Logs:Solith, Singed.
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| RL Date: 27 May, 2013 |
| Who: Rasavyth, K'zin, Telavi, Solith |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Solith has been singed. Wingsecond K'zin goes to the infirmary to check on them; things are a little less than strictly professional, especially once Rasavyth starts making dancing ooze flowers. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| OOC Notes: Part 9 in a series of month 11 snippets between K'zin and Telavi. Preceded by Logs: Manly K'zin is Manly. (All of these are back-dated and played via gdocs.) This also follows the Solith singeing scene. |
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| Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr The vast cavern has much the same odor of redwort and numbweed as the human infirmary, though here it's seasoned with coppery ichor rather than the iron of blood. It's also laid out similarly though on a much more massive scale, its walls lined with a number of places for patients, in this case large dragon couches recessed into the floor for ease of access; nearby cots provide space for riders. Tucked into the western curve is a huge circulating pool of warm water, by which are kept vats of oil. The healers' duty station is a counter on the north side of the room, a checkpoint before the storage rooms behind it that are now shared with the human infirmary, hosting supplies that are as neatly labeled and carefully scrubbed as the rest of the infirmary. The senior dragonhealer has an office there as well, and human-sized double doors have recently been built as a direct route to the human infirmary, while opposite a wide winding tunnel leads to the east bowl.
He came as soon as drills were completed and reports were finished. He smelled of firestone and flame, still wearing his brown and black patched riding leathers, well-worn and relatively well fitting of both his frame and his character. He spoke with an assistant first, before heading for the green and her rider. It has to look official, right? Solith's visible first, awkwardly half-sprawled to one side, her wings folded in such a way to neither be crushed beneath her nor risk touching the slimy poultice on her flank. She's no longer making even the low, distressed noises that her shriller outcry had descended to, and the dragonhealers aren't working on her anymore either. Even with the blistering, it may not have been far above minor to them, probably, worse than chipped nails or bruises or pulled muscles, something to practice upon that isn't nearly as bad as they'd have seen time again during Fall. Weyrlings do this. They even told Telavi this, probably in a nicer way than calling Solith just another data point, but that hasn't helped, not really. The girl's moved on from hovering over her dragon with worry to haranguing her with more worry to, after a dragonhealer had taken her aside to remind her that that doesn't help either, pacing as though to make up for Solith who, in her numbweed-drugged state, feels so much better if she's very still indeed. So it all looks very official, right up until Solith spots K'zin and then Telavi spots K'zin and then she's flinging herself toward him. K'zin's arms open automatically as Telavi flings, catching her up in a tight, reassuring hug. It's not so tight as it usually is, because, well, he's looking a little pale, but that's nothing new in the last seven and some. "Hey, hey," They're soothingly said. "Is she okay? Are you?" One hand rubs her back as he continues to hug her, speaking into her ear, and for the moment, not caring that there are eyes to see that this is more than a casual hug between a wingsecond and his wingrider. Rasavyth's ooze reaches, providing now a sense of proximity to the green, and an image of his large, slender head peeking into the cavern, while carefully not blocking it's entrance for those who might need it. He croons softly, and it carries. His ooze is distinctly cooling, not chill, but the sort of ooze that might slather a wound again with an extra layer of cool to calm the sensation of burning. No words, just supportive sensation. "No," Telavi emotes to that smoky leather-clad shoulder, holding on tightly in her own right until she can catch a deeper breath and, protected that way, let it out. Relief. It's tangible. If K'zin ever has doubts lately about whether he actually helps anyone, today he can know that he's helped, is helping her. Her voice scratches, words escaping, so much less audible: "I can't ever let go, I can't, this happens." She can't take them back, they were meant for him to hear and just maybe understand, but their pained echoes should also make it easier when that moment does pass for her to pry her own fingers free. She'll be able to move haltingly toward the green, then, whose head is still turned gratefully to Rasavyth and whose compressed, claustrophobic thoughts are beginning to relax and open up again, bit by bit, for the renewed coolness he lends her. He had half-hoped that the answer would be a cheerful, "Everything's fine, you worrywort!" Unrealistic though that hope had been, it's coming face to face with the sudden emotion of another unrelated to familiar things (like that he did something dumb) that catches him unprepared. He stiffens when he should become supple. Maybe the flexing of muscles will provide some degree