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Post by Rei on Aug 9, 2010 16:03:04 GMT -5
Drip, drop, drip. Erilena held her hand out just past the protection of the jungle foliage. Rain. Normally she loved it. But lately. It was the enemy. Her infirmary shift was done for the evening and like always the greenrider had made use of Kali’s cabinet by taking a few scrolls to read during the night. Sleep be damned. She never got much anyway. The woman had made her way back to the weyr to see Feyrianth and then thought to get dinner. But Erilena hadn’t been hungry and so a walk seemed a good remedy. Unfortunately it was now raining and with the colder weather…. Well staying out in it would be uncomfortable. Still. There was a draw there, one always there whenever it rained. Normally it was a happy feeling. Now the rain just made her sad. Like everyone else. The joy that had been present in it before was overshadowed. Overshadowed with past memories Erilena couldn’t forget and sometimes wondered if she would ever want to. She couldn’t imagine ever wanting to forget.
Closing her eyes she took one deep breath and stepped out into the drenching cold. Each droplet that stuck the greenrider was like a spear of ice. Cold, blood chilling really, and above all numbing. For a moment she debated before moving out further into the downpour. Towards the middle of the small area she strode and stopped before swinging round in a few half hearted steps. Immediately Erilena stopped. It was wrong, halfhearted, and looked terrible. Gone where the smooth motions that always claimed her. That inner fire that drove her pace by pace, emotion by emotion. All that was left was embers. Shadows of what had once been. Perhaps with time it would come back. But to try now would be a sad, sad mockery and the greenrider just couldn’t let that happen. Upturning her head towards the icy rain she let it soak her. Numb her like nothing else could. Dimly the woman realized how stupid she was being. For one she was likely to catch hypothermia…
For two you are still wearing that brace and Kali is going to be so angry that you let it get soaked. Only one more week and I am due to get it off. I doubt she’ll care overly much. You are turning blue. How do you know that? You can’t see me. No but I can feel it and if you keep trying to freeze yourself I will sit here and keen until someone gets so tired of hearing me they will go looking for the problem just to shut me up. That’s sweet of you darling really, but point taken. I’ll move. I would come get you but it is to dark for me to see. It’s okay. I know where I am. No worries. I’ll wait out the rain and come back okay? Alright. You know I do not like you being out there with no one. Especially in the evening. You know what happened last time. Yeah…well cats don’t like rain right? The mental conversation done Erilena set her numb feet along the well worn path and stumbled along in the direction of a distant lightly smoking outbuilding.
Stumbling into the forge she blinked against the darkness inside and fumbled with one of the shielded glows, opening it to shed some light. The greenrider dripped water onto the floor as she looked around the empty forge. Okay freezing, needed to get warm, first things first. Dropping her sopping bag onto the floor Erilena half ran to one of the hearths and started to coax the embers into something more formidable. There.
Pleased that the fire would be able to burn unattended for awhile, she made her way back over her bag shivering violently. Digging through it the greenrider pulled out the scrolls she had borrowed from Kalierre and examined them. It was a good thing the leather of her bag was thick otherwise they would have gotten wet and she would be dead. Clearing off the table, wasn’t like the owner of the sketches of whatever they where would be here this late anyway, Erilena spread out the first scroll and shivered. Might as well work while she waited to warm up and dry. Combat injuries dealing with wing sails. Okay. Good a place as any to start.
To bad her numb fingers and brain wouldn’t cooperate. Giving up Erilena pushed herself away from the table and moved a chair closer to the fire. Wringing out her hair she sat upon the stool and let her mind wander as she snapped little pieces off the dry tinder and tossed it into the inferno to amuse herself at how quickly it burned. So fleeting. Life was fleeting in general it seemed. Rubbing her arms to try and maybe inspire a bit of warmth back into them the greenrider ducked her head and tossed the last twig into the flames.
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Post by dragon on Aug 9, 2010 19:26:20 GMT -5
Frosstyth blinked, at the slight flicker of light he spied through the trees. The faintest of glows. And the very faint scent of smoke. Like most dragons, he couldn't see very well at twilight or dark, but one didn't have to, to be able to see firelight at night. Lifting his head, he stared at the spot for a moment, making sure of what he was seeing. Mine. There is a fire at the forge. He stated stiffly, somewhat alarmed.
