Meal Time Yet Again (Attn: Anyone and Everyone)
Tawny
something sharp strike his leg. "Y'eh lazy boy, tha' my chair, you
haveta work to get a chair as nice," Auntie Tess called again as
Avarin's eyes drew open to stare at the old woman beneath partially
lidded eyes. "Thas' my chair," she insisted again lifting her stick to
strike at the Harper again. "I'm getting up," Avarin said as he
realized the mug that had been in his hand had mysteriously vanished.
"I'm sorry auntie," Avarin replied curtly mustering a small bow from
her before stretching his aching back. That chair had been horrid to
sleep in, but the woman looked quite pleased someone had warmed it for
her aching bones, she had already settled herself in it and began
directing the others as they entered the hall.
"Faelon over there," the woman called curtly directing people and the
dishes they carried. Watching for a brief moment he Harper
straightened up and ambled to his seat at the head table. There was no
point of returning to his quarters as he would have to return promptly
after arriving. He could just as easily nap in his chair as anywhere,
and when the others began to arrive he'd take the time to wake up
properly.
He had barely begun to doze once more when he could hear the voices of
the Weyrwoman and the Weyrleader approaching. Opening his eyes lazily
he straightened up in his chair greeting each in turn as they took
their seats talking amongst themselves. They seemed to lost in their
own conversation to take heed of his presence. However, their banter
was so boring it wasn't even worth listening to. Where was Olethym?
Why would he subject him to the company of the Weyrleaders alone, or
did he owe him a few marks and he had forgotten? What was the last
thing they had a debate about, and who had won it? Perhaps it was a
result of that.
Rubbing at his temples idly he perked up a bit as Faelon approached
the table carrying a tray of fresh wherry, a large grin lighting his
features. "You're a sight for sore eyes," Avarin said as a sorrowful
smile pulled at the girl's face laying the tray nearest to the Harper
rather than the Weyrleaders. "You aren't allowed to look so sad as
pretty as you are," he commented however, instead of thanking him for
his kind words she quickly moved away from the table as soon as the
Weyrleader's eyes pinned her.
Exchanging glances between the girl's backside and the Weyrleader
Avarin shrugged and folded his hands neatly together upon the table
attempting to resist the plate as they were dispersed until his friend
appeared to join him.
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Tawny
When she arrived, the dinning hall was packed. Everyone was sticking
around for the announcement. She saw her older brother at the head
table. He looked pale. This announcement would be a falsehood then.
She didn't think that the young green was sick from the plauge. How
many years had she been dragonhealing and a hatchling get ill?
She crossed to her brother. She asked quietly. "So harper, do you have
fore knowledge of this announcement?"
"Shush and sit down," Avarin hissed reaching out to take her wrist
before she brought too much attention to that end of the table. While
Nerys was not in a positively nasty mood, he didn't want to distract
her from her choosen prey for the night V'tor and the poor dead green.
"Not the time or the place," he murmured his eyes glancing about the
hall with a searching look for Olethym. W'vryn and Ve'jas sat to one
side amusing to themselves quietly. At least they were present in the
hall, which meant that Olethym was distracted by someone or something
else.
It was not the time nor the place. She knew better than to bring the
weyrwoman's ire down on her, but she wanted to scream that it was
absurd to assume that the dragon had died of the plauge. The plauge
was a human disease. Human and dragon blood did not mix, obviously. It
would only start another panic in the weyr. Riders afraid of their
dragons contracting the disease. To distract herself, she grabbed a
roll and began to butter it, not really intending to eat it. "I
promised Kitrianth that I would eat, but I don't see how I can make
myself."
"There are ways," Avarin said as he decided to take the time to
finally fill his empty plate. Everyone about him was halfway through
their meal, but he had waited for his counterpart to join him.
"Did you see Olethym in the bowl?" Avarin inquired as he speared a
tuber with his fork, pulling it onto his plate.
"No. I was pacing in the dragon infirmary. Kitrianth ordered me out.
Came straight down. Any change in the sick rider?"
