You enter the Living Caverns
Siannen looks up as she hears familiar
footfalls. "T-t-tyyyyy? I f-feel allllll fun-n-ny." She
shivers as she says this, her shudders becoming more pronounced.
Pyrene looks helplessly up at T'lendel.
"Siannen's caught a chill, I think. Can you get persuade her
to take a hot bath? And then we should really get her into the
infirmary..." She casts an anxious glance at Jude, since he
seems to have half an idea of what to do.
Lazy smile turns quickly to a frown, bronzerider's stride
quickening to a lope as he hurries to get closer, "What
happened to give her a chill?" Green eyes go to Siannen,
gently asking, "Don't tell me you were playing outside by
yourself?"
Siannen holds out her arms to Ty, he /always/ knows what to do.
"N...n...no. N-n-nanny and I were ex-exercizing."
*ACHOO* Now not only is she shivering, waffling between being to
hot and too cold, she's sneezing.
Pyrene cringes slightly but faces the bronzerider determinedly.
"WE're supposed to exercise the brats outside for a
candlemark. The storm came up while we were doing this and we
went in early. But I didn't realise that Siannen's coat doesn't
have winter lining--it /should/ do, I'll put it in tomorrow
myself... but... I'm sorry." She looks helplessly and
apologetically at the bronze rider, while staying close to
Siannen, and making sure that the child doesn't throw off the
blanket.
T'lendel looks quickly back to Pyrene, clearly worried, and nods,
expressions retreating within as he straightens to announce,
"A bath it is then. Shall we just douse her in the baths?
And you..." He looks to Jude, as Pyrene seems to trust him,
"Could you grab a healer?" Meanwhile, he stoops over to
lift Siannen into his arms, holding the girl close.
Jude shrugs. "I'm new to High Reaches, I
wouldn't know who to turn to."
Pyrene straightens as Siannen is lifted, "I'll send one of
my lizards for a healer. The infirmary is used to being summoned
for various brat mishaps by now."
T'lendel starts to point it out to Jude, then nods to Pyrene
instead, "Good. Now...blankets. We'll need lots of warm
blankets for when she gets out of the water. And some klah. Maybe
even a touch of...nah." He shakes his head and starts
striding towards the baths, not pausing to see if they follow his
pseudo-commands.
Gathaz walks swiftly and shyly in from the
central bowl.
Jude gets up from his chair. "My name is Jude by the
way."
Deeper, darker, narrower... passages kink and twist into the
Inner Caverns of the Weyr.
Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.
If nowhere else in the Reaches, the baths
always promise to be warm...
Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.
Pyrene is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the
caverns.
Jude is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the
caverns.
Convulsive shudders still wrack her form, but Siannen's arms go
'round Ty's neck, and she presses her head against his shoulder
and neck. Through all that, her skin presses against his, quickly
making a hot spot on his neck. The poor kid's burning up, but
still shivering.
T'lendel frowns, worry very definitely crossing his face as he
gently sets her down and lays his fingers on the girl's forehead
a moment. Odd... "I hope you don't mind public bathing,
dear." Not that she's much of a choice. With those words, he
begins to remove her clothing, fingers fumbling briefly then
deftly undoing necessary buttons, straps, and whatnot.
Poldhu bounces in from ::between::!
Gathaz is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the
caverns.
Siannen shakes her head, as Ty's words still cutting through the
fog in her brain. She tries to help, but mostly just gets in the
way, before collapsing completely.
Jude notices the woman come in. "Oh, you decided to come.
I'm Jude. The little girl is very sick. Maybe you can help?"
Pyrene glances up as Poldhu appears, soon followed by a healer.
"She's over here, says she's hot and then cold..." she
calls to the woman. Gathaz and Jude get nervous smiles. What a
way to meet people.
Gathaz walks in slowly hearing thw man named Jude's voice as the
mist hits her skin. She looks up, a child? Sick? Concerned lines
crese in her smooth skinas she walks over to the group.
Siannen falls asleep.
Siannen has disconnected.
Pyrene hastily pulls off her clothes and slips into the water
herself. "Siannen? Is she alright, Ty? Want to pass her to
me?" She looks worriedly at the healer who's already
checking over the girl.
T'lendel takes in a quick, ragged breath and tugs the last
article of clothing off. He then picks Siannen up once more and
then slips her into the hot bath, taking care to keep her head
out of the water as he hands her to Pyrene. He then turns to his
own clothes, which he sheds quickly, without humility. Bronzerider, clad only in a light gray pair of
undertrous, soon follows both into the water.
