Logs:Protecting the Fearful
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| RL Date: 29 June, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Paislie, Taeliyth, Uiysath |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two tired weyrlings and their protective lifemates in the first week of life. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Baaaaack-dated. |
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>---< Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr >-----------------------------------------<
Through the entrance to the barracks, one is immediately presented with
the door to the Weyrlingmaster's Staffroom to the left, while a path
leading forward and a path to the right lead to two separate chambers,
allowing two classes to be housed with their fellows. Each high-ceilinged
chamber contains two neat rows of cots, each bed with its top to the wall,
enough to house at least thirty weyrlings and their growing dragons.
Placed at strategic intervals between the rows are barrels of oil, clean
buckets and other equipment needed for dragon care or the cleaning of the
premises. Windows are concealed by heavy drapes, but can be opened to
provide fresh air and sunlight. Glowbaskets line the walls for nighttimes
lighting.
Each weyrling pair is provided with a bed, a bedside table, and a trunk
for their belongings. Beside each bed is a smooth indentation in the floor
to serve as a wallow for growing dragons. If required, fresh linens and
materials for wallows can be collected from the tall unit of drawers and
collection of barrels at the very back of each room. Given the way baby dragons tend to feed at odd hours, it's never odd in the barracks to see one or two or five weyrlings blearily offering meat to their counterparts from the buckets provided. Dee, like many of the rest, has been short on sleep this first seven, and Taeliyth seems to eat more and sleep less than many of her classmates. Another chunk of meat leaves Dee's fingers as the dragon claims it for her own. Another moment later, Dee is trying to stifle a yawn and leaving bloody fingerprints on her cheek by accident. There's no move to wipe it, so it's a safe bet that tired as she is, she doesn't even notice it. Paislie and Uiysath have had some difficulties settling into their bond. Rather, Paislie has had some difficulties settling into her bond with Uiysath. The dragon, on the other hand, has been as self-assured of her choice in lifemate as can be expected of a young, strong-willed dragon. Since the hatching, Paislie has been even more quiet than usual, even more standoffish, even trying to pick a couch as far away from the rest of the weyrlings as she's permitted. Unfortunately, for her, she can't hide in a place like this, and Uiysath is unwilling to go hungry just to avoid Paislie's discomfort of feeding her. The late hour and the majority of the weyrlings being asleep does have the redhead slightly more at ease, at least, but not enough to point out the blood on Dee's cheek. Instead she stares at it for several moments, then looks at her dragon as the green tears a piece away from the meat Paislie is holding rather than taking the chunk whole. As Taeliyth's hunger ebbs, both halves of the pairing have more attention to offer, the process of consuming becoming less so as it slows. « Is Paislie alright, Uiysath? » Taeliyth's greeting comes in the form of a rustle of wind through the branches. Uiysath's probably felt the watching Wood within her before for she's especially observant of her clutchmates. Dee groans softly, "I'll get the oil," is for both her lifemate and for Paislie as her return is swift and with enough for herself and the redhead. « That's our business. » Uiysath isn't rude about her answer, simply matter of fact. But she returns the question in kind, perhaps to point out how it's not her business, « Is Dee alright? » She's the one with blood on her face, after all. Paislie only nods a moment after Dee's left, then offers a small smile when the other girl returns. "Thanks," she murmurs. « No, » might be an answer to both. « Are any of them really supposed to be after this? » Taeliyth glances between the girls as she shifts without enthusiasm to let Dee wipe her face with a cloth, her hide twitching its displeasure, before the oiling begins. « And you're my sister and she's your lifemate, so... spill. » The gold keeps it simple. "It will get better, I think." Dee tries for optimism, but it's lackluster. She does manage a tired smile for the redhead. "Are you.. pleased?" She ventures quietly after a moment. « They should be. They're ours now. » And Paislie is very much hers. Not that she expects Taeliyth to lay claim to the woman, but there's still a hint of possessiveness in the way she feels about her rider. « She's afraid. » Uiysath only shares that much with her sister because that might be all she knows. Once the green is finished eating, Paislie has more attention to spare the other weyrling. But she still avoids looking at her directly for very long. "I don't know. I think so. It's hard to tell sometimes." She glances at Dee as if to return the question without actually saying the words. « And being ours makes things magically all better? » Taeliyth asks, amused by the ideal. No, Taeliyth won't lay claim to Paislie, though there's a faint sense of her possessiveness of them together, and the accompanying protectiveness. « Dee's afraid, too. » It doesn't please the gold, but there's not much she can do about it. « We won't let anything happen to them. Ever. » That much is a solid intention even if there's no plan to really help matters. Not yet. The way Dee nods toward Paislie is indicative that she might share the same difficulty in telling. "I'm glad you're here with me," is her murmured words. "Even if this is hard." She looks to Taeliyth who briefly glances at her before returning her bejewelled gaze to the green. « No. » Uiysath is annoyed by the gold's amusement. This is serious. But it fades almost as soon as it appears. She can agree with the rest of what Taeliyth says. She can support it, even, and it makes the touch of the green's mind relax. Paislie frowns at Dee and what she says, her eyes shining like she might start crying. It makes Uiysath move closer, between her rider and Dee, though the lack of tension probably means that it's nothing to be offended over. "I hadn't even considered that you might not be here," she says, voice wavering slightly. Probably best that she doesn't think about that too much now that it's a non-issue, but that's unlikely to stop her. "I always counted on being not," Dee answers in a tone that might almost be dour were she not Dee. She looks to Taeliyth, who looks back. The younger girl might think to say more, but instead she bites her lip. "I should get Taeliyth back--" the gold is already moving, with a polite tip of her head toward Uiysath and her rider. The Southerner gives the redhead an apologetic look but follows. |
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