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Post by jennah on Jan 8, 2007 16:31:06 GMT -5
Jennah sat in front of the hearth and stared absently at the flickering flames. He was too exhausted to do anything but sit and blankly contemplate the fact that he was far too warm to be comfortable. The day had been a satisfying blur of activity. He couldn’t really remember the distinct events, just a blur of accidents and emergency. Everybody would make it through the night alive. The infirmary had slowed down to a few cots of gently breathing people, and a handful of healers minding the time and watching through the night. Jennah had realized that had time to eat, or even sit down since dawn, and had excused himself. Part of him had wanted to go to bed (it seemed like every inch of his body had been beaten and bruised to the point of inability to move) but he knew that he would spend the night staring at the ceiling.
He would get a cup of khal, maybe something to eat if he could stomach it, return back to the infirmary, maybe go to the record rooms. It didn’t really matter. Dawn would come in a few hours and with it a variety of new problems that needed his attention. He just wished that it would come sooner. Kovah was sitting in his lap, snoozing contentedly. He stroked her wing membranes fondly. Undoubtedly the creature would’ve been more comfortable on her perch, but her devotion was somewhat inspiring. He took a deep sit of his drink and felt his mind wander. He always felt a tinge of loneliness in everything he did, but tonight the isolation was different. /She/ was still gone, and he was still hallow, but that wasn’t the biggest thing inside of his head. It just seemed that at that moment the only living things in the entire Weyr were himself, and his sleepy green flit. If only he could sleep he would be a happy man.
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 8, 2007 17:06:43 GMT -5
The Junior Weyrwoman had been helping as much as she could after the hatching. The Dragonhealers were having her help them so she was not around to help Weyrhealer Jennah with the human patients. At the late hour it was she had finally moved out of the Weyrling Barracks where the dragonets were all peacefuly sleeping to come check on the Infirmiry.
Seeign that Jennah looked comfortable where he was, the quiet young woman stepped into the infirmiry without a word. She began to look over all the injured who were left. What a day it had been. The events were beggining to take a toll on her but with Sharieth watching her own clutch, Rue doubted she would get much sleep. After Lord Holder Rakken had shown up she had grown more and more edgy. The man was planning something.
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Post by jennah on Jan 8, 2007 18:07:20 GMT -5
Kovah opened her multifaceted eyes so quickly Jennah had to wonder whether or no she had actually been asleep. She raised her head and made a plaintiff peep of curiosity. Had it not been for his firelizard Jennah probably wouldn’t have even noticed Ruet’s enterance. Ruet was definitely the quieter of the Weyr’s goldrider’s. Jennah of course had his own opinions about the leadership of the Weyr, but unless their decisions directly affected him he kept his opinions to himself. He also had his own opinions about Ruet’s medical skills. He kept those to himself as well. Everybody was utterly and completely exhausted, both in the emotional and physical sense. He wasn’t going to turn down help.
He stood slowly (Kovah tumbled off of his lap and had to scramble up his pants to avoid a very undignified landing) and walked over to were the goldrider was standing. He was almost compelled to state the obvious and say that it had been a rough day, but that would’ve been pointless. He instead said, “Checking up on me to make sure that I’m not I’m plotting to overthrow the Weyr?”
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 8, 2007 18:29:43 GMT -5
The Weyrhealer suprised her. She didn't think he was awake. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't intend to disturb..." She had come to check on the patients. Ruet had no qualms with how Jennah worked. In fact she respected him in a way that people should knowing his past. To live without ones dragon, in the Weyr. It must be daily torture.
"If you want the Weyr, I'll give it to you. It's more trouble than it looks." She grinned. It was indeed. Sharieth would never let her give up her position and though Rue was fine with responsibility she sometimes wished she could go home and just be her father's helper again.
"I am sorry I could not come and help. The dragonhealers were insistent... and I am training with them in my spare time." She had a talent but it was hard to do healing and be a Weyrwoman at the same time. Sleep almost seemed to be a luxury that she couldn't afford.
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Post by jennah on Jan 8, 2007 19:11:18 GMT -5
Jennah said nothing. He hadn’t been asleep and really hadn’t been disturbed. He’d rather be actively doing something than sitting and staring half-heartedly into space any moment of the day. Kovah had found her way to her favored perch in the infirmary and was watching Ruet very carefully. The green knew that at night the infirmary belonged to Jennah. Ruet was definitely in the not-Jennah group, and Kovah was prepared to alert her master the moment Ruet did anything remotely unorthodox (although she’d much rather be sleeping).
