(06.28.2761) So, We're Definitely Friends (attn: I'lir, R'yos)

[Aaron C.]

R'yos was pretty sure that he could not stand I'lir. But... he could not help but feel terribly concerned for him after that kid from the class ahead of them went ballistic and tried to murder his face off. And it was more than just the usual, 'Wow, you and your dragon probably almost just died; are you OK!?' sort of concern one might feel for anyone in that position, but not for more than a few minutes after  immediate danger was over. He was genuinely, deeply concerned, and the gnawing worry would not leave him alone.

((You should go to see him,)) Ailath said, ((and make sure he and Our Lord Belpheroth are well.))

[[Please, don't call him that...]]

"Hey, uh... I'lir? I just, uh... wanted to... say, 'Hi,' and... er..." It was rare that R'yos was quite this speechless. "Look, I'm really worried about you and Belpheroth, and I just wanted to make sure you guys were going to be OK."

(OOC: I'm sorry, this is awful...)

[Allison Herzig]

I'lir was in his wallow again, Belpheroth by his side.  His lifemate was asleep, snoring softly surrounded by blankets.  His bandages were a pristine white.  But I'lir intended to tend them daily for another two sevendays hence, to ensure optimal healing.  I'lir had hidework to be attending to, of course, but he was loathe to permit Belpheroth to rest in solitude.  His dragon might take a fright, if he woke up to find him departed.  The dragon healers said they were exceptionally volatile creatures, Hatchlings.  Even a hatchling as splendid as his Belpheroth.

I'lir raised his head as he heard someone approach, prepared to deflect any undue attentions with the bare minimum of courtesies.  I'lir was an uncommon steady sort of lad, he didn't need comfort or solace, was perfectly capable of handling the matter himself.  He had no wish to be coddled.  It was his duty to appear self-sufficient, composed, confident, to play his part in maintaining the stability of the weyr, to not divert resources from more pressing causes...The Weyrling masters had more urgent cases to attend to than the slight matter of his own inconvenience.

"Oh, weyrling R'yos, what a pleasant surprise.  Welcome," I'lir managed, identifying the voice.  He supposed it was all well and proper, a simple visit from a colleague, "I assure you, we are quite alright.  Belpheroth is recovering most rapidly, ought be healed by the month's end.  I take it you and yours are well?  Greetings, my Lady Ailath."

I'lir gave her a small nod, resting a gentle hand on Belpheroth's shoulder as the bronze looked up, blinking sleepily.

((I'll be healed quicker than THAT.  I bet I can run again by tomorrow!  And I'm still fastest in the class.  I fought first!...Oh, hi Ailath!  I'lir mine says I can't stand to say hello to you right now, but it's good to see you anyway.))

OOC: No problem.  Hope this works!

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[Aaron C.]

On Wed, May 8, 2013 at 8:02 PM, Allison Herzig <alld...@gmail.com> wrote:

I'lir was in his wallow again, Belpheroth by his side.  His lifemate was asleep, snoring softly surrounded by blankets.  His bandages were a pristine white.  But I'lir intended to tend them daily for another two sevendays hence, to ensure optimal healing.  I'lir had hidework to be attending to, of course, but he was loathe to permit Belpheroth to rest in solitude.  His dragon might take a fright, if he woke up to find him departed.  The dragon healers said they were exceptionally volatile creatures, Hatchlings.  Even a hatchling as splendid as his Belpheroth.

I'lir raised his head as he heard someone approach, prepared to deflect any undue attentions with the bare minimum of courtesies.  I'lir was an uncommon steady sort of lad, he didn't need comfort or solace, was perfectly capable of handling the matter himself.  He had no wish to be coddled.  It was his duty to appear self-sufficient, composed, confident, to play his part in maintaining the stability of the weyr, to not divert resources from more pressing causes...The Weyrling masters had more urgent cases to attend to than the slight matter of his own inconvenience.

"Oh, weyrling R'yos, what a pleasant surprise.  Welcome," I'lir managed, identifying the voice.  He supposed it was all well and proper, a simple visit from a colleague, "I assure you, we are quite alright.  Belpheroth is recovering most rapidly, ought be healed by the month's end.  I take it you and yours are well?  Greetings, my Lady Ailath."

I'lir gave her a small nod, resting a gentle hand on Belpheroth's shoulder as the bronze looked up, blinking sleepily.

   Of course, I'lir was certain that he was fine, and he was not worried in the slightest. At least, on the outside. R'yos felt it was almost an anti-climactic sort of thing, somehow, that he had come here. That he had been so concerned. He could not even imagine what it must have been like, the fear, the panic... He shook his head. I'lir was not one to admit to being so phased, even if he were.

   "Of course... Of course you are, I'm sorry, I just... I wanted to make sure. You know." R'yos did not even know. "Yeah. I mean, we're fine. We were just... concerned." He blushed, feeling as though this whole thing were rather lame.

 

((I'll be healed quicker than THAT.  I bet I can run again by tomorrow!  And I'm still fastest in the class.  I fought first!...Oh, hi Ailath!  I'lir mine says I can't stand to say hello to you right now, but it's good to see you anyway.))

