A New Day (Tags Open)
Amalyn
room of her weyr. She took the jaw length light auburn hair and pulled
it up in its acustomed short spikey runner tail. Already some of her
bangs had escaped and fell against her forehead and into her deep set
brown eyes, despite still being slightly damp from her and Kitrianth's
early morning swim. She sighed at what she saw. Just herself. No
raving beauty and far from stylish. Her dress for today was a pair of
old faded cut offs made from worn out wherhide pants and a sleeveless
tunic. The only other adornment were her golden stud earrings, her arm
bracelet and her belt knife that she always wore. What would her
mother think of the woman she had turned out to be? Amma the wife of a
steward must have certainly been more lady like than her. What was the
point of dwelling on it?
She was an early riser and prefered to start each morning out with
some form of exercise, whether it be to swim in the Istan Sea with
Kitrianth like she had this morning, or running along the beach while
Kitrianth sunned her jewel-toned light green hide back at the weyr. It
left her invigorated and she felt more clear headed and more motivated
to start her day.
Now her stomach reminded her that she had barely been able to eat last
night, her gut tied in knots just knowing what it was that the
Weyrleader had intended to say about the cause of the green dragon's
death. Ama made her way from her weyr into the hall and headed to
breakfast. Starving like a freshly hatched dragonette.
She had just sat down and started to drink her red fruit juice, not
wanting any klah. She did not need any caffiene. It would only make
her jittery and she'd probably have a headache by midmorning. She
preferred light healthy food, it was probably what contributed to her
long lankiness. Today she settled for porridge. It filled her up and
she wouldn't have to think of food again till mid-day. Her mind turned
to what she wanted to accomplish today.
>>I think you should question the weyrling master,<< Kitrianth told her. She was with the other dragons soaking in the early morning rays into her hide.
>>Yes, if anyone would have noticed any strange symptoms in the green dragon, he would have. It is as good a place as any to start.<< The journeyman dragon healer answered her own green. Ama knew from experience, that the weyrling master probably watched the newly impressed green rider closely. Female green riders definetely a minority here at Ista and treated as such. The Weyrleader's announcement that the plauge had caused her death gave her an excuse to question him. She could simply state that she was looking for any of the onset symptoms of the disease. She was sure that he wouldn't be of the same mind as Olethym and herself were, if that dragon had the plauge...it would have spread through the whole weyr by now. There would be many sick dragons to isolate from the healthy ones. However, any clue he may be able to give would be one more piece to the puzzle of what really happened.
tag to anyone that may have an idea, opinion, or just want to talk to
a dragonhealer :)
Tawny
towel and moved toward the ovens to remove the last tray. She had finished
enough baking to last until later on this afternoon when she would make
final preparations for dinner. Setting the last baking sheet to the empty
counter space Faelon took a heavy breath as she inhaled deeply.
The smell of fresh meat rolls had filled the cavern and she was quickly
becoming aware that she hadn't taken the time to eat breakfast. Looking
toward the morning supervisor Faelon called out to her. "I'm gonna go eat
Harina," Faelon said as she moved toward the stack of plates in the corner
of kitchen. She immediate began to fill it before heading out to the dining
room. There were a few riders speckling the tables but most seemed to
interested in their own meals to take notice of her as she searched for a
place to sit. Finally she came to rest at the same table as Amalyn, the
rider's face betraying her own deep concentration.
Taking a seat Faelon smiled quietly at the girl and began to pick at the
meal before her.
(Tag Amalyn)
Amalyn
searched and brought to the weyr. Amalyn had been lucky herself,
Kitrianth choosing her the first and only time she had stood on the
sands. How sad life would be without her green. Being a dragon rider
wasn't the only important part of the weyr, she was sure that Ista
hadn't eaten as well before Faelon had come. People did manage to live
without having impressed. What would the two of them have in common to
talk about? Simply ignoring her now that she noticed her prescence
would be rude, and there was no reason to be rude.