"I don't know," Avarin murmured as he took a bit of fish dropping it
on to his plate before finally settling in to eat. He really didn't
want to think about it any longer. The dragonette had passed away
nearly a 7-day and her rider was not too far behind her. "We really
shouldn't concern ourselves with it," Avarin said attempting to
maintain the neutrality in his own mind. "What's done is done"
'Easy for you to say, you are a Journeyman Harper, not a Journeyman
Dragonhealer,' she thought to herself. "Believe that do you?"
"Don't you believe everything your told?" Avarin's eyes twinkled
slightly before rolling inward as he cut at the tuber his lips
thining. She should remember what happened the last time that Olethym
had been outspoken about the subject. The healer still appeared to
bare the makrs that one of Nerys's thugs had bestowed upon him. "It's
not worth it" he reminded her, his dark eyes lifting again as he saw
V'tor rise in his chair.
V'tor had scrapped his way to becoming a Weyrleader by his sheer
charisma alone. How he could pretend to enjoy that horrid woman's
company day in and out, and yet still show his face at dinner Avarin
was never sure.
"Eat," Avarin said lowly as he reached out with his fork to drop a
tuber on his sister's plate, hoping she would take another large bite
before V'tor spoke.
Amalyn smashed the tuber with her fork. Not being able to ignore the
look on her brother's face. She obeidently shoveled it into her mouth.
It could have been sand from the beach for all she tasted of it.
Tossing a sideways look at her his jaw tightning he attempted to
ignore her attempts to announce her anger as she noisely destroyed the
food he tossed onto her plate. The room began to silence about them as
V'tor stood to speak
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"Who do I owe posts to, again?"
Tawnya
wrong about the announcement. They had no idea what had caused the
green's death. There wasn't much she could to do to find the cause,
this being due to dragons going between before they died. The what
ifs. If only she could have at least examined it, she could try to
piece together the puzzle. The green rider hadn't been to dragon
infirmary (that she was aware of) with even the least complaint. If
your dragon was feeling ill, where would be the first place you would
go? No outward signs of a defect or any slight problem. Infections
being invisible, but they leave signs in the way of symptoms. But the
problem was...if you couldn't except that the plauge caused the dragon
to succumb, then what was the true cause. Worse, what if they just
ignored it and it happened again?
Tommrow she would make it a priority to talk to the weyrlings and
examine their dragons. Did they have any strange symptoms? It would be
useful to talk to Savanarith's rider, but she was far to sick and the
loss of her dragon would be too great. How would she feel if she lost
Kitrianth? That was another reason that she needed to know the answer
to this mystery. However inconceivable it may be, what if it really
was the plauge and her green got sick? V'tor spoke of staying in the
weyr and according dragonless rider respect due to a dragonrider. She
could not and would not even think of disobeying such a straight
forward request, but would she be able to stay in the weyr if her
green were suddenly wrenched away?
Suddenly feeling a headache coming on, she rubbed absently at the scar
on her forehead as she tried to finish the food remaining on her
plate. She sighed in frustration. "So, Avarin, what will happen now?"
On Aug 10, 8:17 pm, "Lys Phillips" <atreides.sih...@gmail.com> wrote:
> V'tor stood, slightly agitated at the news he was about to give. Another
> death...and no true meaning of it. How could he convince the lot of them
> the plague had taken the young green?
>
> "Istans." he forced his voice to a carrying level. "It is my regrettable
> duty to inform you that one of our weyrlings, Savanarith, has succumbed to
> the plague. Her rider is recovering in the infirmary. She will need peace
> and quiet, to overcome her grief. If she does decide to stay with us, I
> expect all of you to treat her with the utmost respect, as she is one of
> us. Our family. She will alays be a dragonrider, even though she has been
> deprived of her lifemate. She will be given the accord of a dragonrider,
> and as such will be with us for as long as she chooses."
>
> He took a breath, looking over the faces in the Cavern. "Weyrlingmaster, I
> would like to see you this evening after dinner. I'd like to speak with
> your charges tomorrow. Everyone, this is another reason to exercise extreme
> caution when voyaging outside the Weyr. And under no circumstances will
> journeying off the Island be allowed."
>
> "On a happy note, I hear there is great anticipation of the Red Sands
> Gather....it will be in eight sevenday's time. That is all. Good Evening."