   ((Please, do not rise on my account,)) Ailaith agreed. ((Please relay the fondest of my greetings to your rider, My Lord Belpheroth.)) [[Ugh, what did I say!?]] ((It is most wonderful to see that you are well and have sustained only the most minor of injuries against such a daunting foe. You must be the bravest bronze ever hatched. I take it you subdued the villain?)) 

   [[Ailath, it was a panicky dragon, who was panicky because Belpheroth was trying to eat him, not a villain.]]

   ((That's not part of the story,)) Ailath said to her rider alone with a hint of admonishment to his "breaking of character" - even a silent one between them only.

[Allison Herzig]

   Of course, I'lir was certain that he was fine, and he was not worried in the slightest. At least, on the outside. R'yos felt it was almost an anti-climactic sort of thing, somehow, that he had come here. That he had been so concerned. He could not even imagine what it must have been like, the fear, the panic... He shook his head. I'lir was not one to admit to being so phased, even if he were.

   "Of course... Of course you are, I'm sorry, I just... I wanted to make sure. You know." R'yos did not even know. "Yeah. I mean, we're fine. We were just... concerned." He blushed, feeling as though this whole thing were rather lame.

 

"It's quite alright.  Your concern is much appreciated, if strictly unnecessary.  My lord Belpheroth and I are a most marvelously resilient pair," I'lir accompanied the courtesy with his politest smile, one with barely a hint of strain.  If his tone lacked a bit of its typical brightness, well, hardly unfitting, given the circumstances.  His dragon was injured, after all.  No rider ought emerge completely unmoved, "I believe he will forget the unfortunate affair quick enough."

   ((Please, do not rise on my account,)) Ailaith agreed. ((Please relay the fondest of my greetings to your rider, My Lord Belpheroth.)) [[Ugh, what did I say!?]] ((It is most wonderful to see that you are well and have sustained only the most minor of injuries against such a daunting foe. You must be the bravest bronze ever hatched. I take it you subdued the villain?)) 

   [[Ailath, it was a panicky dragon, who was panicky because Belpheroth was trying to eat him, not a villain.]]

   ((That's not part of the story,)) Ailath said to her rider alone with a hint of admonishment to his "breaking of character" - even a silent one between them only.

((Of course I am!)) Belpheroth agreed enthusiastically, holding his head high, chest puffing up with pride.  He was pretty awesome, wasn't he?  ((And yeah!  I beat him all by myself.  I saved me and I'lir, just me!  I'm the bravest and strongest and toughest and...I'lir mine says it's improper to boast, but I am pretty awesome, aren't I?...Oh, and you're cool too.  You talk like I'lir mine!  I like it.))

[[My thanks.  You must recall to always give due deference to your colleagues.  It is unseemly to speak over long of our own skills, far preferable to permit our actions to serve as proof.]]

((Yes, I'lir...And Ailath says hi, by the way.))

[[Please convey my warmest salutations.]]

((I'lir salutes you...or something,)) Belpheroth thought to Ailath with a mental shrug.

[Aaron C.]

On Sun, May 26, 2013 at 11:12 AM, Allison Herzig <alld...@gmail.com> wrote:

 "It's quite alright.  Your concern is much appreciated, if strictly unnecessary.  My lord Belpheroth and I are a most marvelously resilient pair," I'lir accompanied the courtesy with his politest smile, one with barely a hint of strain.  If his tone lacked a bit of its typical brightness, well, hardly unfitting, given the circumstances.  His dragon was injured, after all.  No rider ought emerge completely unmoved, "I believe he will forget the unfortunate affair quick enough."

   "Yeah... yeah, you're probably right, actually." But would I'lir? R'yos could hear the change in his tone from the usual - that little something missing. But then again, who could be his right self when his dragon was injured? "So, yeah, listen, if there's anything I can get you or... anything you guys need, just have Belpheroth let Ailath know, and... I'll do my best and stuff." Very articulate.

 

(Of course I am!)) Belpheroth agreed enthusiastically, holding his head high, chest puffing up with pride.  He was pretty awesome, wasn't he?  ((And yeah!  I beat him all by myself.  I saved me and I'lir, just me!  I'm the bravest and strongest and toughest and...I'lir mine says it's improper to boast, but I am pretty awesome, aren't I?...Oh, and you're cool too.  You talk like I'lir mine!  I like it.))

[[My thanks.  You must recall to always give due deference to your colleagues.  It is unseemly to speak over long of our own skills, far preferable to permit our actions to serve as proof.]]

((Yes, I'lir...And Ailath says hi, by the way.))

[[Please convey my warmest salutations.]]

((I'lir salutes you...or something,)) Belpheroth thought to Ailath with a mental shrug.

   Ailath made a little bow, spreading her wings, for I'lir in return for his salutation. ((I am most grateful for your compliment and your confidence, my Lord Belpheroth.)) [[Really?]] ((And we shall, of course, be at your service. If it would not make you... uncomfortable, might I stay and lie down with you for a while?))