Finally she sighed, picking a neutral enough topic. "It is a pretty
day, I hope the weather lasts for the gather. You have any plans for
Gather Day?" To be honest, it was a beautiful day for flying and she
longed to be adragonback. But where to fly? You could only explore the
Island of Ista so many times before becoming completely bored with the
notion. As far as the gather, most females would be excited and happy
to try on new fashions. Personally, Amalyn was looking forward to the
wine, and runner racing. They didn't always have it, but she looked
forward to it nonetheless. Perhaps some new harper music? She hadn't
heard anything new from her brother in awhile. Something fresh would
be welcome.
Tawny Harris
Gather Day?"~
Looking up suddenly Faelon grinned shyly at the Green Rider's comment, she wasn't too use to riders talking to her beyond asking for something to eat. "No plans really, not sure if I want to go or not, some of the girls are hoping to meet a nice holder boy and run off," Faelon said her eyes rolling a bit as she bit into one of the rolls. She had thought about attempting to do that herself, yet she would be stuck on the island permanently at that point as she doubted she could encourage her besotted to leave his childhood home. She really didn't want to dwell on it any further and immediately took a second bite her thoughts becoming fixated on her baking. Everytime she ate one she couldn't quite figure out what was missing from it, even though most people said that it was excellent. Perhaps she was being overly critical.
"Are you or your brother going?" Faelon inquired trying to resist the blush that wanted to rise in her cheeks. Amalyn's brother was the fixation of many girls in the Lower Cavern, perhaps more herself lately as she thought about her life before becoming a candidate. Before when she had hopes of becoming a harper.
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Shai
before when he was about halfway across the infirmary's main hall and
wandering toward its indoor entrance. He glanced around without
surprise; perhaps he was too muzzy to care. Perhaps it was because
the infirmary was so familiar to him, like a second home. He vaguely
remembered waking at his desk folded over his notes then stretching
out the stiff muscles in his back and neck. This happened far too
often for surprise to have leaned upon him on this or any other day.
Now... where was he going? A bath. That sounded like a good idea.
Sleepily, he ran his fingers through his tousled hair and rubbed at a
red mark on the side of his face, first exiting the infirmary then
drifting down the hall toward his room. The healers had their own
bathing area and he could have gone straight there but for the fresh
clothing which he did not have.
'I should keep a set of clothes out for mornings like this,' he
thought with a yawn, stumbling through his door.
After his bath, he felt refreshed and was tempted to get back to his
notes. He would have skipped breakfast for that, but there was the
matter of a trip he had promised to Avarin. There would be no getting
out of it, so he would just have to suffer through the meal. He
mentally ran through an inventory of what he would need for the trip
as he made his way toward the dining hall, his hair still damp and
slapping gently against his face as if in profound boredom.
He grabbed a bowl of thick porridge sprinkled with nuts and dried
fruit, dropped a couple meat rolls on its surface (they did not even
attempt to sink), and carried a cup of klah in his other hand as he
looked around for an empty table. Somewhere Avarin would likely see
him. Finding instead the Harper's sister Amalyn, he wandered over.
By no means did he want to interrupt, neither did he want to alienate
Amalyn. So he sat down a short distance down the table from the two
ladies seated there and nodded to them with a smile. Examining one of
the meatrolls for porridge, he bit into it and covertly glanced around
for Avarin.
Tawny
With that omission the flush circumvented Faelon's cheeks and
encompased her whole face. She had never been one for dancing, but the
harper alone in a slow dance. Every girl's dream come true with the
exception of Aivee, but Faelon still had never had the girl ever admit
a guy was attractive.
~"Anyway, any chance to let Kitrianth stretch her wings, I am
interested in. Besides, getting away from the weyr for awhile sounds
like a wonderful idea." ~
"I'd love to get away," Faelon found herself saying dreamily as she
played with the food upon her plate. She hadn't realized she had set
it out loud until her gaze met Amalyn's. Hopefully the woman
understood she meant for the gather...Not she was truly wishing to get
away forever. If she had asked the green rider would she take her
home? However, even Faelon knew that Amalyn was as much Nerys's
favorite as she was. Nerys.. her clothes. Immediately Faelon stiffened
up as her flush was completely consumed in fear. She had been so
exhausted this morning she hadn't delivered the Weyrwoman's clothing
to her weyr.
