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 Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 8:50 am
B'ron and Hath
Earlier . . .
B'ron was walking across the Weyrbowl when he saw it. It happened to be a small green firelizard, laying in a shadowy space behind a nicely sized rock. The brownrider would have walked by her, oblivious, but a pitiful cry arrested his attention. Looking to his left, he had noticed the rock. It was in an out of the way place, one not often frequented by Weyr traffic. He had been about to continue on his way when another cry came to him, filled with distress. It was undeniably a plea.
Carefully, B'ron walked toward the rock and the green creature laying in it's shadow. It was then exactly that he saw her, and his hazel eyes clouded over with pity. The firelizard was laying on her stomach, forelegs sprawled in front of her and her back legs splayed behind. Her tail laid limp on the ground. A pool of some substance, perhaps filmy vomit or phlegm, lay in front of her. As he watched her tiny body began to heave with coughs, a strange sound coming from a miniature dragon.
Hath had been asleep, and so B'ron did not ask his dragon for advice. He merely knelt down, picked up the tiny lizard as gently as he could, and changed his path from the dining halls to the infirmary. There was an illness going around, true, but B'ron's mind was not in a position to put two and two together. He carried the lizard close to his body, cradling her in his arms. She cried out in distress, and as her cry changed to another wracking cough he quickened his pace, filled with a sense of urgency.
When he arrived at the Infirmary there was no one there. Finding it odd, B'ron decided to make a place for the firelizard so she could rest in at least a little bit of comfort until someone arrived. Still holding her securely in one arm he grabbed some cloths and bandages with the other to fashion a makeshift next for the sick flitter. He arranged them on the cot for sick patients and, as gently as he knew how, he laid the little green on the bed he had made for her. She sneezed as he did so, spraying a fine mist of nasal fluid on his hands. Without thinking about it the brownrider wiped them on his trousers and walked out of the Infirmary. On his way he met a Healer hurrying back to the place he had just left and informed him that there was a firelizard needing attention.
B'ron did not mention that the firelizard was coughing and sneezing, and so the Healer did not warn B'ron or put him in quarantine. By the time the Healer realized what was wrong with the little lizard it was too late. B'ron was a nameless Weyrperson to the Healer, who sat in the infirmary frustrated, upset, and indescribably alarmed.
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Now, B'ron sat in the bar. It was dank and gloomy enough to match his mood at the moment. In front of him sat a small glass of strong spirits. The amber liquid sloshed a little as he took a sip, his eyes focused only on the wood before him as he placed his glass back down. Slowly the tip of his finger began to circle the rim of it as he brooded.
His encounter with the green lizard had been early in the day and now it was well into the night. Hath had woken up in time to read the thoughts in B'ron's mind about the firelizard, and had been badgering him all day. The brown was still at it.
Hath, for the last time, if that lizard has this plague or illness or whatever is going around the Healer will be sure to find me. For now, I'd like some peace. Please?
Hath's voice quieted down, but B'ron could feel the dragon's unrest. Perhaps, he thought, he should get checked out. See what the chances were of catching this mess. Yes, if it would make Hath happy, he would go tomorrow morning and talk to the Healer. For now, he intended to relax -- to throw off this sudden depression that had taken hold a few hours ago. There was just something wrong with seeing a firelizard in such a state. It reminded him too much of . . Ghinath. Of Hath. Of any dragon, regardless of color. A firelizard was a small dragon, and though he had never been bonded with one he still had affection for the little critters. He wondered about the green. No, he fretted about the green. He wanted to go check on her and see if she was doing any better, but the fear of seeing her worse held him back.
With the announcement of a strange illness the day before the Weyr had been entirely too stiff. He hadn't seen many people around. It seemed as if everyone in the Weyr was cowering in their cots or weyrs, too afraid to come out. B'ron took a sip of his drink, his face screwing up as he did. Strong stuff, that. He wondered about Ixiara. Onie had informed him, via Yokaith, via Hath, that the weyrlings were in quarantine. How was Ixiara? How was Ghinath? He thought of having Hath bespeak Ghinath but it was late, and he knew how little sleep Ixiara had been getting. Tomorrow .. Tomorrow after he was checked out at the Infirmary he would look in on Ixiara. A few seconds couldn't hurt, and this way, he was the only one punished.