The forge was a place that Frosstyth spent a lot of time hanging out, because C'oar spent a lot of time working there. As a result, he was pretty familiar with it. And it's not a forced fire either. It's a loose one. Meaning a fire that wasn't under bellows pressure to be hotter than natural. Meaning ... the place could very well be burning down, with that kind of idly flickering light.
At the first word about a fire at the forge, C'oar dropped what he was doing to walk out to the ledge, despite the drizzles of chilly water that reached the place. For a moment he stared out into the dark until he, too, saw the faint flickers. Not the steady glow of a metal melting fire. It wasn't a smith that was in there, that was for sure. "I know I put all the fires out before we left." He remarked, before turning and swiftly striding back into his weyr. Quickly he grabbed up a heavy shirt and threw it on, before following that with a leather jacket that would slick off rain easily. Tying his dark hair into a tail, he strode out of the room.
Just what the Weyr needed ... the forge to burn down in the middle of a freezing rain. The Weyr would not do well by losing its forge, even if most of the goods it used came from the holds. Breaking into a trot at the stairs, C'oar covered ground quickly. He knew the way well, even if most of the time he traveled to and from on Frosstyth. In very short order he arrived at the forge, where he slowed to a walk.
It didn't look on fire. The light was coming through a window, though, so it was definitely inside. Smoke poured from the chimney... a contained fire? Had he not put the fire out as thoroughly as he'd thought? With no further ado, he shoved the door open and stepped inside. Finding a woman there trying to dry out by what for all intents and purposes looked like a hearth fire in the forge was the last thing he'd expected to find. He hesitated a moment, and then shut the door behind him. What was she doing here though? Granted, it was raining out, but ... the forge?
In silence, he shucked his rain-soaked jacket, throwing it onto a table laden with heavy tools and bits of iron as he walked over toward her. A glance was spared for the unfamiliar scrolls sprawled on the nearby table, but his attention was mostly on the woman at the fire. He'd made no secret of his entrance, naturally not having been expecting anyone. But all the same he stopped several strides away, not wanting to startle her out of her wits. He certainly didn't know who she was. "Hello?"
She looked absolutely soaked and frozen. Where had she been coming from and going to that this was a good spot to stop? Whatever it was, he didn't blame her for it a bit. Tonight was a bad night to be out in the rain. Much less without a slicker of some kind.
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Post by Rei on Aug 9, 2010 20:55:12 GMT -5
The shutting of the door was like a trigger to her frazzled nerves. Without even really hearing the voice that hailed her Erilena leapt from he stool she had been sitting on, leaving it to clatter onto the floor as she grabbed the first thing she laid hands on that seemed even vaguely threatening. Which happened to be a poker for the fire. Spinning around she pointed it directly at C’oar eyes wide and breath coming in shallow short gasps. Trembling not only from the cold but some abstract notion of fear, born from too little sleep and too much stress, the greenrider barely kept the makeshift weapon steady. Hello? Was that what he had said? The large man’s previous movements and words filtered in slowly as if through a fog. Erilena blinked but kept her threatening stance.
“Hello yourself.” The greenrider replied in a rather horse tone, hazel eyes fixed with distrust on the other rider. Not a step forward nor a step backward was given, the woman simply standing her ground. What was he doing here? Surely the smiths didn’t work at night? Well she had been here with R’ven at night before but that was for a side project and the place had been empty when she had first entered. The fires banked. Not that that didn’t mean this ‘whoever he was’ hadn’t planned to come later but…it was all a bit much right now. Slowly Erilena lowered her weapon slightly but kept a tight grip on it just in case. Shivering again she raised her head to eye the larger man warily again. “What brings you here this late at night.” He had brought a jacket, she noted, so surely he couldn’t be caught out in the rain as she herself had been.
Dimly in the back of her mind she could feel Feyrianth’s presence the green becoming as nervous as she herself felt. The last thing the greenrider needed was her dragon braving the weather to find her for some stupid reason and so keeping a careful eye on C’oar she reassured the four winged green as best as she could. However Feyrianth’s nervousness was not totally due to the appearance of the brownrider and more to do with the haziness of her rider’s mind.
Erilenamine you need to clam down if you stab him you will be sad. Who said I was going to stab him? I just want him to stay away. The tone of her voice was near hysterical and the green shifted to pace her weyr nervously in response. He will keep his distance I promise. Now just let him answer your question okay? Okay... The obedient response she got quelled a little of the dragon’s fears. Hers was overtired, emotional and stressed. Not a good time for her to be interacting with young unknown males. As long as no one got hurt the green could live with the outcome.