"Amalyn, does does Kitrianth know if Issashanth is awake?" Faelon
asked quickly attempting to maintain her composure which was hard, if
she didn't get her clothing back to her before she noticed the old
woman would find a way to come down on her head. Pushing her plate
away from her she was too nervous to realize the healer had covertly
joined them. "I forgot to return her laundry to her weyr, she's going
to kill me, or worse she'll lock me up with that green rider of hers,"
Tears stung her eyes at that thought. Would the Weyrwoman actually
follow through with idle threats the girl was never sure, but
sometimes..
(Tags Amalyn, and Olethym indirectly)
Amalyn
> "I'd love to get away," Faelon found herself saying dreamily as she
> played with the food upon her plate. She hadn't realized she had set
> it out loud until her gaze met Amalyn's.
She studied Faelon and nodded. "I do so wish I could get away myself
sometimes. Ista can be an oppressive place to be at times can't it?"
Amalyn made no move to explain what she meant. She was tired of
Isolation, and yearned for freedom. Although Ista was beautiful, what
was the good of a dragon if you only heard of places like the Harper
Hall or the Healer Hall, or the other weyrs full of dragons? Just
hearing wasn't enough. Were they more excepting of female green riders
than Neyrs?
> "Amalyn, does does Kitrianth know if Issashanth is awake?" Faelon
> asked quickly attempting to maintain her composure which was hard, if
> she didn't get her clothing back to her before she noticed the old
> woman would find a way to come down on her head. Pushing her plate
> away from her she was too nervous to realize the healer had covertly
> joined them. "I forgot to return her laundry to her weyr, she's going
> to kill me, or worse she'll lock me up with that green rider of hers,"
> Tears stung her eyes at that thought. Would the Weyrwoman actually
> follow through with idle threats the girl was never sure, but
> sometimes..
She was brought from her thoughts instantly. She felt slightly ashamed
for thinking that she had it bad, when clearly Faelon had it worse.
The thought of being locked up with Wy'vern made Amalyn's skin crawl.
<<Kitri?>>
>>Tell the girl that SHE is still perched on her weyrledge and does not appear to be awake. I do not intend to bother her to find out.<<
<<Please don't bother her, Kitrianth.>> Amalyn answered. She liked it
when she went through the day escaping the Weyrwoman's notice.
"You may have time if you hurry," Amalyn answered honestly. That is
when she noticed Olethym at the table. "You could tell her you were
late because you didn't feel well and went to see Olethym." Oh dear,
the last thing Faelon needed for Neyrs to be worried about the
plauge.
She hastily added. "Lie to her and tell her it was your moon cycle and
you needed felis for cramps." She didn't even blush at saying it in
front of the dragon healer. The trials of being a female were
universal, even old Neyrs had to have had to deal with it.
ooc: all i could think of...LOL
Shai
less oblivious to the conversation going on nearby. Unfortunately, as
with the night before, his mind wandered from work to the encounters
in the hallway. Such a bizarre turn of events; and with all that was
going on around him, he had never told Avarin or Amalyn about it. How
could he, with distractions like the Weyrleaders' announcement, then
Kiritanth's surprisingly conversational mood.
Probably the most surprising revelation the healer had come to was
that two of Nerys' favorite lackeys were in fact human. Ve'jas was
chillingly astute, and Olethym was beginning to get some insight into
W'vryn's anger issues. The Brownrider could do anything in life, and
yet this - spying on people from the shadows - is what he chose to
do. He could have been a deadly weapon for the Harper Hall. Come to
think of it, did he not play..? Perhaps he really was a Harper in
disguise. And if not, could he be persuaded...not just for the Harper
Hall, but others as well?
What had he seen last night? Was there something Olethym had missed?
Did this happen to W'vryn every time his dragon rose? For a brief
moment, his eyes slid over to Amalyn, who was talking with the pastry
chef. He honestly had no idea how... inebriated... a rider might become
as a result of their dragon's raging hormones. Poking at his
porridge, he wondered at how helpless one must feel at those times.
