Difference between revisions of "Logs:Worth the trouble"

Lujayn had seen more than her fair share of the records room since returning from that horrible rocky island. There had been more debate and more indecision than she cared for, but in the end it was resolved. She had a storm to thank for it - and that was the upside.

Rielsath was pleased, there was no doubt about that. Her superior demeanor would have been too much to bear had Lu not agreed with her dragon. Dealing with so many people, every exile in emotional upheaval - tears, fright, manic excitement - was worth the trouble. Coaxing a younger girl here, pushing a frozen-footed man forward with firm hands, taking the basket of berries gently from the hands of an older woman who insisted the harvest couldn't go to waste. "There's plenty of food where we're going." And when the berries were gone, the woman Kiyora clutched at her own skinny ribs, jaws clenched. Feet planted in stubborn defiance, childish and surly. Despite her best efforts, Lujayn felt a rush of disgust and impatience for this grown woman.

"I won't go. This is our home."

"Weather the storm if you can or come to safety. No one's coming back for a second rescue mission, lady. You'll be on your own and dead in a sevenday."

« Could've just picked these guys up right away and saved all this trouble, » The gold huffed to Lu, but lowered herself obligingly. One by one her back was saddled with her treasure, the one she'd been denied upon first discovery. « Do I get to keep any? »

It was hard for the junior to keep from laughing, but bit by bit she was able to get everyone seated. Upon realizing they had no idea how to properly strap themselves in, she was scampering back down to keep the weeping girl in place. "Hold on real tight and don't look down," She whispered, a moment later slapping the hand of a man who was trying to retie his own straps. "Don't. Unless you want to fall off in the ocean before we've hit Between."

The simplest of warnings brought an onslaught of questions. What's between? I thought dragons were safe to ride on. Where's my brother? I forgot my basket...

"You can make another." Trying to be sympathetic, firm, and authoritative all at once was a skill she'd been honing over the turns since her Impression. It was finally coming in handy. "Everyone hold on."

To the exiles on her back, Rielsath sent a haze of warmth, golden lights dim on the horizon, promising - as much as she could - that they were going to a better place. « Let's fly now, that woman is going to get loose again! » The shock of going aloft was enough to stop anyone from their attempts to dismount, cries of surprise and sharp inhales echoing before the darkness of Between hit.

One. Hopefully no one had fallen off.

Two. Or wet themselves.

Three. Or concealed a knife in their belt.

Emerging over the Weyr, Lujayn could tell at least one of those things had happened. More trouble than golden paradise could be on the horizon very soon. But...

« They're worth it. »

"They're worth it."