Reminder: B'ron is infected, though not showing symptoms yet. If your play a character will him you will have to roll for that character unless you have already.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 4:10 pm
Ralia and Amenth Ralia wisped down the hall making sure not to be seen by anyone. Amenth was warning her of anyone who might stop her but so far they'd only had one close encounter. Everyone else was hiding away. If Amenth was a different dragon she would have told Ralia to stay in her weyr where she had been told to stay, but the gold was enjoying it as much as Ralia. It was all very sneaky and the pair had been constantly supervised since the plague had been announced. Ralia felt a shiver down her spine as she thought the word. Plague. Such a small word yet it struck terror into everyone when they heard it. She wondered where the plague had come from, she'd heard whispers through Remmeck and Amenth that some though that the Weyrwoman had caught it and everyone who'd seen her had started spreading it. Ralia paused briefly when she realised she had no idea where she was going, she had been so eager to get out of her weyr she'd not actually thought about it. When someone noticed she was gone they would surely go looking for her. Ralia left slightly resentful, she was consistently being told that Amenth was of the utmost importance and that was why she couldn't leave her weyr. Other riders left, why couldn't she? Weren't all dragons equal? If they were deemed that they could go out without their dragons not getting sick then she would too. She knew, in some far back recess of her mind, that she was purely going out because they'd said she couldn't. She needed to go somewhere they wouldn't think for her to go. Which was problematic because Ralia pretty much went everywhere. You don't go to the bar often. Amenth voiced cheerfully from the weyr. Ralia thanked Amenth graciously before whisking down the hall toward the bar. It was true, she rarely, if ever, went into the bar. Why would she? Ralia didn't have a strong stomach and it took very little alcohol before she was throwing up and crawling back to her weyr to curl up under her furs. The moment she entered she realised another reason she didn't come here. It was depressing. Was it always this depressing or was it just the illness causing this? She looked around hoping for somewhere to hide. She spotted a table with a familiar face sitting at it. Crossing the room quickly she stopped by B'ron's table. "Hey there, B'ron right? Hath's?." She said brightly, she thought that her bright attitude was slightly out of place. Ignoring the fact that she wasn't the brightest ray of sunshine normally, but she was so happy to be out of her weyr she couldn't help but smile. "Do you mind?" She asked pointing at the chair opposite.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 4:39 pm
At the end of the bar a figure sat, hand in chin, staring at the wall behind the bar with singular intensity. His left hand idly swirled a glass of liquid, though the color wasn't identifiable in the gloom of his corner. Aside from the motion of his wrist he might have been made of stone. It slowed gradually untill both his hand and his glass were as still as the rest of him. M'leck was contemplating how best to go about the clutch of lizard eggs hardening in his weyr. He had promised several weyrling that they would have a chance at the eggs, and M'leck was a man of his word. He opened his eyes slowly and tilted his head down to stare at his glass. Diantha had hardly left the weyr, anxious as she was to stand as protector for his children. Perhaps it would be safe to send her between to the barracks. One short trip would not hurt the hatchlings, especially if they were about ready to hatch from their shells... Perhaps he could coordinate his lizards into carrying an egg between them to the barracks as they were hatching. Diantha could carry a note around her neck explaining it. Maybe that would be safe enough. The older riders could gather in his weyr when it was time.
M'leck's eyes flicked automatically toward the door when a new person entered. He was thrown slightly off balance when he recognized Ralia; one of the queen riders. His eyebrows twitched together in a slight frown of disapproval before smoothing over. Well, she was out now and already exposed. No point in making a fuss over it. Besides, it was not his place to go around giving weyrwomen orders.
Not generally a wise thing to do, Jekheth agreed amiably. You might still say hello to her, though.
I don't think so. I will watch for a while. M'leck was not feeling particularly social at the moment, but he was curious as to why Ralia was here. She made her way over to the table occupied by a brownrider who would be attending the lizard hatching. M'leck blinked every now and then, but aside from the occasional sip from his glass he made no further movements.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 5:21 pm
B'ron and Hath
B'ron looked up, startled at Ralia's voice. He recognized her instantly, for B'ron never forgot a face.
"Ralia!" he said. "I believe we met at the lake, when Hath chose to be a silly lump." His voice was not as jovial as it usually was, but his smile was genuine as he rose. "Let me get that," he said, moving quickly around the small table to pull Ralia's chair out for her. "How is Amenth, and yourself?"