of comfort as he struggles to push a suddenly awkward expression off his face. « Breathe, my K'zin. She is just upset. » Rasavyth's ooze snuggles the bronzerider's mind, purring his next advice. « Comfort her. » For once he doesn't mean by doing something sexual. (Rasavyth to K'zin) « How? » K'zin's thought comes strangled by confusion and boyish inexperience with the complexities of girls. It's been so straightforward so far. When a girl gets upset around him, it's been because he broke a rule, or didn't break a rule, or broke the wrong rule or with the wrong person. Things that are easy to understand. (K'zin to Rasavyth) « You can understand this too. » Rasavyth's mind, as ever, provides the certainty that K'zin's so often lacks. « You were distraught when I was injured. » There's a vivid reprisal for the man of his emotions on the night they spent in this place together. « Empathize. You can do it. Hug her. » He instructs. K'zin's arms abruptly tighten around her. "Telavi, this wasn't your fault. It was an accident." Not that he was there for it, of course. But it seems the thing to say. "Accidents happen. She's going to be fine. You're going to be fine. Everything's going to be fine." This, too, he has no way of knowing, but isn't this what you say to people who are upset? The words sound a little on the hollow side, because there's still uncertainty in him, despite Rasavyth's silent encouragements. Claustrophobia is something Rasavyth can help with. He stretches the limits of his thoughts and connection to Solith, making it bigger, and bigger, and bigger as though it could come on forever and ever, a space she can explore if she likes, full of interesting oozy nature features. Trees, leaves, sun, water, breeze and so on. Today's all messed up. So much of the time, what Telavi does is tune into others, to rightly or wrongly read and react. Today she's disoriented. The way K'zin's stiffening just now, from her confession she must think, doesn't register the way it should; she'd at least have been able to see the awkwardness in his expression if she'd only looked up, but she doesn't even manage that. She can be embarrassed later, about not having held it together enough past getting Solith seen to. She's just starting to turn back to Solith when his hold tightens, and she doesn't struggle free, leaning on him, the ragged edge to her breath beginning to diminish despite the way her shoulders shake. It's not quite as rapidly as it might have, had his voice been wholly convincing, but just now she doesn't realize the difference. Her voice shakes, too, "That's what they say. What they say, K'zin. But I can't let her hurt herself, do you see? What about next time?" Does he have an answer for that? Solith breathes deeper in that opalescent space, reminds Telavi, « Breathe. » Hadn't Telavi told her the same thing, after all, not so long ago? The green's clear-headed enough, now, that she's even a touch proud of herself. Oozy trees! It's a playground, practically. Telavi breathes. Fine. The fact that K'zin doesn't seem to have said the wrong thing, at least, seems to embolden his attempt to cheer the greenrider. He moves one arm, loosening the other so he can take his hand to touch her chin and try to lift it so he can meet her eyes. "Tela, listen. You didn't let her hurt herself. It was an accident. We're all still learning. We're not perfect. Accidents happen. People and dragons get hurt. It's no one's fault. It's certainly not yours. You were giving all you had to give, and so was Solith," Because everyone tries their best, right? "And today what you had to give just fell shy of completely safe. She's going to be fine. You're going to be fine. Everything's going to be fine." Playground indeed! And what's a playground without some playmates. Oozy flowers with smiling faces of both human and draconic looks begin to form themselves, beckoning to Solith to come play, mentally, at least! Solith twitches, mostly just her wings but then her tail because playing and then... that's why just mentally. She remembers now. She settles for lowering her head to her paws, eyes turned up to the other dragon, not even single-lidded given the lack of sunlight but with all her outer lids down a fraction from everything that's gone and going on. Tela's let her chin be lifted, but she glances away from K'zin's eyes before finally meeting them. "It was an accident," she'll agree with this much, "But no, I wasn't doing everything, it wasn't like when we were first learning how to flame and we were standing right there and holding still and aiming and being very, very, very careful. We're not supposed to still be at that point, things were fine, they had been fine but there was a distraction. The hay-ball wasn't supposed to bounce off, it certainly wasn't supposed to come close to her, she wasn't supposed to still go for it, I should have stopped her," the way she'd tried to, flinging herself into that flurry of dragons by the lake those months ago. Only different, because flame. Her eyes are dark, urgent. While she's not looking, Solith sees if she can persuade an imaginary flower-creature to transplant itself atop her rider's head, for her and Rasavyth's entertainment if nothing else. Like a hat! "Teeeela," K'zin groans softly as she goes on, trying to hush her. But here in this public place, it's not so easy as when they're behind closed doors; a