>
> He sighed softly and sank back into his chair with a heavy thud.
>
> --
> Lys
> atreides.sih...@gmail.com
>
> Weyrleader V'tor of Ista
>
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Tawny Harris
"Comeon, let's go for a walk, and clear our heads," Avarin said as he dropped his hand from her shoulder and down her back a wain smile on his features. Perhaps they would find Olethym on their way to the bowl which became the center of the activity for the weyr in the evening hours.
"By letting their little comments bother you, you are letting them women," He felt like a mother talking like this, but it was the truth. By allowing their message to bother her this much she would let them win.
(Tag Amalyn)
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"If our esteemed Weyrleader says it was the plague, then it was the plague. I will just have to be vigilant watching for symptoms in the other dragons and be prepared to aid them best I can. I hope by the first shell that this is an isolated case."
"Now let’s do as you suggested, and drink to the green's memory,"
Hearing his own words being thrown at him Avarin stopped mid-stride
as his stomach twisted into a solid knot. After the day he spent with Nerys
today he was tired of hearing, writing and speaking the lies that filtered from
that old hag’s mouth. His mind kept whirling around what had provoked
Amalyn to say those words just now. He didn’t want to get into, he just
wanted this day to be over with, and this sudden rise in politics to vanish so
they could return their daily lives.
Frustration rose in his chest as his gaze moved to meet Amalyn’s. She had
that confused look on her face perhaps due his sudden stop. His father always
said she looked so much like his mother and brought up time and time again when
they visited the old man. “I sent a message to Nalian with a rider this
morning,” Avarin said lowly as he began to move again taking and holding
a deep breath as they continued toward the small gather square. Laughter could
be heard as they neared the small party, the light of multiple glow baskets illuminating
the tables and poles that marked off the area. “Nerys is sending two
riders in the morning to the hold to request tithe, and I didn’t want him
unprepared.” Avarin said as he forced a fake smile to his face.
He knew how happy his brother would be if he saw those two goons entering his hold unannounced demanding tithe as if it all materialized in the court yard daily by his sheer will alone. “Do you need anything from the hold?” He asked her quietly slowly relaxing his grip on her hand the table filled with glasses, wine, and pastries just a few lengths away from him. The other stood milling around talking amongst themselves laughter rising as one or two cracked a particularly funny joke. Avarin did not feel much like entertaining tonight, as he usually would have. Briskly he poured two glasses of the newest wine brought back from the Vintner’s Hall just a few days earlier, he had heard they had been working with new fruit mixtures trying to give the wine a fruiter taste and make it a lighter body. Offering a glass to his sister, he looked about the square once more. Olethym was nowhere to be found yet once more. What a strange night..
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Shai
time he finally made it back to the dining cavern. The whole hall was
quickly emptying as people went outside to relax for the evening under
the sky's darkening canopy. The healer had little to complain about
however: while he had finally gotten his medicine list sent out, he
had entirely missed the depressing (and likely utterly false)
announcement. He was glad of the opportunity to miss the Weyrleaders,
as infrequently as they usually made it to dinner.
And it would seem that he had missed Avarin. Too bad about that.
Grabbing a last-minute plate of food from a disapproving server with a
charming smile, he found a mostly-empty table. There was nothing for
him to discuss and no one to discuss it with, so dinner went by
quickly. However, he did overhear the gossiping prattle of some of
the staff, and soon knew more or less what had transpired at dinner.
Lovely gossipers, invaluable people there, he thought ironically.
That thought lead to his encounter with Ve'jas and his choice to stay
out of "harm's" way. Did he really enjoy watching trouble? Was he
afraid of W'vryn's temper? Did he simply not want to bother with the
likes of Olethym, their prey? If it was the former (and even if it
was not)...could he and Avarin convince him to share some inside news?
Wandering outside, he searched for familiar faces. He knew his harper
friend would want to speak with him. They liked to share in the
comfort of a like mind, of someone who thinks for themselves, judgment
based on the facts, not superstition or fear. He looked for Avarin's
sister Amalyn too, knowing they were likely to be together for at
least a short time before annoying their way to a split for the night.