Pyrene is used to holding children in the water, even if this one
is unconscious. She looks back up at Gathaz and Jude, "Could
you get some dry towels from the cupboard for when she comes
out?" The healer follows them into the bath where she
continues to check Siannen over.
Jude falls asleep.
Jude has disconnected.
Gathaz nods quicklt and moves swiftly and very quick in no way to
waste a second as she returns behing a mountain of towle goinga a
bit overboard, but one can't have too many towles, right?
T'lendel gives the healer room, now, seeing he's done all he
knows to do. Frown remains on handsome face, though, as he
watches the healer run her fingers over the girls forehead, down
to her neck, pausing to feel for a pulse. The healer nods to
herself, apparently satisfied, then moves two fingers to the
girl's wrist, rubbing them along in lightest massage to warm
blood back into flow.
Pyrene continues to hold Sian's head above the water, watching
the healer's face anxiously. She spares a grin for Gathaz though.
"And some for us as well? Thanks..." Siannen seems to
be less blue now, due to bothe the warm water and the healer's
ministrations.
Saendi is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the
caverns.
T'lendel also spares a glance out of the baths, squinting at
Gathaz. Could it possibly be the first time he noticed other
people? Nah. "Are those hot?" But of course, they must
be, sitting in this steam.
Gathaz nods alowly not really having any excuse to say anything
so she just nods. Yup, just a nodding.
The healer finishes with Siannen, who's looking more healthy and
decidely less blue and white now. "Let's get her out,"
she says briskly, climbing out herself. "T'lendel, you get
out and lift her, Gathaz you hold the towels." Isnt' it
amazing how the healers always know everybody's name?
Saendi sneaks in, together with the faint scent of cookies and
bubblies and other such goodies. Slowly, carefully, she examines
each and every single person. Er... nannyalert! With hardly a
sound, large toes carry little Endi as far away as possible from
the crowd. For now, at least... just so she can wash off the
sticky stuff. And then, "Siannen?" She hops over
happily. Hey, a frie- oh, no! "What happened to
Siannen?" She asks loudly, pointing with one sticky finger.
Gathaz looks a little surprised from the healer knowing her anme
and is already holding the mountain of towels. So if anyone can
see her nodding that's very good,.
T'lendel quickly climbs out, crouching down and leaning forward
to the water, arms extended to take the girl. No thought for the
view from behind, he glances back at the words, then quickly
returns his attention to Pyrene and Siannen. Leave it to Gathaz
to explain.
Pyrene raises Siannen to T'lendel's arms, throwing an anxious
glance towards Saendi. "She's alright, Endi--she just went
outside in too thin a coat and caught a chill. She'll have to
spend a few nights in the infirmary..." She looks
despairingly at the healer, in need of reassurance herself.
Gathaz hears the expalinatoin ans her info sinks into her brain
her confusion cloud clears up and she shifts the weight of the
towels. No one woulda thought that a bunch of towels could strat
weighing.
Saendi looks at Siannen and pouts. "Is Siannen going to be
alright reeeally?" Oh, she trusts nannies, yes, she does.
Specially Pyrene. "Are you sure?" She looks pointedly
at Gathaz. Must have reassurance.
T'lendel stands, carrying Siannen over to the towels and quickly
stands her up as much as possible, swathing her in as many as he
thinks he can. The healer quickly steps in, taking off a few of
T'lendel's thick towels to rub Siannen's limbs and then wrap the
towels once more around her body, with a bit more finesse. She
glances over her shoulder at the other young girl to nod,
"She'll be just fine, once we get her nice and toasty, and
settled into a bed." To Pyrene, she adds, "It's just a
question of watching for a change in her fever, now."
Pyrene pulls herself out of the water, gratefully taking a towel
from Gathaz, "Thanks... I'm Pyrene by the way..." She
beckons to Endi gently. "Don't worry, you heard the healer,
she'll be fine." The healer nods affirmatively, "We'd
best get her to the infirmary now of course."
Saendi nods vigorously, although she hasn't any clue how she
would possibly do that. Yup, yup, yup. Do just that, everyone.
Saendi here will just kind of...supervise. Yeah, that's it.
"Oh, good, oh, good!" She smiles at Pyrene and reaches
out to encircle the nanny's neck with her arms.
Gathaz smiles very faintly, "I'm gathaz. Well met." she
says in her soft voice as just about half of the towels are taken
from her adn she sets the rest down alooking arouns, wondering
what to do next.
Saendi falls asleep.
Saendi has disconnected.
Pyrene nudges Gathaz and motions to Ty. "Might want to offer
one of them to him. He'll forget otherwise, bronze riders are
like that..." Sad state of affairs isn't it?
