else's, granted. Without any weapons, though, the blonde is left to launch herself at Telavi with blunt nails, flailing arms, screamed threats and surprising speed instead.

She really did it. She really did it. Telavi dodges, startled, of course she does... but this isn't any Savannah escapade and, light-footed or no, she didn't really expect it-- and there isn't much room-- and that degree of speed means she's thwacked off-balance, if less directly than she might have been. Training and instinct mean she attempts that dodge towards the doorway, but her scarf, her pretty pretty scarf--

The fact that Telavi gets away at all can't be surprising to Teris. But she's not really in a rational frame of mind. She might have the scarf, but she wanted Tela's throat. She's screaming as much at the greenrider, among other horrible things, as the apprentices, who are seriously not paid for this shit, move to keep the dragonless woman from following through on any of her threats. It's kind of unfortunate that they aren't going to let Teris keep that scarf.

Telavi may scramble to safety with her throat still intact, for now, but her breath comes quickly and just as soon as she's past the apprentices-- who definitely need raises-- she whirls, redness already rising along the scratches at the edge of her jaw, to see them handle the older woman with heated relish. The woman and her scarf. Will it be in a state where she still wants it afterward? Will he, when all's said and done?