Logs:Trapped (in the Dragon Infirmary)
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| RL Date: 12 August, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Leova |
| Type: Log |
| What: Leova asks Aishani (and Iesaryth) for a favor. Aishani brings gossip. Leova has ideas. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 7, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rov/Mentions, Anvori/Mentions, Ustelan/Mentions, Ienavi/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions |
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| Some people get to enjoy the summer. Some people aren't all but locked in a ground weyr through every fault of their own. There had actually been a physical, written note sent to Aishani, carried by a dragon infirmary aide. Not one of the children ordinarily set to such duties. Not any request of Vrianth. The lanky aide waits for a reply, too, even if it takes a little while. The question: would Aishani visit? The dragonhealer regrets that she isn't to visit her. When the goldrider does arrive, Leova's at once swallowed up in and bulging out of a large, padded cross between a chair and a bed, a sheet draped over her. It doesn't matter when Aishani arrives. It might not even matter which day she arrives. That's where Leova will be. Aishani can enjoy the summer; Aishani's not locked in a weyr or anything else and looks as if she intends to avoid it for some time as she responds to the the summons, such as it is, and finds her way into the infirmary with some little trepidation. Leova's state, for all that the goldrider might be uncertain about her visit, brings sympathy to dark eyes though -- she wouldn't want to be there, and can't see the greenrider liking it much either. It hasn't taken her long to arrive, but long enough to pick up a pitcher from the kitchens; holding it aloft; "They said it's some sort of lime-berry thing. Better than water." Looking over at the glasses on the bedside table, she arches fine brows. Drink? There are glasses. There are hides. There are gadgets. Someone's even left a wadded-up assemblage of yarn with two knitting needles and a crochet hook sticking out of it. The greenrider's not having anything to do with that, though upon a closer approach, a length of leather holding a partly-carved block of wood and a knife may be seen between her and the armrest. "Please," says Leova, the single syllable stressed. "Thank you for coming. I kept thinking I'd have longer." Those amber eyes are the same, if perhaps a touch bloodshot. Her short hair would be too, if it weren't that someone's cut it a little more stylishly than she's allowed herself. Her face is round. Her belly's rounder. Moving to pour out a glass for the greenrider, and one for herself -- though it seems more to keep company than anything -- Aishani offers one over to Leova before she sits, crossing long legs as she settles her light sundress. "Is it not long? Are you... all right?" Her gaze flickers from those eyes to that rounded belly and back, brows beginning to come together, concerned. "I imagine they're a bit worried if they're making you stay." Trapped. She nearly shudders. She's in a light sundress. Leova might as well be in an tent. "Any time, they say." The one-shouldered shrug's the same, if crowded by the bulk of what she's reclined in. She drinks, gratefully. "More or less. Just. Well. Got twins in your family? If you do, let's hope your man doesn't." And: "We can talk freely. Tacuseth's distracting Vrianth." Who's been high-maintenance, and then some. The goldrider is almost uncomfortable for her, what with the warmth that does creep in a little, and the way she's reclined -- not a fun, relaxed sort of reclining. "Any time," Shani echoes after a sip of her own, then shakes her head a little. "Imagine the waiting is the worst part. And I don't think so. On either side." But the fact that she doesn't know might be mildly horrifying... it does pass quickly though, what with the 'distracting'. "Is there something you'd rather she... miss?" "Longest part, anyhow. And. Good." Amber eyes glint, the more so if any of that horror shows. Leova says, "She's restless. Makes me restless. Can escape in her, some," but again there's that one-shouldered shrug. "Anyhow. Wanted to ask you: when the birth comes, would Iesaryth help keep her calm. Not sit on her. It'd make it worse. Just... something close to calm. I'd thank you for it." With a little wrinkle of her nose, "Can't they do something? Make some tea or get you to walk or..." Not that Leova looks like she'd want to do much walking, but Aishani feels like there ought to be something the Healers should be doing instead of trapping perfectly capable intelligent dragonriders in beds. After the shrug, a faint smirk, a nod. "It's not the same. I can send Iesaryth out with her, if it helps. She ought to get out more often as is." The question seems to be simple enough -- there's another nod before, "She's good at calm. I think she can manage it. She likes Vrianth, that she's quick." The emphasis means in more than one way. "Drink any more tea, I'll drown," Leova says like she's swearing it. Or swearing. "I walk back and forth, there." Which Aishani might not need to know, but she points out all the same, with a one-cornered smile more sharp than her wont. "I say, what about my muscle tone, going to need to walk for the birth. They say, the longer I can keep them in, the better they can breathe. So what else am I supposed to do? Too late for anything else." Frustrated, yes. Not reconciled. But there's Vrianth. "Reckon it would. Please. And." She looks at the other woman. "Might call on you for some other riders, if that's all right. Know we do already, when it gets bad, but. Better it not get bad." Displeased that even those things are not helping, Aishani duly looks over to where Leova walks back and forth with a little grimace. Looks fascinating. "I guess there's that. There's a reason they say 'bun in the oven' and such, yes? They're not quite done yet." But they should be soon, if the look she gives the greenrider's stomach could help any. Unfortunately, babies -- unborn or otherwise -- are usually immune to her intimidation. Seriously, "It's