Gathaz blushes mildly, picks up a towle , "Hey!" she
calls out top him and tosses the towle at him with a good aim.
Cairhoth> Xeranth drops in from above, landing with a light
*thud*.
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, D'gar curls up in his lifemates
paws and drifts to off sleep.
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, Scaflowne looks around then at
Marta, "Hmm...well we are here...."she says softly.
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, Marta smiles, looking around.
"Yes..." she says softly.
T'lendel lets go of Siannen with one hand to snag the towel,
smiling his thanks at Gathaz. Were it not such a situation, he
would be amused; really. Tucking the towel around his waist,
bronzerider picks the girl up again -- this time with a bit more
difficulty, as she is thickened by towels. The healer watches,
impartially, looking almost entertained. Yet her main focus is on
the girl, whose pulse she again checks.
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, D'gar nods smiling at the
girls, "Easy...need help unbuckling yourself?"he asks
looking at Marta then at Sca.
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, Marta smiles toward D'gar.
"I think I can manage," she says, untying the straps.
Pyrene frowns, torn between checking on the rest of the brats and
staying with Siannen. Since Ty is there, she finally decides that
she should make sure none of the others have been out in the
wrong clothing. "I must go... Goodnight, and sorry... I hope
she'll be well..." An anxious look and she slips out.
Pyrene goes home.
T'lendel nods quickly at Pyrene as she leaves, then follows the
healer out of the baths, glancing over his shoulder to lightly
address Gathaz, "Coming?"
Cairhoth> From Xeranth's neck, Scaflowne nods unstrapping
herself, "me too..."she says sliding down the dragon's
flank.
Cairhoth> D'gar grins down at the girls, "I told you it
would be easy...nothing to it really."
Cairhoth> Scaflowne nods, "too bad we didn't have time
for flying around....some other time I suppose"
Cairhoth> Marta shivers in the cold. "It's certainly
colder here than Ista is," she says, wrapping her arms
around herself. She looks at Sca, smiling. "I hope we can
fly around sometime," she says, glancing up at D'gar.
Gathaz nods slightly, not knowing where, but not really caring.
She puts the rest of the towels back quickly and joins em on
their journey.
You exit the steamy baths to enter the coolness of the Inner
Caverns.
Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.
Gathaz escapes the clinging steam of the baths.
Cairhoth> Scaflowne nods looking around, "Well you know
where to go?"she asks looking at Marta, 'gotta get out of
this cold for sure.."
Glowlight bright reveals Healers' workplace as you enter the Infirmary.
Siannen is carried in by T'lendel.
Gathaz ducks in from the inner caverns.
Cairhoth> Scaflowne nods glancing up at D'gar she smiles
slightly, "Well I guess I'll see you later rider..."she
says winking and blowing him a kiss as she turns to go, "off
we go then"
Cairhoth> Marta turns and waves to D'gar. "Thank you
again," she says, smiling. "Let's go, Sca...before I
can turn back."
Cairhoth> Marta walks to the Caverns.
Cairhoth> D'gar nods then blinks in surprise at Sca then nods.
Cairhoth> Scaflowne walks to the Caverns.
The healer now directs bronzerider to drop the girl on a cot, and
he does so, stepping back once more for the healer to take
charge. She pats his hand soothingly, nearly a caress, then
gently removes the towels from Siannen's body, slipping a nearby
tunic and such onto the girl instead. Next, she tucks linens
tightly around the girl; next comes a blanket, then strategically
placed hotstones, and finally, more blankets. Straightening at
last, the healer smiles at T'lendel and Gathaz, "Thank you
both, but you can go now. I can assure you she'll be well taken
care of." To Ty, she softly adds, "And I'll send for
you immediately when she wakens, if you like."
Gathaz looks very reluctant to leave the sleeping child as she
watched her carefully as sif Sian wouldwake up at any moment.
T'lendel looks about ready to negate the healer's biddings, but
at her last words he nods, tucking Siannen's hair back one last
time before turning towards the door. "I guess we had better
trust the healers on this, Gathaz? That was your name, wasn't
it?" He pauses, looking decidedly lonely, though he clearly
is trying to be light-hearted, "Care to get a mug of klah
with me?"
Gathaz nods slowly to Ty, not sure if she would be the best of
company as she looks around for the first time not having been in
this rooms before.
T'lendel pauses a moment to wait for Gathaz to inspect the place,
having himself gotten to know it all too well during candidacy.
And, ick, *that* jar is still resting on the shelf. Eyes skimming
the room quickly and then settling back on Siannen, he waits for
Gathaz to head out. Ladies first.