Would it be inappropriate for him to ask Amalyn sometime, when he had
grown to think of her as like a sister?
'Hormones. If they weren't essential to the functionality of the
body, I'd forswear them,' he thought darkly. With a faint frown, he
realized he had spoken those same words earlier this morning. They
were in fact the first thing he had thought upon waking from a
peculiar dream:
'"Do you sketch?" Val'en was asking. But it was not the bereaved
Brownrider looking at his drawings, it was W'vryn.
'"Yes. Plants, dragons, humans..." he was saying, while thinking, I
could sell these if I wanted, and make a killing... especially if I
drew you. Blackmail. Revenge can be sweet...
'Then as if reading his thoughts, "Would you draw me... naked?" There
was a flurry of green dragon wings and suddenly he stood naked and
advanced on him, finally pinning his shoulders to the wall.'
That was a suggestion he had recoiled from, actually forcing himself
slowly back into the waking world. Luckily (luckily, right?), he had
missed his own answer and most of what came afterward, but dreams have
a tendency of showing more than the dreamer cares to see. Lingering
flashes before his eyes like a flipping sketchbook brought him fully
awake and feeling disturbed, sleepless, and unhappy that it was
morning and that he was still at his desk.
Olethym rubbed his head slowly, only to feel that half-healed bruise
on the side of his head. He winced slightly and started to finish off
his porridge. At this rate, he would be done before Avarin arrived.
He wanted to hide in his notes somewhere and forget about all of
this. Unfortunately being alone was probably a bad idea. Their trip
today would clear his head and he would be able to focus on more
important things. Like his patients, of which W'vryn was not.
But he had been before, had he not? He seemed to remember a black eye
with that face, which was the way he usually recognized patients: an
injury or ailment, with the face attached to it, like a picture or
stamp on a file for further identification. He had come in during or
soon after a meal. Was there someone with him, with bruised
knuckles? They were claiming a fight had broken out in the dining
hall, yet the swelling to their wounds was so bad it had to have been
from much earlier. The day or night before? Had there been a mating
flight at that time? He could not be certain of specifics. Either he
had not cared about the circumstances at the time, or he had been in a
hurry to get the swelling down, or perhaps the infirmary itself was
busy...
If it had been a mating flight... was W'vryn so helpless (or hopeless)
that he went from person to person? Most Greenriders seemed to wear
that label. Again he felt a stab of pity and guilt for wanting to try
to manipulate him earlier. But it could be done, just like Ve'jas,
somehow...
He just hated to pity someone he utterly despised. He despised
bullies. W'vryn was a violent, angry, pathetic, lonely person.
Perhaps the Gather would be a good idea after all. He could meet a
nice girl and sweep her off her slippered feet on the dance floor.
Later, they could pine like flitter-headed children and life would
have a nice rosy hue to it.
And watch-whers fly in Ista's midday sunshine.
Where was Avarin? Finished with his breakfast, he chewed on the spoon
for a moment, set it down and sipped at the now cool enough cup of
klah. He looked around once more between swallows and thought he
heard his name spoken. It was Amalyn, but they were in close
discussion about something. The name must have been mentioned only in
passing. He watched them for a moment before returning to his klah.
( tag! )
Tawny Harris
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Shai
"Up with ye, ya lazy brat!" and a smart kick to her backside. How
anyone as old and crotchety as that old codger could reach their boot
that far off the ground to meet with her backside through the cot's
thin canvas was beyond the girl's comprehension. Especially that
early in the morning. Clenching her fist around the sweet stick she
had left under her pillow the night before reminded her of what was to
come. Wordlessly, she swung her legs over the edge of the cot and
slid into her untied boots. Clomping around for a moment before
finding a pair of work pants, she slowly and carefully maneuvered each
foot first out of a boot then through a leg, and back into the boot.
Then tying her boots, she looked around for a shirt, slipping that on
over her night shift, finally pulling the gauzy slip up over her
head. It was a morning ritual and thankfully came almost
automatically as she tried valiantly to wake up.