Thought of her brought a smile to his face. She too relied on the
facts. There was no doubt in Olethym's mind that she had been
incensed throughout the entire meal as he would have been. Had she
spoken up against V'tor and Nerys, he wondered? Or had Avarin curbed
her tongue?
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"I sent a message to Nalian with a rider this morning," Avarin said lowly as he began to move again taking and holding a deep breath as they continued toward the small gather square. Laughter could be heard as they neared the small party, the light of multiple glow baskets illuminating the tables and poles that marked off the area. "Nerys is sending two riders in the morning to the hold to request tithe, and I didn't want him unprepared." Avarin said as he forced a fake smile to his face.
"No dout two of her favorite riders," Amalyn answered. Thinking to herself that it must W'vryn, one of her most loyal supporters. "I have noticed that she never sends me to the Hold for anything. I am sure Nalain will be prepared. Too much like our father not to be." What would Neyrs say if she were to ask her? She wouldn't come right out and say that she disliked her because she was a female green rider. It would be that Nalain was her brother and that she would be too leinient on the Holders. Not brute enough to get weyr business done. W'vryn was certainly brute enough.
<<Amroth is proddy. Has been stealing all the attention from my suitors>> Kitrianth informed her.
>>Just stay away from her then<< Amalyn thought to her dragon. Last things she needed was for the other green to think that Kitrianth was trying to interfere with her courtingAmalyn tossed the idea around in her head. What would the Weyrwoman accomplish by that. She knew that when her green had it into her mind that she wanted to rise, it was the most important thing on Amalyn's mind.
<<Oh I am>> Amalyn's mind was filled with the image of her pale green dragon rolling on the beach. No doubt getting herself covered in muck.
<<Kitrianth! You know how. I hate it when you get dirt all over our weyr.>> Her mind was filled with draconic laughter and the explaination that it was fun. At least, mating flights were not on her green's mind tonight.
Remembering that she was not out on the beach with her dragon, she took the glass from her brother and drank deeply. She loved good wine and she knew this was different. She'd have to have another glass. "Did you ask me something?" she asked her brother before answering her own question, "Oh, something from the Hold...nothing that I can think of. It has been awhile since I have been there, it would be nice to see Nalian."
Thought of her brought a smile to his face. She too relied on the
facts. There was no doubt in Olethym's mind that she had been
incensed throughout the entire meal as he would have been. Had she
spoken up against V'tor and Nerys, he wondered? Or had Avarin curbed
her tongue?
Amalyn smiled when the weyr healer finally joined them. "Olethym, what an enlightening announcement you missed. Perhaps you could remind me of the symptoms of the onset of the plauge? It has apparently crossed over to the dragons." There was no mistaking the twinge of sarcasm in her tone. She took another glass for him and handed it to him and a refill for herself. "Have some wine, the Vinter has out done himself."
She raised her glass. "To the green and her rider." Though it didn't do much for a curled stomach...she was still in disbelief and her dinner rolled in her stomach. Some days she guessed she'd would rather live in any weyr other than Ista.
From: Shai <nei...@gmail.com>
To: Ista7 <is...@googlegroups.com>
Sent: Saturday, August 11, 2007 11:06:26 PM
Subject: [Ista Weyr] Re: Meal Time Yet Again~Brotherly Advice, Sisterly Youth~
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wryly, taking the glass from Amalyn with a gracious nod and quirked
grin. "Crossing species from mammals to dragons, is it? That's
certainly news to me." He grinned at Avarin and pretended to put some
serious thought into her question. "Well, besides some general fluish
symptoms and a refusal to eat, she should have had an uncontrolled
cough. Up to and including the expectoration of blood just before she
died. Did she cough up blood?" he asked with great certainty as
sarcasm quickly fled his voice to be replaced with gravity. He knew
the answer to that question; she had exhibited no symptoms prior to
her passing Between.