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Post by dragon on Aug 9, 2010 21:27:18 GMT -5
C'oar didn't even bat an eye at the rather violent reaction he got. Too often that was the normal. It was why he had stopped where he had, where as other people might have gone right up and touched her shoulder. She seemed fairly weak on her feet, though, swaying slightly with a very unsteady grip on that poker she was aiming at his face. For a moment he considered taking the thing from her before she hurt herself, but ultimately decided against that.
"I saw the fire." He answered with a nod toward the furnace. It wasn't an unreasonable question in the least, either. So he had not a problem in answering. "I had thought I had shut everything down before I left, so I came back to check on things." All quite straight forward and nothing sinister.
Is everything alright? It is not on fire? Frosstyth asked.
Not at all. Just a young woman here warming herself. She appears to be soaked and half sick. C'oar answered his dragon, silently, still watching her and her poker. Half sick and wobbly or not, she was still being rather dangerous with that thing. Just like every other human being, his eyes were fragile and couldn't withstand being stabbed with something metal. That, and she was being dangerous to herself too. If she didn't just outright collapse on the floor.
To try and reassure her that he didn't mean her any harm at all, he backed off a full step. Which for someone as tall as he was, that was a considerable distance. He held up a hand in her direction, trying to ease her obviously frayed nerves. "You''re safe." C'oar assured her. "And do feel welcome to stay and dry out as long as you want." He could even leave, now that he knew the place wasn't in danger of burning flat. But then ... given her state, leaving her alone was probably not a good idea. Much less with a fire. While he was no healer, and had barest first aid training from weyrlinghood (which he'd actually flunked, passing only thanks to Saeo cooking his books), he rather thought she should probably see a healer.
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Post by Rei on Aug 10, 2010 20:51:11 GMT -5
C’oar’s words filtered in slowly and had to be thought on very carefully before Erilena managed a wary, “Alright.” Still even his nod had her raising the poker again. Just so he wouldn’t get any bright ideas. Blinking the greenrider gave another shiver and slowly took another step back, her light hazel eyes flicking from the brownrider’s face and then back to the scrolls still spread over the table. There was something here that she was forgetting. Oh yeah studying. That was it. Too bad her head hurt to bad and right now there was this very large looming man here. Nope the greenrider rather thought it was a better idea to keep standing her ground. Her weapon was getting heavy though and with a look of warning shot in C’oar’s direction Erilena lowered it until the tip of the poker rested in the floor.
Seeing has how she was still rather soaked and half frozen the greenrider moved slowly and subtly back in the direction of the fire. Step by careful step she approached the glowing furnace, the entire time her eyes fixed on C’oar as if daring him to make a move. In a sense the woman was because she had a weapon and he didn’t so ha. Placing herself much closer to the fire and half closing her eyes with a body wracking shudder, she gave a small sigh. Okay she needed to relax. At least enough to gain some control. Hazel eyes still half focused on her unwelcome companion it took Erilena a moment to realize that the man was moving. Didn't matter how. All that mattered was that he had moved. Before she could half process her reaction she was instinctively moving again, weapon again swung in his direction. What was the guy’s problem? Couldn’t he sit still like a normal person?
Blinking through her haze Erilena half listened to C’oar as she kept a shaky grip on her weapon. Most of what he said went clear over her head but her brain did hang on one comment. ‘feel welcome to stay’. A mild glare was shot at the brownrider. “Why wouldn’t I be welcome to stay? I was here first. If anyone should go it’s you.” Waving the poker in his general direction it almost slipped from the greenrider’s grasp and she hurriedly tightened her grip. Leaning back against the wall near the furnace Erilena coughed to clear her throat, eyes slipping shut for a moment as she sagged against the near wall. Couldn’t he just take a hint and leave her be?
Shhhh relax Erilenamine. He means you no harm. Get dry and then come home. I am worried about you. No worries Fey. I am fine. Just tired and cold. That doesn’t sound fine to me. I’m sorry. I.. Shush love. No apologies. It will be alright. Feyrianth worked to keep her voice soothing and clam despite her frantic pacing around her weyr. All four wings rustling nervously the green continued to pace as she snuck glances out onto her ledge. The rain needed to stop so she could go rescue her bonded. Whirling yellow green eyes looked out into the darkness a soft whine sounding from her throat. Just don’t hit him okay? I won’t hit him unless I have to. That’s not comforting. It wasn’t supposed to be.