"Wash your face and hands! You're filthy!" This came later as an...
over-exuberant... boy came by with a bucket. Faelon would save her
today, she reminded herself as she dripped in the hallway, fists again
clenched against her anger. When she was given her room assignments,
the determined set of her jaw was all that kept her from mouthing off
to one of the Headwoman's assistants. She did not want another slap
across the face. She wanted a new dress. It was one of the few
things she looked forward to in life right now.
Room after room was scrubbed, each floor cleaned with practiced
diligence and speed, until she reached the great laundry room. It was
huge; it had to be to service the entire weyr's supply of clothing.
She stopped short however when she saw a familiar pile, that of the
Weyrwoman. With a gasp of both surprise and pain as she straightened
her cramping back and knees, she glanced about. There was no one
around that would get her in trouble if she stopped for a few notches
of the candle to do some laundry...
And the use of different muscles was a nice reprieve, if it could be
called such. Making a face, Aivee dragged the laundry basket over to
a bucket of water with some clothing-grade soapsand sitting nearby.
If it weren't for Faelon, she'd have kicked the basket with her
oversized boot and laughed at the old wherry hen's misfortune.
( tag Faelon! )
On Aug 31, 12:13 pm, "Tawny Harris" <analluringmyst...@gmail.com>
wrote:
> Even as Amalyn attempted to reassure her she would still be safe, Faelon
> found herself bowing as she quickly retreated from her meal and her
> conversation. "I'll be right back," she tossed over her shoulder as she
> quickly retreated from the dining cavern and toward the laundry facility her
> stomach twisting in knots. Nerys was going to kill her and it was going to
> be a very very slow death if she didn't get the Weyrwoman's clothing to her
> quickly.
>
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Shai
"Harper," The word was issued sounded as if it had left a tunnel
snake's mouth, Avarin's eyes drifted open briefly and then closed
again. Just another few minutes of sleep and he would get up, he
hadn't slept so well the night before, and whoever was in his
quarters
could wait for their rude intrusion. "Harper wake up this instant or
I will lose you between,"
At that Avarin's eyes opened wide his back stiffening. The Weyrwoman
sounded as if she was standing directly behind him at that instant,
and it hadn't been a dream. His eyes continued to stare ahead toward
the wall as he attempted to guess the time. It couldn't be too late
as
Olethym hadn't come looking for him yet, so the woman was here on
other matters than their normal business. Lifting his head slowly,
Avarin found a piece of parchment stuck firmly to his face. Wincing a
bit he forcefully pulled the paper away his head finally turning to
regard the old woman that stood blocking the doorway to his office/
living quarters. A sudden feeling of repulsion rose in him as he
watched her. Just what did she want at this time of day. Couldn't she
wait until after dinner?
"I'm glad to see you're not dead yet, " The old woman's tone remained
so cold Avarin's throat constricted slightly. He had done something
that she seriously did not approve of and she was going to take this
moment in time to burn his hide with it. Remaining in his seat Avarin
sat back in his chair and rubbed his face trying to ignore her stare.
"How may I help you this fine morning Weyrwoman?" Avarin said replied
ignoring the woman's comment as his gaze settled on anything to
distract him from her. Nothing gave the old woman more satisifaction
that knowing she was still able to instil fear in others, and he
didn't want to give her that satisfaction as of yet.
"I hear you are good at letters. Possibly giving the hold notice of
our arrival.." Her voice had gone darker as the harper pretended to
ignore her presence. She was here, she wanted his attention now, and
yet he continued to toy with her toy with her waning patience. "I
never gave permission for a message to leave the weyr... How dare you
send anything without my approval," the hiss had returned to her
voice
as Avarin finally took a moment to steal a look at her stone face.
"My fair Weyrwoman," Avarin began as he slowly rose from his chair
stretching to his proper height in hopes that the woman may actually
think twice about doing anything to him. He was by no means short and
scrawny. "I would never dream of sending anything without your
expressed permission, my job is to serve the weyr and yourself the
Master Harper would never approve of such a transgression against
you."
"Don't you dare lie to my face with those sweet words!" Nerys hissed
dangerously her eyes flashing in the dim light. "I may not have any
proof, but I will pin this on you, and I'll find a way to make you
and
your sister pay if you disobey me again, you hear me? She is my rider
and don't you forget it."