not too late to punch the father. But I suppose that's not completely fair." With a flash of a grin, she looks back to the older woman as it fades a touch. "I'll come with her. Better to be around than not. That way she won't be distracted trying to tell me what's happening?" As if Iesaryth could ever be said to be truly distracted. Under that look, those babies might be sizzling right now. "Not completely." Leova's agreement: limited. "Reckon as how I'd like him intact, though, all told. And he's been good, bringing me things," hovering, even. "Bringing me people. Not like friends don't drop by, hm? Just. Wish I could get out." She's got a nod for coming with, accepting. "So much happening. Heard about old Nabol dying, the Lady missing. Any more news?" Not just Vrianth who wants to go. Maybe that'll make 'em pop out quicker. "If you punch them, there's always a chance they end up looking worse for it, and what do you do then? But that sounds all right. Friends ought to drop by, but I'd imagine that most people would rather avoid the infirmary on the whole. It's odd, it's not as if you catch anything from just being here." Aishani gives a little eye roll for that, before finishing her juice and setting it aside. Ruefully, "It's a good time to be out too. No, that's the main news, though there's some talk that they think the Lady killed the old man. But the last time I visited, Nabol wasn't precisely well. If she is pregnant like they say..." She gives Leova a look, then shrugs. "People will say a lot of things, do a lot of things to get what they want." That's lightened Leova's day right there, given the woman's chuckle. "Pretty well. Least it's not the infirmary proper, but still. Hear we'll be having a rash of them, even without being catching." The queen flight, and all. She may regret refilling her glass, does it anyway. "Lady killed him?" Her mouth pulls to one side. "Surprised he made it this long, anyway. Some people... and others down in their prime." "Of pregnancies? I wonder if it is, then." With another girlish wrinkle of her nose, Aishani edges her chair about an inch away from Leova's bed, just in case -- though dark eyes are bright. "Maybe Iesaryth will hold out until Hraedhyth's clutch is well hatched, give people a bit of a break." As the greenrider gets a refill, she nods with a purse of lips. "That's the rumor. I'm not sure I'd buy it, but who knows. And I am too. It's hard to see someone killing him when it's been this long to start." This time, it's a laugh. "Don't know if that's far enough," Leova says. "Might need to move it further. I'll try not to breathe on you, though... Break wouldn't be bad. Stagger them some, less on each other's heels. You know. Long as you're planning these things." There's a one-cornered smile. "Think I'd agree with you there, anyhow. About the hard to see, when it's been this long. Only if he was about to pick an heir, change things up, hm? Unless it's something little, he got someone just that pissed." Dryly, "Yes, no breathing on me. Or anything like that. And the break would be appreciated by Quinlys too, I'm sure. I can't see her wanting another dual clutch on her first time out." Not that it's really the Weyrlingmaster's first clutch, just first alone. Aishani has another little eye roll for 'planning', sighing, "Now she'll go up tomorrow, watch. And that's possible..." She's thoughtful, allowing to Leova, "Maybe if he mentioned to someone he'd picked one heir over another. He's enough of them. Someone said 'slow poison', but that'll be difficult to prove." "Neither. Not that it's unusual for Pass. But." Not like it's Pass, killing off dragons left and right. "She better not. I'd go into labor for real and all the healers would be glassy-eyed and breathing heavy and here I'd be, cramping." Leova eyes Aishani narrowly. "Not fun." But neither is being poisoned. "You think? Hard to prove it was slow poison, or hard to prove who did it? Don't know much about what's provable and not, myself. Don't get a whole lot of that in my infirmary." "Mm. I think we're all right for dragons at the moment." Aishani's tone is distinctly hopeful; it's not like she can do much for it but hope. With a short laugh, "I'll let her know you'd not be appreciative if it seems to go that way. She likes to sleep; maybe it'll just be an excuse." Shaking her head a little, "I don't know what exactly you can prove, but it seemed to me with Iolene it was just a matter of poison or not and how. I'm not sure if Healers can figure out how long it took. Who did it is always hard to prove, unless they admit it." That's wry, as they know. "And good thing you don't. That's the last thing anyone needs to be thinking about." "Use me as an excuse if you have to," Leova says, deadpan. "Don't tell her we've about found a wetnurse, either. And," in the next heartbeat, her brown features go wan. She glances towards the human-sized exit, towards the infirmaries beyond. She sets down her glass, carefully. "Wonder if our healers would know, or if it'd need a specialist. Reckon Nabol would want one." She glances down, then back to Aishani. "Happen to ask a healer on your way out and find anything useful, I'd be interested. Happen to ask one of the healers to visit, an apprentice it could be, appreciate that too. Soon. And the help with Vrianth." Her mouth twists, wry. "Go and be glad, hm?" Though she mightn't put it past Aishani to make even a tent look fashionable. With some little chagrin, "I... didn't think of that, but it might be an idea. To ask and to offer besides. I think the Hall sent a specialist then, but Madilla might know something." Or might be convinced to talk more than some random Hall healer. Aishani sets her glass down as well, off to the side so it's not in Leova's way, then pushes out of her chair with a sigh. The dress is a shift, but hardly a tent. "I'll send one of the apprentices too. And don't worry about Vrianth. Just let us know." Though everyone's like to know if Vrianth is concerned enough about all of it. With another sympathetic smile, she promises, "I'll come back and tell you what I hear." Then disappears in her search for healer-types. |
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