Difference between revisions of "Logs:Familiar Comfort"

True to it's name, Lux's Ledge Hold sits on a ledge in Fort's mountains, a
  hold carved out through stubborn insistence along the length of a ledge   
  that wraps around the mountain it sits on. The hold is built with piled   
  rocks in a single long front, the back of it provided by the mountain     
  itself. There is very little greenery, except those seemingly meager      
  gardens that they have managed to carve out along the outer wall of the   
  hold. Instead, most of their room is left to mountainous herdbeasts, and  
  even those are kept mostly for their wool.

Seeing the mountain slide away from itself, seeing the earth move was a moment for Dee who has spent much of her life working with earth; the earth had always seemed so steady and consistent. Now, after some of the initial chaos has exhausted itself into less rushed headcounts and plans, there's a moment that can be snatched out of time for Dee to lean on a fence far from the one that is now eaten by the hungry mud still settling on the far end of the garden. She leans on it and breathes deeply. She probably doesn't know there are tears making tracks down her dirty face as she gazes at the destruction the slide has wrought. She lifts a skin of water to her lips after some moments, and drinks deeply.

There may not be any tears, but fair G'vri is not looking so fair anymore. "Enough there for two?" he asks as he comes to an abrupt stop near Dee, looking over toward the mud and then back at her. Then more pointedly at the skin of water she has. "How are you holding up?" he asks regardless of whether she chooses to share with him or not, and his concern seems to be sincere.

Dee's turn is abrupt and complete as she twists around, torso then legs, to fully face the bronzerider. The most important part of this maneuver is that it puts her back to Lux's Ledge and everything there. Perhaps for a moment she needs to distance herself from it all. She holds out the waterskin to him, swallowing hard before she speaks, with stilted patterns. "I've never seen anything like that," she confesses, looking up at her fellow Southerner. "I--" she can't even put it into words. "Are you-- okay? Is Tovriath?"

"We're fine," G'vri says quickly as he looks down at the waterskin he took from Dee, shaking his head dismissively. "And they'll be fine, too. We'll help them. Even if we have to bring in a wing or two. Even if I have to ask S'dellan to borrow his." Not that the young bronzerider actually has any authority to do either, but the fact that it's important to him to help these people is probably the whole point.

"Do you think he would lend them?" Dee glances up at the larger man, her startlement at the notion making her expression all the more vulnerable to him in the moment: her deep ache to see that help brought, her obvious concern for them in this moment and the ones that follow through the hard winter, her fear, her anxiety, the way she has taken so much of what's happened here today and brought it onto her shoulders (though it probably wasn't a choice to do so). "G'vri," she reaches a hand toward him, the next words on her lips stalled as her hand hovers short of the bronzerider's arm. The hand drops away as her hazel gaze slides down and away. "Is Gavrik okay?" She should've asked sooner and reproaches herself, obviously for being otherwise consumed.

"Couldn't hurt to ask, could it? We'll get them taken care of either way." G'vri is so very sure about this that he's probably convinced himself beyond any reasonable doubt. As for his brother, the bronzerider takes a drink, hands the water back to Dee and glances in the direction he last saw the younger man. "I think he's okay. Not hurt or anything. You know how he is." More stoic and introverted than his older brother. "Is Jemizen here? I don't think I've seen him." He even looks, briefly, for Dee's brother.

"No, it shouldn't," hurt to ask. The young woman's arms move to wrap around her sturdy frame, almost a little hug. Dee's hazel gaze drifts to where others are moving, preparing. "I'm not sure. I didn't see him come, and it's not like Jem to volunteer for more work, but he might've been brought..." She worries her lower lip. "Maybe Gavrik has seen him. You know how we all used to go around..." She looks to the older man with a faint ghost of a smile at the memory of weyrbrats tearing about as a pack across the beaches and through the man-made structures of Southern Weyr. "Maybe he sought the familiar." It might explain why she rocks her step a little closer to the rider

"Could be. I'll keep an eye out and let you know if I see him, okay?" G'vri offers Dee a smile that's probably supposed to be comforting as he steps closer to offer her an arm for a similarly comforting hug. "And if you need a quick ride back to the Weyr, you can come ask me and Tov whenever you need it."

Dee steps gratefully into the arm offered her, and her cheek comes to rest briefly against his shirt, though her arms stay loosely around her torso. She may not have known G'vri in a personal way, but having been "Gavrik's big brother" forever makes him count for familiarly comforting in this moment. "Actually, I would like to go back to the Weyr. There's something..." She trails off and then looks up at him, asking simply, "Will you take me?" Her willingness to leave Lux's Ledge can only mean that she believes Jem safe at the Weyr, or maybe that somehow, there's something more important she needs to do.

There's a soft pat and rub against her shoulder blade as G'vri says, "Yeah. Of course. Let me tell Gavrik and see if he wants to go back, too. Stay here? Or meet me down there?" He gestures to where Tovriath will be landing in short order. "I'll be right back." With or without his brother.

"Meet you," Dee decides impulsively, twisting out of his arm abruptly to draw a deep breath and brace herself for one more lingering look at what the earth has wrought. Only once she's looked her fill does she move toward the landing bronze.