Logs:Just Trying to Help
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| RL Date: 11 August, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, H'vier, Reisoth, Taeliyth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier visits the hollowed ground and Dee comes to check on him. |
| Where: Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 7, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lilah/Mentions |
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>---< Lilah and Eliyaveith's Weyr(#1080RJ) >---------------------------------<
Eliyaveith's Ledge, Fort Weyr
The first off the steps that lead up to two of Fort's junior queen weyrs,
this ledge is quite round in shape and likely to be cast in shadow for at
least half the day, thanks to the Weyrleaders' complex to the right and
the higher junior queen ledge to the left. Its surface has been worn
smooth and level, and bears few nicks and slices into the rock, making it
comfortable spot for both dragon and human to settle. There's room enough
for a queen and good-sized bronze, but not much more. The mouth to the
weyr proper dominates the space, lending some protection from the
elements.
Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr
The whole of this weyr seems strangely sanitized and impersonal, with
walls painted white and cleaned often if the subtle shine is any
indication. The first room is vaguely triangular in shape, with the
generous dragon's wallow carved into a deep curve towards the right. The
rest of it appears to have been left as a reception room, a white-washed,
stone table centered between the wallow and the far-left wall with its
surface kept clear of any knickknacks and four varnished, wooden chairs of
simple taste each claiming a side. On the left wall runs a long, brass
shelf, upon which sits a small collection of bound books and a large
fantastical watercolor depicting a scene that could never exist anywhere
in Pern. Hooks under the shelf hold flight gear and even a flamethrower,
still leaving space for more.
A wide, doorless entryway at the northmost point of the triangle leads
through to the rider's private quarters - an oval-shaped room a third of
the size of the last. Within, the hearth is small, but finely-decorated
with ceramic, white tiles, with a woven brass safety screen protecting the
room from embers. The double bed lies in the left-hand portion of the
room, made up with crisp, white linens and a down comforter covered with
soft, white fabric embroidered with raised white vines. A white, wool
blanket lies folded neatly at the bottom of the bed. In the middle of the
far wall, another unprotected archway heralds the existence of another
room: a small bathing room, complete with pool, basin and shelves, which
hold a container of soapsand and a stack of towels. It's been nearly a seven since Lilah disappeared and this is the first time that Reisoth has graced Eliyaveith's ledge since. He watches the bowl in his typical silence, seeking no conversation with the local population himself. H'vier is inside, sitting on the end of Lilah's bed with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped and head low. If his eyes are open, he's staring at the floor. Taeliyth isn't omniscient, but she is watchful and Reisoth's presence on the ledge that has so many eyes awaiting the return of the bronze-shaded gold is hard to miss. Once her duties allow her a lunchtime break and the freedom to give more of her attention to the 'Reaches bronze, she does. Unlike other times when he's visited and she's watched from afar, this time, her wheaten frame leaps into the air by the weyrling complex and flies the distance to angle and land, with great focus spent on the landing, which still takes her to bumping into the bronze on her last step. She doesn't apologize, curling her head back and up to regard him instead. It's not long after that Dee is passing the dragons and slipping inside. She stops once she's through the beaded curtain and sees him, silent for a moment, just looking before calling softly, "Sir?" Reisoth almost certainly sees the gold coming, even if he doesn't offer her his full attention. He probably could have even moved out of her path, but he doesn't stir from where he sits back on his haunches, wings folded against his long, lean body. He does tilt his head down to look at her but he doesn't comment before he's looking out over the bowl again. Inside, H'vier seems oblivious to Dee's presence until she speaks. He doesn't look up when she does, either, but there's a slight movement that suggests he's surprised by the word. Thanks, Reisoth. "I'm not leaving until I'm good and ready." Taeliyth, always so full of the whys that are not only natural at her age but inherent in her character, is silent. She looks at Reisoth some moments longer before turning around so she can settle next to him and look out on the bowl. She sits close enough that if he has want of physical contact, it's only a shift away - a silent invitation, but not so close that it's forced on him or that she's taking physical comfort from him. "I--" Dee's surprise is evident in her voice when he says what he does. "I only thought I'd see if you needed anything," she offers after a breath, her tone quiet and genuine for all their unimpressive history thus far. "It's lunch time," she adds a moment later in case he's lost track of the time. "Are you hungry?" The bronze rarely has want of physical contact and right now is no different. He keeps the space between them, but he doesn't shift further away from the young gold or suggest that she leave. H'vier looks up, finally, eyeing the weyrling as though he finds her words suspicious despite her sincerity. "No." Then another moment later, as he straightens into a proper sitting position, he adds, "Thank you." Dee could leave; she's done what she intended, and yet, looking at the bronzerider she hesitates after her accepting nod. She takes a breath and looks toward the door and then moves toward the bed. "Do you mind if I sit a minute? Anytime I'm anywhere anyone can find me, they always find something for me to do." Given that Dee