He looked down at the wine in his glass and swirled it around. The
aroma tickled his nose but the heat was not really appreciated as it
went down. But he reminded himself that it was nights like this that
he worked and lived for. He could have gone anywhere; any Hold, Hall,
or Weyr would have taken his expertise without hesitation but he had
chosen Ista. It was not just because he had roots here. He had a
challenge here that forced him to strive for the truth. To look past
his personal feelings. If it weren't for that, he would have turned a
blind eye to W'vryn's trouble and avoided Ve'jas, knowing that
politically speaking (though he tried to remain neutral), they were
his enemies.
"Hm, to the poor Green and her rider," he echoed. Perhaps she would
be better off if she never woke from her dreamless sleep. Then again,
if she did, she could be a major problem for the Isolationists. What
if she somehow knew what had killed her dragon? Frowning, he looked
up at the other two, dark thoughts torn and scattered to the wind.
"She's going to need to be watched. There are those who would benefit
from her passing, and suffer for her recovery."
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Tawny
detained or will be shortly," Avarin murmured his gaze passing up to
the stone walls where the dragons rested in the darkness. He couldn't
make out Ve'jas's or W'vryn's dragons in the dark, but he knew they
were there. There was no point of worrying about her now, as he had
seen the two riders part companies earlier this evening. They should
be focusing their attentions on Va'len the brother of the young girl.
Avarin hadn't seen the young man in or near the lower cavern in a day
or two.
Shaking his head Avarin downed the rest of his wine in one gulp
setting his glass back to the table before stretching. He was so tired
of this debate, they had had it since the green's passing. It wouldn't
bring her back now nor would it get rid of Nerys as she was the only
gold in the weyr.
"V'tor did also mention a gather," Avarin said attempting to change
the conversation, why couldn't they get together anymore without
depressing one another? "Red Sands announced it, that'll be
interesting. Perhaps we could encourage Nalian to attend Amalyn,"
Avarin grinned at the thought of the Gather. Who would turn up for
that, and would V'tor chase off any people from the main land that
would attempt to attend?
"I'm sure that the cotholder may be marrying off one of his daughters
so Nalian and the Lord Holder will be expected to attend," Avarin said
as he tried to think of who they might know that might be the lucky
recepiant. Usually gathers were held in the smaller holds to announce
births, marriages, and occasionally deaths.
"It makes me want to take my rounds early this month and see if the
minor holds have any news, we haven't heard about up here," His gaze
moved to catch Olethym's to see if his friend might be interested in
joining him for a brief excursion.
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Twnyz Time
so Nalian and the Lord Holder will be expected to attend," Avarin said
as he tried to think of who they might know that might be the lucky
recepiant. Usually gathers were held in the smaller holds to announce
births, marriages, and occasionally deaths.
minor holds have any news, we haven't heard about up here," His gaze
moved to catch Olethym's to see if his friend might be interested in
joining him for a brief excursion.
Her heart wasn't really in teasing either one of them, both of them like older brothers to her. Actually she was looking forward to a gather. Maybe there would be runner racing? She would love to participate.
<<I am faster than any runner>> Kitrianth answered in a huff. Angry at the mearest suggestion she'd want to ride anything other than her dragon. She sat up and shook off the muck she'd been rolling in. Her tail twitching irritably in the darkness of the beach.
>>Ah, Kitri, if we ever have the chance to be in the weyr games again...Your speed and agility is not in question here. You are the finest green I have ever met<< Amalyn told her dragon soothingly. It seemed to work because Kitrianth went back to covering her light green hide in beachy grime.
Shai
the other two mention the gather. Perhaps if he re-organized shifts
so that at least one healer could keep an eye on her at all times...
It seemed almost ridiculous to do such a thing, but was it worth
risking what feeble chance she had at life?
A gather? He had definitely missed that bit of news. He recalled
having heard a few girls chattering about it when he was down in the
dining hall, but he had dismissed it as idle gossip and wishing.
Shivering inwardly at the thought of attending, Olethym decided he
would be one of the first to watch the girl. He could take up
temporary residence in the infirmary while other healers went to Red
Sands.
He ignored the discussion about marriages. Every married member of
his family also had half to a full dozen children. Those same people
could be counted on to put certain pressures on him were he to "meet a
girl." Marriage. A herd of children. Neither prospect had ever
particularly interested him. He waved off Amalyn's suggestion without
flinching. "Perhaps so, but I wouldn't count on finding her at a
Gather. I'm not going. A healer's life is too busy and all," he
winked. So he had been paying attention to them, if only with half an
ear. "Especially if all the other healers are going..."