"I never did Weyrwoman, I wish to serve you in the ways my contract
has dictated and only to these stipulations,"
"Shut up!" Nerys growled as she retreated from the room leaving the
Harper with a confused look to his face. Staring after the
Weyrwoman's
hasty retreat Avarin attempted to shrug the intrusion off. At least
she hadn't propositioned herself to him right? Moving to shut the
door
to his quarters he had to resist stretching out on his cot. His back
and neck ached horrendously and now his head was matching it. He best
get to breakfast and get out of the weyr and the Weyrwoman's direct
wrath. At least her riders were occupied at this time, which is why
he
wasn't sporting a black eye.
Gazing down at his clothing Avarin immediately moved to his press
hauling a shirt in harper blue out. Best to wear Hall colors as a
reminder of his position. Changing quickly Avarin immediately
retreated down the corridor and toward the dining cavern his head
constantly turning to make sure nothing or no one was following him.
Just in case Nerys had persuaded someone to fill the place of her pet
riders. He was almost relieved as he entered the dining cavern to
find
no one had followed him and the Weyrwoman wasn't at her table waiting
for him. Scanning the room Avarin looked for his usualy table mates
seeing one of the kitchen girls skitter from their table. Had Faelon
joined his sister this morning or was she eyeing the healer? Though
he
seemed a little disinterested. Taking seat halfway between his sister
and Olethym, he sighed inwardly. While the Weyrwoman hadn't caused
complete panic in him she sure had chased his appetite off.
"Morning,"
(Tag Amalyn and Olethym) ))
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?"
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skidded around the last corner toward the laundry facility. Why had she been
so stupid to forget this one duty out of any, the one that would make her
life a nightmare for the next turn. Gasping as she came to a halt Faelon
moved into the room her gaze immediately fixing on where the pile had been
and then about the room wildly as it settled upon Aivee's dark hair, Nerys's
fine tunic between her finger tips. "Oh Aivee," Faelon croaked her eyes
welling with tears mixed with relief and remorse. "Thank you," she murmured
moving to assist the girl in finishing up the last of the Weyrwoman's
clothing.
"I can't believe I forgot. Thank you," her chest still heaved as her fingers
passed over the fine materials. Normally jealousy would have risen, but she
couldn't think of anything beyond laying them out in the Weyrywoman's weyr
before she missed them. The woman was particularly eccentric about her
clothing. Trying to find something to fill the void finally remembering her
promise as her fingers passed over a seam she had previously repaired. "The
headwoman gave me permission to use that fabric," She grinned a bit hoping
that would add something to Aivee's day especially after what she had done
for her.
(tag)
Tawny
Shai
dizziness and fear, the girl spun around, almost knocking over the
bucket she was working from. When she realized it was Faelon in the
doorway instead of someone else, she sighed and smiled faintly. In
reply she grumbled, blushing lightly, "Well... I don't like her... but
I do like you, so I decided not to do something mean to her laundry."
Saying that she liked anyone was difficult simply because she hated
and distrusted most people, but this was Faelon. Most people were
mean to her too. She scooted aside to give her friend room to work.
Then, envisioning what she could have been 'cleaning' the Weyrwoman's
clothing with instead of soapsand and water made her snicker under her
breath.
She looked up at Faelon in shock as she spoke of the fabric. She had
been hoping all morning for the good news, but to actually get
permission was different. "I, um..." She flushed darkly with joy and
could not think of anything to say. "If there's anything I can do to
help..." she said finally, looking back at the other with a grateful
smile. "Thank you."
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Twnyz Time
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."
Amalyn watched Olethym go and then turned back to her brother. He tried to look impassive, but she knew her brother was keeping part of the conversation with the Weyrwoman to himself. She knew better, he wouldn't tell her. So frustrating. She like her brother needed to get out of this sharded Weyr.
If it wasn't for the isolating rules, she get on Kitrianth's back and fly away. Why didn't she? She wasn't the only dragon healer in the weyr. They all knew that the green hadn't really died of the plauge. What would happen if she dared to break the restriction of flying away from Ista? What does Neyrs own me?