Wafts of sweet-mint follow you out of the infirmary.
Gathaz slips out from the infirmary, followed by herbal aromas.
Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High Reaches Hearth...
Marta and Scaflowne are here.
Gathaz arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
T'lendel enters with Gathaz, still clad only in a towel, so it
appears. He makes straight for the pot of klah warming by the
hearth, snagging two mugs on his way. The others in the cavern
are hardly, if at all, noticed.
Aife comes down from the workrooms above.
Marta smiles at Sca. "That's him now," she whispers,
gesturing toward T'lendel. "I don't know what to say!"
she whispers frantically, her nervousness suddenly returning.
Scaflowne stops talking as someone else enters the room arching
an eyebrow.
Only a wide, sleepy yawn announces Aife's presence as she pads
into the cavern, tangled copper curls dangling haphazardly in her
face.
"H'lo..."
Scaflowne bites her lip thoughtfully looking at the rider
consideringly then glancing at Marta, "Well he obviously
hasn't noticed you yet...want me to go up to him? or do you want
to go directly..."
Marta sighs. "I should go," she whispers. She takes a
few steps toward T'lendel and clears her throat. "Ty?"
she says nervously. She manages to smile nervously, very
nervously. She fidgets with her bag as she waits for some
response.
T'lendel glances back mid-pour, "Oh, hello..." Blink.
Blink. "Marta?" Suddenly, the mug in his hands slips,
and it's all bronzerider can do to keep his grip on it. He turns
back around to carefully place the mug on a table, then slowly
turns again to Marta, leaning back slightly against the table and
wearing an unreadable expression. Except for his eyes, which are
clearly troubled, worried, confused.
Scaflowne remains quiet not wanting to intrude she backs off a
bit frowning slightly as she thinks considering the situation.
Marta notices the expression in Ty's eyes and almost winces.
"Yes, it's me, Ty," she says quietly. "I need to
talk with you. I needed to talk with you turns ago," she
says as she steps closer to him. She tries to read his
expression, hoping that she hasn't made a mistake by coming. Her
hands clasp the strap of her bag, so tightly that her knuckles
are white.
Aife stops halfway to the klah pot to turn and watch T'lendel.
"You all right?" she asks, just in case she may be
called upon to do something, and otherwise she'll watch and see
how things unfold.
Scaflowne glances in Aife's direction shaking her head slightly,
though mostly to herself sighing.
Gathaz stands feet away from the two just standing there watching
with curiousity fillinf her eyes light a faint cloud.
T'lendel shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, at Aife's
question. "Yes..." he breathes slowly in, then out,
"It has been a long time." Too long. Eyes more sad than
upset, he offers a slight smile, "I missed you, you
know." Another pause, and he asks what he must, "Have
you seen Aedan lately?" His hands continue to grip the table
behind him, fingers loosening as he pauses, awaiting an answer.
Marta frowns slightly at the mention of Aedan. "No, I
haven't seen Aedan for almost as long as I haven't seen
you," she says quietly. "Which isn't a bad thing. I
missed you, too, Ty. I have thought a lot about what happened
lately, and I regret everything...everything." She tries to
smile but finds it difficult, both because of her nervousness and
her regret. She manages a slight smile, finally noticing exactly
what Ty is (or isn't) wearing. She clears her throat as she tries
to supress a chuckle.
Aife is very, very quiet. This, whatever it is, is interesting.
Scaflowne moves around the room doing her best to be
inconspicious as she pours herself some klah taking a seat in a
corner.
T'lendel tenses, and nothing could hide the tightening of muscles
all along his torso. Again, there's that slight shake of his
head, and he looks confused yet again. But he's already asked
Why, and she's hardly likely to have a better answer now. He
sighs, forcing himself to relax, and at last seems to remember
his current state of dress, or rather, undress. He straightens,
stiffly inviting, "I was just going to grab some klah and
get dressed -- we had a bit of a problem earlier, and I ..."
He trails off, this time shaking his head very obviously.
"No matter. If you've no objections to dragon flight, and
will wait a moment, we can continue this discussion in my
weyr?" He pauses, "You did know that I'm a rider now,
since you tracked me down?"
T'lendel * would love to play this out in front of you all ;) but
needs sleep. (for once, I have to get up early)
Gathaz loksk around carefully and slips out the door, not liking
to be at reunions.
Gathaz goes home.
Marta smiles, seeming a bit less nervous. "I have no
objections to a dragon flight," she says. Her grip on the
strap of her bag eases, and her hand drops down. "Yes, I
found out that you're a rider," she says. "Word gets
around, you know...especially when you're listening for it."