is hardly allergic to hard work, this is probably more of an excuse than anything. Instead of answering the question properly, H'vier says, "You don't have to watch me. I'm not going to take anything. Nothing important, anyway. Though if there's anything important still in here, I suppose it would serve you right." There's a certain lack of emotion in his voice right up until he says, "I just needed... to be here. To see for myself." To make sure she's somehow not simply hiding away in the weyr he's become so familiar with, however ridiculous that may be. The not-answer is also not a no so Dee sits, lightly on the edge of the bed with a couple feet between them, her own hands falling to her lap. "I don't watch," is murmured with a shoulder shrug. "If you want to be alone, just say and I'll go. Taeliyth had to come, too. I'm not sure I believe she won't be back." Hazel eyes lift from her hands to drift around the room. "It looks ready for her to walk in any moment. To pick up her notes and whisk off to a meeting to tell someone how things should be done or scold them for not doing it right, or both." There's a briefly awkward pause before she adds, "I didn't know her well." H'vier doesn't tell Dee to go, even if he seems to think about it for a moment. Instead he looks at the room. "I can still hear her voice in my head. It doesn't feel like she's really gone. She wouldn't... couldn't have just disappeared without me knowing something was wrong." He turns his head to look at the girl as though she could somehow offer him some sort of comfort. Dee's head turns in answer to meet his gaze, expression somber. "Taeliyth feels the same about Eliyaveith." Somber turns troubled and she looks away a moment, swallowing before looking back to him. "But Lilah cares about Fort. Cared?" She seems uncertain. "What could keep her away this long? With no notice and no one being able to find Eliyaveith?" She looks to H'vier as if he might have some answer. She does shift closer, perhaps without realizing it. It might be an offer of comfort, somehow. The bronzerider has no answers, but his jaw starts to tighten, tension pulling through his muscles, as though he's doing his best to restrain a sudden resurgence of anger. H'vier rises and steps away from the bed, away from the weyrling, shaking his head. "I don't know. I don't know where or why or what the fuck she was thinking. But if I ever find someone who was somehow involved in this, I'll break their sharding necks myself." It's an instinctive thing that has Dee rising in his wake, watching him. "Me neither." It's quiet but sympathetic. She looks at him another moment before asking, "Do you-- have someone?" It's an awkward question and is still awkward when she qualifies, "To help you with this?" "I have Reisoth," says H'vier as though it should be obvious. "I don't know what anyone else would be able to do. I'll be fine." The bronzerider pauses to look back past Dee at the bed. Then he turns to start making his way out toward the ledge again where Reisoth is still sitting in silence. The moment of silence that follows could be assumed to be the moment Dee is telling herself she'll regret her next words, but moving after him, she offers to his back, "If you need-- someone, I'm here. No one should go through this kind of-- thing alone." Can she be blamed for her hesitation? Probably not, but the offer seems genuine. H'vier pauses to turn back part of the way toward the weyrling. His dark gaze studies the whole of her, down and then back up the length of her body. His study is more measuring than lewd, however. "I appreciate the offer, weyrwoman. But I think I'll be able to manage without the aid of your assistance. I don't think I'll be returning to Fort again anytime soon." While his words start out harsh with restrained emotions, the last of what he says is somewhat tempering. He isn't trying to be an asshole. Dee stops short as the bronzerider turns back. Her answer is a soft sigh and an uneasy shrug. "I was just-- trying to help." The words make her expression sad, eyes closing against a sudden wash of stronger feeling. "I wish you well, bronzerider," is genuine but delivered in a tightly controlled voice, eyes still shut against the world. "The offer stands." Her fingers curl and there's a silent count of five before she manages to open her eyes again. Taeliyth shifts uneasily outside, rising and turning toward the weyr. The bronzerider hesitates rather than turning back toward the ledge, though Reisoth tilts his head toward Taeliyth as she moves. H'vier steps toward the weyrling. There's no anger in it, and if she doesn't move away, he'll wrap an arm around her to pull her against him in a gentle embrace. "Thank you." Then he's withdrawing. "If you need us for anything, Taeliyth is welcome to bespeak Reisoth whenever necessary." He doesn't smile, but he nods, then turns again to join his dragon. Dee is admittedly startled, her body tensing briefly as she finds herself caught up in his arm. That doesn't stop reflexes from kicking in; Dee is a hugger, and huggers hug back when hugged. So she moves to curl her arms around his back and turns her cheek against his chest. It's not an intimate hug, but a friendly and supportive one, the sort she seems to have a lot of practice with judging from the ease with which the reciprocation is given. "You're welcome," sounds surprised like her brain is still playing catch-up, but she nods to his offer and watches his back before turning back to look at the room, her arms folding over her chest. Taeliyth doesn't look back at Reisoth, but she does move inward, letting a little snorting breath leave her as she passes the man - perhaps commentary, or just poor timing - shifting to stick her neck toward Lilah's sanctuary though she can't actually breach the distance, instead being left to linger there until Dee finally comes out. Once H'vier has joined his lifemate, he mounts, strapping himself in as the bronze shifts to leap into the air from the edge of the ledge just as silently as he'd been during their visit to the Weyr. |
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