He smirked at Avarin's proposal to visit the other cotholds in the
meantime. It must be a job requirement for harpers to love gossip.
That explained a few things about that brownrider Ve'jas, come to
think of it. Watching his friend and his newly-recovered humor, he
decided that discussing his adventures in the halls tonight could
wait. They seemed the wrong subject matter for the occasion.
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Shai
himself turning toward Kitrianth's perch, a wide grin spread across
his face. >> Ooh, a dragon hasn't spoken to me in ages, << the healer
purred into the dragon's mind. >> Might I say that your mind-voice is
absolutely lovely. << He paused and considered what the Green said.
>> I don't know why I didn't think to ask the dragons. I usually
don't speak to them unless they speak first, and as you can tell, that
does not happen very often. But if you or anyone else can think of
anything out of the ordinary before she died, even something that
seems silly... please let me know. They don't have to be shy. Or if
you don't mind the extra conversation, they can tell you too. Thank
you, Kitrianth. << He doubted the Green would mind the increase in
chatter; dragons in general were very social. Perhaps this would
spice things up for them too.
Realizing he was standing off to the side with a bizarre expression,
Olethym turned back to the other two. He nodded to Amalyn. "I
know... I appreciate the offer and the extra help. I know that you as
a fellow healer would want to know what is really happening,
unfortunately I don't think it's the plague. That girl would have
picked it up from her dragon, or vice versa, and this whole Weyr would
be suffering from an outbreak by now." He shook his head negatively
and shrugged.
Then realizing that Avarin was out of the loop, he said by way of
explanation with a little smile, "Kitrianth has offered to help keep
an eye on the greenrider..."
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Tawny
greenrider. It would be very benefical to me to know what really happened,
to stop it from happening again."
Avarin's face had became lost by a wash of confusion as his sister spoke as
if her dragon had participated in the recent conversation. Yet he heard
nothing, and yet Olethym look to agree with Amalyn's sentiment. Either he
was going deaf, they were going crazy, or someone was reading someone's
thoughts.
~Then realizing that Avarin was out of the loop, he said by way of
explanation with a little smile, "Kitrianth has offered to help keep an eye
on the greenrider..."~
"Oh?" Avarin's face had shifted from lost to almost stunned. He had always
heard his friend speak of how the dragons spoke to him occasionally; but
Avarin had never witnessed it nor had he experienced it himself. Even as the
brother of the rider of the Green. "And what does she sound like?" Avarin
inquired not sure how a dragon would sound. Would she sound like a total
stranger? Like his sister? Or perhaps she would take on the voices of people
in his sister's memories? It was always an intriguing concept.
And then there was the whole business with the odd look on his best friend's
face. Perhaps it was the wine and the fact he wasn't having enough of it.
"Anyway, I'll go to the surrounding cotholds and see if they have any
news... See if Varena ever recovers she has a place to go if she decides to
leave the weyr.."
(Tag Amalyn and Olethym)
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Shai
Sent: Wednesday, August 15, 2007 7:08 PM
To: Ista7
Subject: [Ista Weyr] Re: Meal Time Yet Again~Brotherly Advice, Sisterly
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"Oh?" Avarin's face had shifted from lost to almost stunned. He had always
heard his friend speak of how the dragons spoke to him occasionally; but
Avarin had never witnessed it nor had he experienced it himself. Even as the
brother of the rider of the Green. "And what does she sound like?" Avarin
inquired not sure how a dragon would sound. Would she sound like a total
stranger? Like his sister? Or perhaps she would take on the voices of people
in his sister's memories? It was always an intriguing concept.
Kitrianth rumbled with delight. She liked the extra attention that she was getting tonight. <<Harper brother, I never knew you were interested in my voice. I did not mean to leave you out>> Her voice was not the voice of a total stranger. Distinctly feminine and sweet like a harper's song, it was the way Amalyn had remembered her mother. Her fondest memory of Amma singing her to sleep when she she was frightened in the night as a young child. Making a connection with Ama's mind when she had Impressed, she had known that this would be soothing to her rider. She had been so young when Amma had died. She wasn't even sure that Amalyn herself was aware of it. The dragon wondered if the older brother would?
