Re: [Ista Weyr] Re: A New Day (Tags Open)

[Twnyz Time]

Finally.  Olethym looked up at Avarin just as the harper sat down and
sighed.  He was dressed splendidly in Harper blue but his face was
haggard.  Had he not slept... or had his sleep been disturbed by a
nightmare?  "Avarin, you would have no trouble picking up a holder
lass or two in that outfit, but you really must work on your smile,"
he joked, though his face was creased with worry.

"I just finished my breakfast, but could use another cup of klah.  Why
don't we go get you something from the kitchen?"

 

Ama watched the exchange between her brother and his friend. Finally, she was about to ask what was wrong with him, but Kitrianth interrupted her thoughts. >>SHE is angry with you and your brother.<<

 

Amalyn could not mistake who SHE was. <<Do you know why?>> she asked her green.

 

>>As if that queen would speak to me other than to give me orders.<< Kitrianth answered with a sigh. You did not grow up in a weyr like Ista Weyr without learning to read a few things about the senior most dragon, and like she had told Olethym the night before..dragons do talk to one another.

 

 What  had she done that would make the Weyrwoman angry? She had not openly questioned her announcement of how the little green had died of the plauge. As far as she knew, no one had cause to complain about her skills in the dragon infirmary. It wasn't that...because she was angry with both her and Avarin. Her brother was a Harper, and had nothing to do with the dragons.

 

It dawned on Ama what the problem is. Her golden brown eyes fixed on her brothers. The line of her jaw stubbornly set. "Olethym, Avarin doesn't need klah. He needs to tell me what happened at the Hold. The Weyrwoman knows that we told Nalian that her minions were coming? What happened?"

 

Now she only had to wait to see if he would be honest with her. She was tired of her big brother trying to protect her, even though she was for all purposes fully grown and a dragonrider with responsibilties of her own.

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[Tawny]

~"I just finished my breakfast, but could use another cup of klah.  Why don't we go get you something from the kitchen?”~

 

Avarin had almost been set to agree to adjourning to a more private place when his gaze had focused on the contorting features of his sister. He could see the random play of emotions crossing her face.

 

~"Olethym, Avarin doesn't need klah. He needs to tell me what happened at the Hold. The Weyrwoman knows that we told Nalian that her minions were coming? What happened?"~

 

“Nalian is not stupid, and I’m sure nothing happened. He would never attack a pair of riders on official weyr duty. She’s just having a fit because things are not going to her plan.” Avarin snapped the pulse of his own blood returning to his temples at the thought of her presence in his quarters this morning.

“I woke up to her standing in the doorway to my room,. She just wanted to attack someone this morning. As if something serious had happened I wouldn’t be sitting here right now as she would of surely had V’tor visit me personally this morning.” Any paleness his skin had taken on had been surpassed by the flush of anger at the thought that he had to fear his own Weyrleaders like an errant child awaiting punishment.

“I need to get out of this weyr before I do something I regret,” Avarin said trying to settle the sudden rush of anger that rose in his chest his hands balling on the table as he attempted to remain where he sat. Something like going and beating that woman within an inch of her life sounded about right. Though he doubted he could ever follow through he had been schooled thoroughly in the art of avoiding physical confrontation.

His gaze swept the dining hall briefly in case the woman had shown up just to start another round of trouble. “Just stay out of her way she’s in a vile mood and I’m sure she’s somewhere now trying to ruin someone’s day,” Avarin hissed lowly to Amalyn his gaze meeting Olethym’s briefly, “Is someone with the girl this morning, in case she gets any unexpected visitors.”

The Weyrwoman went through these spells of madness every once in a while and it had yet to cease to surprise Avarin as he wasn’t sure just what the woman would do in these moods. Perhaps it was a sign of her age and onset of dementia that came with old age he wasn’t sure, but wished Olethym could prescribe her something that would leave her catatonic for a few months at a time.

 

(Tags to Amalyn and Olethym)

 

[Shai]

Olethym was caught unawares by Amalyn's demand to know about the
Hold. He watched her for a moment or two before turning back to
Avarin. He had forgotten that he, too, had been prepared to send a
message through the Harper to the Hold last night. If a bizarre set
of circumstances had not occurred to change that, would he, too, have
woken up to an angry Weyrleader? Come to think of it, he could not
remember if there was anything out of place in his own quarters when
he had returned this morning. Had he been too groggy to notice
anything out of the ordinary but the obvious? Or, because the
messenger was that Brownrider, Ve'jas, had he been spared the
Weyrwoman's wrath? He pondered these things as Avarin spoke, not
coming to any definite conclusion, just ideas.

He did have to wonder though, if his message to the Hold's infirmary
would get through. The herbs he had requested were for an experiment,
a treatment he had seen obscurely mentioned in an old scroll. The
healing staff at the Hold would probably realize this, but he was
confident that if it was a viable treatment, he could make it work.
The question was, would the rider put his own political affiliation
aside for a fellow rider? Former rider, he amended.

The Healer considered Avarin's question, running a list of staff that
would likely be on duty now. Of those, how many could he trust to
protect a patient? He found it ironic the need to think in those
terms, and abstractly amusing that Avarin was asking after his own
suggestion of the night before. "My on-duty staff should be
trustworthy," he said finally. "I don't think anyone is trained to
fight however," he added with a hint of irony, "so I would like to
check in on the girl once before we go."

Sighing, he added apologetically, "I hesitate to mention that if
certain things had not occurred last night before I came to dinner,
your encounter with the Weyrwoman may have been less...pleasant, this
morning."

Slapping his friend on the shoulder, he rose to his feet and picked up
his dishes. "I think before we do anything more, you need some food
in your belly. Doctor's orders," he grinned. Glancing between the
siblings and thinking of klah for two or three plus the Harper's
breakfast, he added, "I'll bring back a tray."

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