Jennah watched her with equal scrutiny before musing, “Who’s to say I’m asking for it? Beside, the Weyr isn’t yours to give away.”
He chose his words carefully, “We made do with the help we had. The dragonhealers were of more immediate use than my men. Most of the hatchlings were too sickly to do much damage. What’s your take on the situation?”
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 8, 2007 19:28:46 GMT -5
She smiled in her dreamy way. "If you ever need anythign here, you can come directly to me." Ruet was the Weyrwoman with the most healing knowledge and therefore she was generally in charge of making sure the healer's needs were met. "I only hope Sharieth's clutch hatches in good health. So far everything seems normal. With a Gold egg we can not be too careful."
What did she think of what had happened, " Well Zhariath had difficulty clutching, she had symptoms that went unnoticed till it was almost too late to save her. It is my opinion that the poisoning was part of the problem the other part was our own fault. Lyrai and I are so busy that we are not taking the right amount of time to be with our dragons." That was her opinion of course. Other people may not see the wisdom of having leisure time but Rue found it was needed every now and again.
"What do you think about it all?"
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Post by jennah on Jan 8, 2007 22:17:36 GMT -5
Jennah gave Ruet an impassive look. He knew that he was exhausted and that his judgment was if anything slightly impaired, but a combination of dreamy smiles and soft words made him contemplate for a moment if the goldrider was coming onto him. The concept of this was slightly frightening. He focused on the fact that Ruet was the goldrider most deeply involved with his craft. He passed her actions off as a combination of her normal personality (it seemed that everybody was treated to her delicate smile) and her interest in the craft. He turned his back to her and began absently organizing jars of various salves, “Indeed, although,” he spoke slowly, “A clutch consisting of nothing but greens, blues, and browns is more useful to the fighting ranks than a single breeding queen. “
He opened the jar and sniffed the contents curiously before mumbling something about how if he didn’t know any better he’d swear that somebody was stealing from his stores, “What do I think? We should be thankful Zhariath is still alive, and hope that she wasn’t left barren by the incident. The Weyrling Master is going to have his hands full, and I’d personally suggest a dragonhealer be set to work with the group. It’s far too early to tell anything conclusive about the futures of some of the weaker pairs. Best case scenario they’ll merely take longer than normal to reach maturity, worst case we’ll end up with a bunch of brown leeches, incapable of flight. We can transfer them to some backwoods hold, they’d smell better than a wher at any rate.”
Jennah thought for a moment about the second part of her statement. He was unsure how to even begin to think about it (you didn’t kill Her dimglow. It wasn’t you’re fault. Yes it was!). He shook himself and said stiffly, “We’re all guilty of that I suppose. I’m not a politician. I can’t appreciate your work. The Weyr begins and ends for me in the Infirmary.”
His thoughts lingered briefly to the boy who had lost his bronze. He shook himself again, “I’m afraid I acted badly during the hatching. Lord Rakken will have something to say about that for sure.”
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 9, 2007 8:30:39 GMT -5
"There is quite a healthy number of greens, blues and browns too I should think. I just have this overwhelming feeling that something is going to go wrong." Rue trusted her feelings more than she ought to. There was nothing wrong with Sharieth, she was in great color. This was her best clutch to date and with thread coming that was a good sign. Why then did she have to feel so paranoid? She didn't. Ruet needed to put her mind at rest.
She was saddened by it all. Those were the same thoughts people had about Sharieth. She would either die or mature later. Hers was not their fate. Even if Ruet wanted to pretend that everything would be fine she knew differently. There was a realistic side to her, even if she kept it hidden. The Weyr seemed so dark after the hatching. Spirits were darkened and few people dared to hope as Rue did that the Weyrlings would still serve some purpose when and if they reached maturity.
"I would expect watching that Hatching was hard on everyone. Besides Rakken has no good will toward the Weyr. Lyrai and I invited him on purpose... we wanted him to see a hatching. Sad that it had to be this Hatching. Now he will attack again. That we can all count on. "
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Post by jennah on Jan 9, 2007 17:10:08 GMT -5
Jennah said nothing to the goldrider. She was acting like any sort of overly concerned mother would. There was no use in talking to her about it. She probably knew that her worries were completely misplaced. Jennah knew that he was paranoid. He didn’t need to be feeing into the psychosis of his peers. Kovah jumped down from the rafters to Jennah’ shoulder, and continued to watch Ruet carefully with Jennah’s back was turned, “You’re just superimposing today’s clutch on your queen’s clutch. I’d advise you to put your mind to more pressing problems.”