kiss would do it just fine there. Here? Well, not so much. "If I were a dragon learning to flame and I had been in Solith's place today, I would have done the exact same thing as she did. It was instinct to follow it, and Ras wouldn't have been able to stop me. And that's saying a lot. He can't even stop me from saying stupid things when they get out faster than he can clamp onto the phrase. It's not your fault. It will be fine next time, and the next, and the next. Accidents happen." He insists again, reaching up to stroke one hand across her braids before it drops to settle on her shoulder. It's just after K'zin's hand leaves those braids that one of the shimmery flower-oozes settles atop Telavi's head. "You did exactly what you should have done. You were with her through all of this. You're still with her now. That's what you're supposed to do. Take a breath." Then one of K'zin's fingers is stroking down the side of her cheek briefly, trying to calm the urgency in Tela's eyes. For once, he doesn't even glance around first to see if someone's watching him show her such intimate tenderness in public. Tela does hush, relatively, in the sense of getting quieter rather than shutting up. She also winds up getting that look like she'd really like to interject about that 'exact same thing'... except that he gets to Ras before she does, and then she's looking back at the dragons to eye Rasavyth... except then he addresses that too, so frustrating! One brow quirks up, not quite in total belief, but, "Mmm." If nothing else, she's distracted, and she'd like, she'd very much like to believe. It won't hurt, either, that Solith is so pleased by the whimsy of that flower-adornment, and wouldn't Rasavyth's rider like one too? No? How about that dragonhealer across the cavern, there? And it must be good to hear, for once, that she did do the right thing regarding her dragon. With her. She peeks sideways. Looks back up at him, at the touch of his finger. Her eyes are still dark, but they've softened. "I suppose that makes sense." It isn't quite grudging, more like wistful. She'd like, she'd still like to believe. Another breath, deeper this time. "Do you want to see?" Oh, sure! K'zin can have one too. Rasavyth ensures to give the shimmer to the playful flower perching on the bronzerider's head to have a distinctly pastel pink cast. In the same moment, the one crowning Telavi becomes a pretty shade of purple when it shimmers. The dragonhealer across the cavern? Well, why not. Yellow are the shimmers that come there. And, of course, each and every oozy flowerling has to dance it's way to wherever it's going. There's even a cheery hum that chimes through his touch. It's not a sound any human could make. It's like the hum of crystal as a finger slides over the edge of glass. It's a horribly inappropriate moment for laughter, but there's K'zin doubling over. The flower's leaves grasp onto the crown of his head and then slides to the floor as he bends at the waist, stepping back from the greenrider. "Sorry! Sorry!" He manages through the laughter, and for the laughter he's getting looks. This isn't the place for that kind of gregariousness. "Yes, show me." He says, trying to recover some respectability in the real world, while the flower makes a show of shimmying up his leg and then moving onward up his arm as it climbs back to the top of K'zin's head. Solith clearly approves. Pink, purple, and yellow being different. And dancing. She wiggles. Except wait, she's not supposed to do that, there's a tiny wince after which she holds so very still so she can focus and drink it all in. Telavi glances over her shoulder as though she's been nudged, and maybe she has, and K'zin's laughing and Solith's eyes are sparkling amid the murky undercurrents and the greenrider's just looking baffled for a long moment until there's that nudge again and the light, it clicks on. Her hand flies over her face, but she can't help but peek out even if she can't see through her own eyes, even if it's Solith all the way. She's laughing too, and it takes a moment to even remember what he'd asked, what she'd asked before that. "Right. Right." Tela's peeking again. But it makes it easier, now, to troop over to Solith and explain not only the injury but what was done to clear her up, the careful cleansing and the removal of the odd extra bits of charred stuck-to-flesh hay and the numbweed and so on and so forth... even if, sometimes, she also has to try not to giggle. And Solith adds to Rasavyth in so many words, watching her rider, « Wonderful. » So it's back to business as K'zin follows Telavi toward the green though he can't help the goofy grin still on his face. It is occasionally interrupted by little snorts of restrained-but-breaking-through laughter as the flowers continue their display of dance abilities, steps culled from the bronzerider's own experience and love of dancing. The crystal hums play appropriate music, and the bronze seems all too glad to entertain as business is conducted and K'zin does his Wingsecondly duties now that his slightly-more-than-friends ones are completed. They linger, and assure both dragon and rider that if they need anything, to just let them know. If K'zin looks a little pale through the whole thing, it can be chalked up to having had an 'incident' on his watch as wingsecond, right? |
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