He sat back down as soon as Ralia was seated. He was tired. Bone tired. As soon as he pondered in his mind the fatigue he felt he Hath's worry washed over him.
Relax, you. It's just been a long day. I'm telling you, I'm fine. B'ron said to his dragon. You mustn't fret about me so. Tomorrow I'll go to the healer, just for you, and get checked out. Ralia is here. Shall I give your regards?
Naturally.
"Hath sends his regards," B'ron added. As of yet, he had not noticed M'leck.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 4:05 am
Ralia smiled at the rider's assesment of his dragon. She sat and thanked him before speaking about Amenth. "She's reaching... that time of hers and has become a bit of a flirt. With everyone telling me that both of us must stay in our weyr this doesn't help. She getting increasingly restless." The queenrider placed her fingers to her temple, she had completly forgotten to speak about herself and hadn't noticed.
It would do you well to speak about yourself once in a while. Amenth voiced sleepily from the weyr. Now that Ralia had found a place to hide away the original excitement was wearing off. Tell Hath's I hope they are well.
Ralia smiled at Amenth, she may be short on first meetings but she could be considerate when she felt like it. "Amenth too. She hopes you and Hath are well." Ralia also had not noticed M'leck, maybe if she had noticed the bronzerider she would have tried to hide a little better.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:06 am
"Tireeeed. I'm drinking something and then going to bed!" the tired bronzerider made his way slowly to the bar upon which he collapsed, letting out a tired and dramatic weeze. "I don't understand how he has all that energy! You were never that hyper my love!" He closed his eyes, pressing his right cheek against the cool bar, letting out a rather content sigh. It felt nice against his sweaty skin. Playing with Favian used more energy than anyone could imagine. At least the boy had found something else to do rather than torment his poor old father!
Though 26 was hardly old. F'ris just like to complain. It was his form of entertainment. He lifted his head only when a glass of wine had been placed in front of him which he quickly devoured. That said and done he felt much better, and let out a content sigh as he waited for another glass.
'You'll be ill if you drink too much!' Ikadith thought wryly. 'The last time you couldn't move for an entire day.'
'I had a good reason the last time,' F'ris contemplated. 'Or at least I think I did.'
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:21 pm
B'ron and Hath
"I see," B'ron said slowly. He thought for a moment, and then proceeded with his next question. "The riders .. they are respecting you, aren't they?" he asked quietly, not wanting to embarass Ralia. The brownrider had to ask. Though his heart was slowly falling into Ixiara's sweet hands B'ron had in him a chivalrous streak to rival any Terran knight of old. Ladies, to him, would always be precious flowers that needed his protection. Gladly B'ron would have gone to battle with any .. disrespectful rider who would tried to foist himself on Ralia -- or any female.
As F'ris walked in B'ron raised a hand casually in greeting. It was then, also that he noticed M'leck. After catching sight of M'leck the brownrider worked hard, creasing his brow, to summon Gar. Soon enough the dark blue firelizard appeared from between, his red eyes like bright gems in the dim bar.
"This is Gar," B'ron said. "He's a little wilder than most but I like him. You Impressed a flitter, too, right?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:33 pm
F'ris watched Bron and his dark firelizard with interest, and Ralia. Of course he watched Ralia. She was very pretty. Then again, all young women were pretty to him. It was the older ones that were rather ugly to him. Then again, he hardly knew her. She might have an ugly personality. All the same, she and B'ron go along well. If she could get along with someone then she was bound to be personable.
"Your firelizard is very . . . curious," he started suddenly. "Gar suits him very well I think. He'll be useful once he's older, I'm sure!" he smiled gently, remembering that Favian had his little gold flitter, though he was hardly happy about the name the boy had given her. . . Vianna. It seemed to precious a name to waste on such a little creature!
But Favian saw something in the little gold beast that F'ris didn't, and that was a bit aggrivating. At least Favian would have a better companion than his father. At least he would have the firelizard if anything should happen to F'ris.
He picked up his newly restored glass and started towards the table for a cautious examenation of the red-eyed lizard. He seemed wild, just like B'ron had said. F'ris knew better than to wander too close. "He's even more curious up close." F'ris frowned slightly. The little beast would probably hate him. Vianna hardly liked him. Then again, he hardly liked her name.
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