Jennah preferred to take a practical look on the issues that the hatching presented to him. With threadfall so near the Weyr needed as many fighting dragons as possible. A sickly clutch was bad news, but it wasn’t devastating. At least not unless you were a neurotic goldrider who thought that the health of their bonded’s clutch reflected their worth as a person. It was obvious that Ruet completely missed the fact that today’s hatching had a similar effect on the rest of the Weyr has every hatching had on him. Part of him wanted to tell her this, but he decided against it. He didn’t want to appear completely helpless. He said slowly, “Hatchings are quiet the spectacle. If you really wanted to demonstrate the worth of the Weyr you should invite him be tied outside during threadfall. I doubt witnessing a shoddy hatching will have done anything to influence his politics. At least another attack will give me something to do.”
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 9, 2007 22:44:58 GMT -5
Ruet knew better than to ask him for advice. He was a bitter sort of person who seemed to delight in the tragedy of others. If she didn't admire his skill with healing she probably wouldn't like him at all. Of course, Ruet had never found anyone she truly disliked. There were times when certain people angered her but it was always a passing thing.
"Aye. We invited him before we knew there was a problem." That was that. You can't invite a Lord Holder and then uninvite him. She listened to him as only a sweet person could, without a moments anger in her. "If he weren't such a hateful person, I could understand better where he was coming from. What can we do against that?" Hate was something that was near madness. Why should anyone despise one thing so much as to call it hate.
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Post by jennah on Jan 11, 2007 15:01:01 GMT -5
Jennah laughed hollowly. He was beginning to like the situation less and less. While he had not exactly been perfectly content before hand, he was at least comfortable and sharing the room with something intelligent (Kovah and himself of course). Now the goldrider was invading his space and acting like her normal self-righteous self. He knew that it would’ve been physically impossible for Deleriath to be a gold, but he was glad that she wasn’t. When analyzing the situation he realized that he had yet to meet a goldrider that he actually could relate to on an intellectual level. Something about being attached at the head to a flying eggsack altered one’s perception of the world.
Jennah said flatly, “I would have no qualms uninviting somebody of similar rank to myself if they proved themselves to be a nuisance. In my opinion we’re too soft on the holders. True enough I’m Weyrborn and thus a bit biased, but think the Lord Holder would benefit with a reminder to who holds the allegiance of a few hundred large fire-breathing carnivores.”
He didn’t elaborate to exactly how the Weyr would remind the Hold of its position, but his words dripped heavy with suggestion, “I would call myself a hateful man, but unlike he, I’ve accepted my life. He’s determined to thrash out against the world that he believes has wronged him. You shouldn’t be indirect with people like him. He’ll control you if you don’t control him.”
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 11, 2007 22:36:57 GMT -5
She wouldn't argue with the healer right now. There was no fight left in her this night. She wanted nothing more than to check on Sharieth and go to her weyr. Responsibilites such as hers were something this man would never understand. The fact that she was raised at a Hold as a Crafter's daughter meant nothing in this scenario. She did not want to be soft on Rakken but they had no proof that he was behind the attacks. Until they could solidly identify him as the culprit there was no point in trying to intimidate him.
When Jennah had finished she nodded and murmered something inaudible, though not intentionally. She was falling asleep standing up. If K'leren were there he could walk her back to her weyr. She had been working far too hard today. Exhaustion was upon her.
"Your points are well noted. I wouldn't mind discussing this further but I must be getting back to my weyr, or else fall asleep standing." Rue said, almost happy that she needed sleep for once. Usually she could go without it.Not after a busy day like this though.
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Post by jennah on Jan 12, 2007 20:42:59 GMT -5
Jennah smirked through his teeth. Faranth knew that he more than anybody else would’ve loved a full night’s sleep without haunting keens and piercing silences, but the knowledge that other people hadn’t adapted to his brutally masochistic sleeping habits pleased him. He was, even before Deleriath died, a very suspicious person. He never trusted the Lord Holder, while he wasn’t necessarily eager to jump upon the train and blame him for the poisoning, but he thought that it was very important to keep the holds in their proper place.
He acknowledged her half-asleep musings, but didn’t bother trying to decipher them. He waved his hand somewhat dismissively, “Ah, don’t worry about it. My judgement on the matter is clouded. I’m sure part of me is trying to cause trouble.”
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