"Anyway, I'll go to the surrounding cotholds and see if they have any
news... See if Varena ever recovers she has a place to go if she decides to
leave the weyr.."
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<<Harper brother, I never knew you were interested in my voice. I did not mean to leave you out>>
“Hearing” the disembodied voice the color immediately drained from Avarin’s features, his palette immediately going dry as he attempted to digest the word’s so soft. Unlike Olethym the metal goblet he held clattered to the ground noisily at his feet. His mind too wrapped in his own thoughts to notice it. She sounded exactly like his mother had. His memory skewed with his own emotions as he attempted to recall anything beyond the lullabies she had sung so often as she put Amalyn to bed and even the vague memories of her sinking to himself even as she reminded her he was far too old. Feeling the corners of his eyes become damp. He didn’t hear nor react properly to the rest of the conversation.
“Thank you milady,” Avarin found himself hoarsely muttering to the evening air
as he resisted the urge to run back to his quarters immediately so he could
continue to reflect on this piece the green had presented him with. So often he
had attempted to recreate his mother’s songs for the children never able to
find the right chords that reflected her voice.
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Subject: [Ista Weyr] Re: Meal Time Yet Again~Brotherly Advice, Sisterly
Youth~
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He considered Avarin's mention of traveling to the various cotholds around the island. Perhaps he should send a healer with Avarin, or even go himself... He looked up at Amalyn when she asked about Varena's origins. "I don't know, she never told me," he said half-jokingly, "nor did her brother. I spoke with him earlier tonight - partly why I was late to dinner - but he did not have much to say. I'm sure if one were to ask, we could help him get in touch with family." He looked back at Avarin for confirmation, but he seemed too shocked by his encounter with his sister's Green. Had he really never spoken with a dragon? His sister was a rider after all...
Watching his friend with concern, he lay a hand on Avarin's shoulder. "Er, perhaps we should continue this discussion tomorrow. It seems we all have much to think about."
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Watching his friend with concern, he lay a hand on Avarin's shoulder. "Er, perhaps we should continue this discussion tomorrow. It seems we all have much to think about."
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Tawny
She stooped down to pick up the dropped wine goblet and
placed it on a table. Her mind raced with questions about it, but she
wouldn't ask Avarin tonight. His face looked pale as if he had spoken to a
ghost.
Watching his friend with concern, he lay a hand on Avarin's shoulder.
"Er, perhaps we should continue this discussion tomorrow. It seems
we all have much to think about."
“I uh,” Avarin paused as he had barely
become aware of the others about him once more. “Perhaps,” he murmured as his
gaze fell upon his sister. While he was sure the green had no other resemblance
to their mother than that, but he had a slightly better understanding now.
"I agree. Unless you want to help me scrub dragon hide..." she
offered them both a smile, "I think we should part company for the
evening."
To Avarin she hugged him lightly and kissed his cheek.
"I am sorry if Kitrianth upset you. She says she will not speak to
you again, if it bothers you."
“She didn’t,” he immediately interjected as he released her from the hug. He would have offered to help her scrub her green’s hide, but she looked as if she had as much thinking to do as he felt he had at the moment.
"Good night to you both."
“Night,” Avarin replied as his gaze turned to meet Olethym’s for a brief moment still regaining what remained of his composure. “I didn’t realize she sounded so much like well,” he shook his head as he came to a loss of words. “It’s different,” he finally said as he realized numbly the wine that remained in his cup remained at this feet. Kicking a bit of dirt at it he shook his head a feeling of embarrassment rising in him. He must have looked like a child at that moment, but he had a deeper appreciation for his friend.
“So you’ll join me?” He asked as he set his arms across his
chest in his own discomfort. Best to find out tonight before he went to bed,
though he doubted he’d sleep for at least the next candlemark or two.