"I think I need some space," Amaylyn told her brother. "Kitrianth and I need to fly. Tell Olethym goodbye for me?"
She didn't wait for a response. She headed to the weyrbowl where Kitrianth was waiting for her.
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~"I think before we do anything more, you need some food in your belly. Doctor's orders," 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."~
Klah in their current state sounded like a rather good idea at
the moment, Avarin turned a thank you look up at this friend, “That
sounds like a good idea.” Part of anger could be stemming from an empty
stomach as he hadn’t touched much of his dinner the night before. Perhaps
part of it was due to him fighting with his sister as usually. He had
meant to continue to elaborate on the subject further with Amalyn began to rise
from the table Avarin’s attention fixed on her with a strange look. “Ama?”
~"I
think I need some space," Amaylyn told her brother. "Kitrianth and I
need to fly. Tell Olethym goodbye for me?"~
Avarin’s mouth hung partially open as his sister all but said she was
leaving the island. Even as a child he couldn’t recall her up and running
off over upsetting people. Nor could he recall her ever abandoning her duties
like this.. Not that he blamed her if he had a dragon that could take him away
at any point, he surely would of gone to the Northern Continent and never
returned. Staring after his sister still in disbelief Avarin didn’t move
until Olethym returned with a tray of drinks.
Little did the healer know that he had brought back an extra mug for no reason.
“She just took off, said thank you for the lovely conversation,”
Avarin found himself muttering as his head turned back toward the empty seat. “I
believe the Weyrwoman may have gotten to her somehow,”
(Taggems Oh Weyrhealer)
Shai
"Have I ever told you your sister is strange? But we're all upset," he said quietly. "I hope she's all right."
After a few more swallows of klah, Olethym pushed the plate of meatrolls over to Avarin, finding the conversation comment amusing, as earlier he had hardly said anything at all.
(And a tagaroo to you too, o weyr harper )
Tawny
“We started blaming her green for her newest odd behavior, but Nalian said she was odd before” Avarin teased as he began to immediately drain the first cup of klah. “Normally, they blamed her odd behaviors on me,”
Twisting
his lips a bit he stared at Olethym and then about the room cautiously to make
sure the old bat hadn’t snuck up on him all of a sudden. What he really
needed was to develop eyes in the back of his head so he could keep an eye out
for trouble like Nerys, or in case his sister returned with some ulterior
motive.
“You know it’s times like this where I wish I had a dragon, to see
if she was seriously leaving, or to see where the old bad has disappeared to. ”
Avarin said as he picked up a meat roll giving it an appraising look before biting
into without a second thought. He could tell by the seasoning that Faelon had
been behind the baking this morning as she seemed to be one of the few who knew
what seasoning was.
He just couldn’t get over the fact that she would actually ditch her
duties out of anger… Perhaps, he had finally truly rubbed off on her.
Best to get out of the weyr now before anything or anyone else could be blamed
upon him.
“We might want to take a few of these with us today just in case,”
Avarin said between bites. It had been a few days since he had had any of
Faelon’s meat rolls, perhaps due to him getting up late or arriving for
lunch meal well after it was half over and the majority of the lot had been
scavenged by the watch groups going out for the day. “I’ll
grab us a bit of supplies if you want to take a quick check on the infirmary
before we leave..”
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Shai
"Oh come, now. Aside from the occasional flight, we all know any bizarre behavior exhibited by your sister would be purely your fault," the healer grinned, taking a sip of his klah.
In response to Avarin's comment about dragons he nodded, though something else sparked curiosity. "Or a firelizard. They could physically follow your sister around. Or look for -her-." Olethym chuckled quietly. "Though why you'd want to, I wouldn't know..."
"Good idea; we'll be gone for quite a while. Perhaps I should pack some extra supplies from the infirmary too, while I'm there." He finished his cup of klah and looked at Avarin. "Is there anything from your office you want me to grab for you while I'm out that way?"
