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| RL Date: 6 June, 2014 |
| Who: Rasavyth, K'zin, Telavi, Solith |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Telavi goes to pick up K'zin from Telgar during Hraedhyth's flight. |
| Where: Telgar and High Reaches Weyrs |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: T'volt/Mentions |
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| Rasavyth is in 'Reaches skies for all too brief a time before his scream is echoing and he's spiraling down to the dragon infirmary. He's hurt and frustrated, but here. There may be some for whom here outweighs the negatives of hurt and frustrated. Only, Rasavyth arrives riderless. Normally, he might not reach for Solith, but she's near, relatively. Nearer than Nicaith for certain. Maybe he reached for the other bronze first, but regardless, he reaches for Solith now, pain ripping through his mental webs. « Get him. Please. » At least he said please. No longer asleep-- could anyone sleep through a queen's rising, particularly with their ledge high above the feeding grounds?-- Solith paces erratically through the darkness of her ledge, her tail stiff and her wings only half-furled; but then there's pain and she crouches in a flinch before she realizes who it is and what it must mean. Then she doesn't question, not the doing of it. She only asks, « Where? » as Telavi comes running out, the greenrider's face nearly as white as the warm nightgown she wears beneath a hastily thrown-on coat. « There. » The place he came from. The place he left him. The place they were stuck for entirely too long. It's where K'zin is waiting, equally pale, if not nearly so white as Telavi, already in his leathers, and on the ledge. Solith lands claws-first, and fidgets while they get him mounted, uncharacteristic for her if not for the night; it could be like any other elevator ride over these months, except for how it's absolutely not. Tela doesn't say much, and the spare straps aren't in place, but if he'll hold on then she'll get him there. Never mind that the flight's still going on. K'zin wastes no time. There's no formalities for Solith or Telavi and when he's up, he doesn't bother with straps, instead wrapping his arms tightly around Telavi's middle. "Go," he urges. Go they do. Quick wings in cool, lightening air. Nothingness, no warning. And then they're out into a darkness that is only light and warm by comparison, fleeting down and skittish of any fallen chasers until at last they're to Rasavyth. To the dragon infirmary, but to his Rasavyth, Solith a shivery statue to let him down. K'zin's hand briefly presses to Solith's hide as he's maneuvering down to the ground and there's a whisper of "Thank you," to the green. One glance is spared back to Telavi, is she coming? But then he's booking it into the dragon infirmary and to his Rasavyth's side. Once he's there, things are easier. Easier for the dragonhealers. Perhaps even easier for K'zin though his face is still etched with concern. But, hey, he's not catatonic! So it must not be that bad, right? She's coming, of course she is, though tonight at a slower pace that's still hardly sedate; Solith's already aloft, her aim not her own ledge but another's who's calm and old and beyond all this. And in the infirmary proper, Rasavyth's hardly mistakable, slight-built but still bronze; it makes K'zin easier to find, Tela allowing herself just a palm's press to his shoulderblade to let him know she's there but otherwise staying back. They're busy. They stay busy for some time, but once K'zin's been assured that it's strain and not worse, he exhales and his muscles start to release their tension and he turns. He wraps his arms around Telavi's shoulders and just holds her for some minutes, his head pressed against the side of hers, nose against her neck. It's only after he's gotten his fill that he straightens. "Thank you, Tela. For coming for me. I-- this-- I needed to be here." He glances toward the bronze and there's briefly a mixture of annoyance and anger. "Idiot," is all he says aloud. Just then, a dragonhealer calls to the bronzerider. As he turns to go, "We'll be here awhile." That means Tela doesn't need to stay. "Mind coming back in while with food?" Before he can get an answer though, he's called again, more urgently, and he goes. Surely there are better ways they could've come home, but at least they are home. |
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