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Subject: [Ista Weyr] Re: Meal Time Yet Again~Brotherly Advice, Sisterly
Youth~
He looked up at Amalyn when she asked about Varena's origins. "I don't know, she never told me," he said half-jokingly, "nor did her brother. I spoke with him earlier tonight - partly why I was late to dinner - but he did not have much to say. I'm sure if one were to ask, we could help him get in touch with family." He looked back at Avarin for confirmation, but he seemed too shocked by his encounter with his sister's Green.
Shai
hour than the opportunity to help out with and examine a dragon) and
nodded vaguely. "As much as I hate to leave a friend in need of a
little assistance, we all have our duties..." He stepped back from
Avarin as his sister moved to embrace him, and then waved to her as
she left. "Good night Amalyn."
He looked back at Avarin curiously. "Yes, she has a beautiful
voice." Was it something about the dragon's voice that had him so
dazed? She sounded a little like Amalyn... He followed Avarin's gaze
down to the dirty puddle at their feet as the Harper kicked at it.
"Don't worry about the wine. We can get you another glass, if you
want..." He continued to watch him carefully, still unsure whether he
was truly upset about something, and if so, what.
"Join you on your excursion?" A slow smile crept across the healer's
face. Well, mustn't disappoint the man. "I suppose I will have to
schedule my day around it. If I were to send anyone else I doubt I
could trust them to keep you out of trouble. How about that wine?"
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Tawny
Well, mustn't disappoint the man. "I suppose I will have to schedule my day
around it. If I were to send anyone else I doubt I could trust them to keep
you out of trouble. How about that wine?"
"I think I'm good for the night," Avarin admitted as he lifted his head to
regard Olethym briefly. "I promise I won't try to take the holder's
prettiest daughter again," Avarin teased as he allowed his gaze to sweep the
area briefly, "They didn't take too kindly to it the last time she tried to
come home with me. Hopefully, her unattractive sister has been married off
as well."
He swallowed at that thought, the Holder had been too keen to part ways with
her on the other hand and the girl seemed more set on the idea than both of
them. His mother had always scorned him for being vain with the women that
interested him, but like most men it was something he just couldn't help.
And his thoughts trailed back to her again. He might as well just get it off
his chest now or he wouldn't be able to look his friend in the face for a 7
day.
"Don't tell Amalyn, but Kitrianth sounds like our mother. She was too little
to really remember her." Avarin said wanting to get as quickly covered his
discomfort by stretching. He didn't want to sound like a momma's boy even
though his friend knew him all too well.
"Anyway he added casually as to escape the rest of the conversation. I'm
thinking bed is in order,"
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Shai
might save herself for you, if her father let her. The sister now...
she seemed like the type that might actually force your head out of
the clouds. Which is a greater shame I wonder, that you should miss
out, or that someone could ground you..." he mused.
His grin faded and was replaced by a concerned frown at Avarin's
admission. "Really? I'm sorry, I had no idea..." He probably would
have said more if the Harper was not so keen on ending their
conversation. He was not so interested in teasing his friend as
finding out more about this revelation. A dragon with the voice of
one's deceased parent? How was that possible, if the rider did not
remember them? Was it something the dragon drew from the rider's
subconscious, or was it something else? He was naturally curious; how
could one not live among dragons for twenty turns and more, and not
be?
But he relented. They would have plenty of time to discuss this
during their trip. "Then that is where you must go, my friend.
Morning will come all too soon. And with it, a new day brings new
adventures and problems."
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Tawny
to bed now while he still felt able to sleep or he would be up the
rest of the night dwelling over the scribbles that covered his table.
He still had several songs that he had spent many a night trying to
finish, trying to find the missing piece that would complete the
twiddle and turn it into a valid work. Now that he had that missing
piece he had to go to bed or he wouldn't be able to carry on with his
duties in the morning. A frustration to say the least.
"Agreed," Avarin said patting Olethym on the shoulder, "I'll see if a
rider could escort us, if not we'll go back runner back which might be
a nice change." He knew it had probably been a while since the healer
had been on a runner let alone near one. "Meet you in the bowl after
breakfast." Avarin said as he waved goodnight to his friend. He would
try to write just a few bars before he settled down for the night.