(tags Harpmaster x3 )"We started blaming her green for her newest odd behavior, but Nalian said she was odd before" Avarin teased as he began to immediately drain the first cup of klah. "Normally, they blamed her odd behaviors on me,"
Twisting his lips a bit he stared at Olethym and then about the room cautiously to make sure the old bat hadn't snuck up on him all of a sudden. What he really needed was to develop eyes in the back of his head so he could keep an eye out for trouble like Nerys, or in case his sister returned with some ulterior motive.
"You know it's times like this where I wish I had a dragon, to see if she was seriously leaving, or to see where the old bad has disappeared to. " Avarin said as he picked up a meat roll giving it an appraising look before biting into without a second thought. He could tell by the seasoning that Faelon had been behind the baking this morning as she seemed to be one of the few who knew what seasoning was.
He just couldn't get over the fact that she would actually ditch her duties out of anger... Perhaps, he had finally truly rubbed off on her. Best to get out of the weyr now before anything or anyone else could be blamed upon him.
Twnyz Time
Could she say she went out on Search? That didn't seem plausible, there wasn't a clutch on the sands. Maybe she could say she left to get herbs that didn't grow near the weyr for the healing of the plague? Would that work? It had been the Weyrleaders that would have given her the excuse. She didn't care right now.
Kitrianth had reached enough altitude to catch a thermal and she simply glided with her agile wings completely unfurled. The world was small down below them. All of her thoughts melted away. When she was in the sky with her dragon, she didn't care about anything but Kitrianth.
>>Where we are going?<< Kitrianth queried.
<<Anywhere your wings take you>> Amalyn replied. She knew that if Avarin could follow her up here he would. To keep her out of trouble, no doubt. She was surprised he hadn't gotten himself a firelizard to follow her.
>>Firelizards are dragons little cousins. I would send it away.<< Kitrianth answered.
<<How would you do that?>>
>>Threaten to eat it?<<
Ama laughed at her dragon's suggestion. Knowing her green, she would do it.
She couldn't go to the Hold where she grew up without Neyrs approval. She couldn't move up in rank without Nerys' approval. She couldn't go see the rest of Pern without Nerys' approval. As much as she disliked that, she knew that Avarin was just as bad.
What had the Weyrwoman done or said that had caused his over protective streak? He'd been this way since Kitrianth had hatched. Probably promised to make Avarin's life miserable if she did anything to annoy the woman. The fact that she impressed a green instead of a male had done that enough. To add to that, her decision to go into dragon healing and then being fairly good at it, must have really made her day.
>>Can we stop here?.<<
"Hum?" Ama asked, her mind still wandering.
>>I am hungry.<< Kitrianth informed her. Amalyn looked down. There was a wild flock of wherries roosting below them.
<<Then by all means you will have a meal.>>
Kitrianth dove down and deftly picked up a wherry in her long arms and before landing. Ama dismounted and found a shady spot and watched her dragon make short work of it.
OOC: Odd...rolls eyes...give me something to do!! Maim a dragon for me? Just kidding... :)
Tawny
~"Or a firelizard. They could physically follow your sister around. Or look for -her-."~
“That’s an interesting thought… If it weren’t for the
fact that I’ve never seen one with the exception of the pair of fire
lizards that Ve’jas and that Green Rider has,” Avarin said as he
rose from the table. They seemed like charming little creatures, when they were
behaved. However, he was never quite sure where either rider had received an
egg, especially Q’xia.
~"Good idea; we'll be gone for quite a while. Perhaps I should pack
some extra supplies from the infirmary too, while I'm there. Is there anything
from your office you want me to grab for you while I'm out that way?" ~
“Yah think I need my gitar in case we are forced to barter our way out of
a tricky place?” A random thought truly as he picked up an extra meat roll
shoving it in his mouth before gathering the platter. “I’ll me’t
y’ outside” Avarin said in a muffled tone still attempting to
finish off the remnants in his mouth as he gave the room an appraising stare one
last time in case Nerys had taken this as prime time to sneak up behind him.
What the woman would do behind him he wasn’t sure…. And the fact that he as even considering this possibility frightened him. “Ou’side” he repeated grabbing the empty mugs and moving off to the kitchen.
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