T'lendel looks a bit surprised, unguarded even, before he nods,
"If you'll excuse me then." He's got to get his clothes
before some skinny weyrbrat steals 'em. Without a pause,
bronzerider turns toward the deeper caverns, back still held
rather more rigid than usual.
Deeper, darker, narrower... passages kink and twist into the
Weyr.
If nowhere else in the Reaches, the baths always promise to be
warm...
You exit the steamy baths to enter the coolness of the Inner
Caverns.
Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High
Reaches
Hearth...
Aife looks around at everybody. This can wait. She's tired now,
and there's a bronzerider of her own for her to curl up with when
she gets back to her bed. But just wait...it'll all come to her
eventually. It alwasy does.
Aife goes home.
T'lendel returns before too long, clothes buttoned hastily enough
that he seems to have mis-aligned them. For the first time, the
bronzerider seems to notice Scaflowne, and he stops before Marta
to softly ask, "Was she with you?" He hadn't counted on
making this a 3-person chat, though far be it for him to be rude,
either.
Marta nods. "Yes, this is Scaflowne. She came with me for
support. To keep me from turning back." She smiles at Ty and
sighs. "You have no idea how nervous I was about coming
here, Ty."
Scaflowne smiles slightly as she realizes she's being noticed and
chuckling softly shakes her head at the rider, "I'm only
here in case we had to hold you down rider...no need to worry
about me" she grins bowing slightly as she stands up and
winks.
T'lendel grins at Scaflowne, lifting one brow slightly,
"Then you've already found where guests can stay? Or else
you have a rider waiting?" Must be sure the lady's safe.
Scaflowne shrugs, "No worries...I can take care of
myself...as always..and I'm sure I can remember my way around
this place although it's been a long time since I last
came...thank you for your concern"she smiles at Marta,
"Now off with you two...you got things to discuss...I'm not
enduring this cold for nothing...so off you go"she says
shooing off the two not caring that one is a dragon rider.
Marta smiles toward Sca. "Thank you again, Sca," she
says quietly.
T'lendel nods at Scaflowne, then tilts his head to look at Marta,
studying her face before replying, "I can see why you would
be nervous. All those turns, without one seeing you.." He
trails off, shaking his head, and abruptly murmurs, "Shall
we go then? And you haven't even met Cairhoth!" There's a
touch of wonder in his voice.
Scaflowne winks at Marta smiling as she sits back down to sip her
klah, watching the two as they walk off a thoughtful expression
on her face.
Marta smiles. "Yes, let's go!" she says, seeming
excited. She pauses to look at Ty for a moment, noticing the
small changes that have made him look older than the last time
she saw him.
T'lendel nods again and starts to walk out, eyes on Marta all the
while. He doesn't quite dare take her elbow, but he does stand
comfortably close. Though who even knows what comfort is, with a
shock like this.
Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons'
wrath.
Marta is led in by T'lendel.
T'lendel at last does look to make contact, but only to help in
mounting Cairhoth, his very own bronzen lifemate, and dearest
friend. Cairhoth holds himself proudly, early hints of rukbat
gleaming off his hide. Yet the dragon's air is curiously
detached, for once. A quick sniff, and the dragon stands still.
Marta, with Ty's help, pulls herself up onto Cairhoth, in awe at
the dragon's size.
After Marta has had plenty of time to view his healthy hide and
be impressed with his size and bearing, Cairhoth brings forward
one massive, butterscotched paw. Marta uses hands and feet, along
with the aid of deep blue loops of his straps (and of one amused
bronze dragon) to scramble up to the appropriate space between
sun-touched neckridges.
Cairhoth gives you proper time to be impressed with his
well-oiled hide and then shifts a large, amber-dipped paw to be
of assistance. You step forward and grasp blue-dyed loops on
straps to clamber to the top. There, you settle into the
appropriate space between fire-streaked neckridges. One thing's
for sure: there's plenty of room, and quite a view!
T'lendel swiftly checks both of their straps, and then Cairhoth
is off, spurred upwards by a mental urging. Elegant wings unfurl
and flap, causing more torrents of air to whirl around as he
sweeps strongly upwards through the snow still falling.
You take off.
You soar in for a landing on Cairhoth's ledge.
T'lendel drops lightly down, pausing briefly for Marta to do
likewise
and then beckoning for her to follow him deeper into the weyr.
You go to T'lendel's weyr.
Cairhoth> T'lendel strides easily to the weyr.
Cairhoth> Marta walks to the weyr.
Marta walks in from Cairhoth's Ledge.
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