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Post by dragon on Aug 10, 2010 22:02:31 GMT -5
Shards, she was twitchy. Exhausted, clearly. Too cold, chilled to the bone, quite obviously. On the verge of being quite ill, if she wasn't already. And even moving away was making her act if he was trying to pounce her and smack her off the floor. Just what, exactly, had happened to her. The remark that if anyone should leave it should be him had him a tad perplexed. It was his forge. Well, not in ownership, but in use. Being the most senior smith that he knew of that actually used the thing. Much less on a daily basis. But, he wasn't going to argue with a deranged girl about it. That would just be pointless. However, he did need to get that poker away from her.
He retreated back to the doorway, where he'd left his jacket. It was a monstrous thing, not only built to fit his massive shoulders, but it was also quilt-lined leather. It was warm from his having worn it over here, and would retain heat very well. Lifting it up by the collar, he walked slowly back toward the furnace where she was still standing like a cornered rabbit who'd found a tooth to wave at any shadows that encroached too closely. It would probably swamp her, maybe even be too long for her to use and not have it drag the ground. But that hardly mattered. She was clearly chilled.
C'oar paused out of range of the poker, transferring the jacket to over his forearm. This was going to be something that was going to take some deft speed, but he was prepared to get whacked once for it. He didn't expect much due to her being so wobbly anyway. Without warning he moved in suddenly, within range of that poker, gambling that she wouldn't be able to hit him with it in that span of time, given her reaction times. And if she did, he could deflect it with the leather jacket. Or if she did land a blow, it shouldn't hurt too much. Not as wobbly as she was being. Quickly reaching one hand out on a long arm, C'oar grabbed the poker even as it was waved through the air in efforts to be used as a weapon. With a strength that could not be denied, he extracted it gently from her grasp. "You really don't need this. At least not on me. It's usually used to prod fires into line, you know. There's not a whole lot firey about me." He told her, trying to be gentle on her mind as well as her hand, though he hadn't let go of her wrist just yet. Setting the poker aside, he pulled her over by her wrist, lifting the jacket off of his arm. Flicking it open, he draped the huge, warm item around her shoulders. After which he let go of her wrist, allowing her to go anywhere she wished. "Don't get that in the fire, it cost me quite a few marks." C'oar requested, backing off again. Grabbing a tall stool that was nearly as tall as the table it was shoved under, he hauled it out far enough to perch on. For a moment he looked at the scrolls she had laid out there.
At least, he was assuming it was her that had done it. Thankfully, C'oar was one of those who had been lucky enough to grow up reading. So it was quite easy for him to scan the pages and get an idea what they were about.
Infirmary scrolls. Interesting. So, if she'd been at the infirmary, and had ended up at the forge ... he thought about that for a few moments. Assuming that she wasn't totally lost and turned around, just about the only places beyond the forge from the infirmary were more weyrs. C'oar turned his gaze back onto her. Did she ride? She had to have left pretty late for her dragon to not have gone to get her. Or maybe her dragon wasn't old enough? There were all sorts of possibilities, and that was just assuming she had a dragon, and wasn't just staying in someone's weyr. Or wasn't just plain lost in the dark and rain.
"What's your name?" He asked, quietly. But even quiet, C'oar's voice was one that carried well, especially in the night air. He was certainly one of those fellows that didn't have to yell to be heard. Not that he'd raised his voice in turns.
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Post by Rei on Aug 10, 2010 23:06:04 GMT -5
Erilena was all too willing to let the furnace warm her side as best as it could from her current leaning position. Eyes still closed and mind wrapped in Feyrianth’s she didn’t notice that C’oar had moved until he was almost upon her. The soft thump of his boot against the floor had her eyes flying open and going wide. Not having time to do much the greenrider ended up swinging the poker wildly at him.
Not that it did her much good. Either her aim was off or her strength by that point was pretty much gone. Probably a bit of both. All Erilena could really do was give him a death glare as the brownrider removed the weapon from her. Briefly she considered kicking him. Thoughts of kicking fled her mind however as she wrist was seized and she was pulled towards him. Then her mind went into full panic mode. It occurred to her to scream but really Erilena couldn’t be sure if she did or not.
In response to her fear she felt rather than heard the shriek of anger Feyrianth let lose. The rest of the weyr would however hear that the green was not pleased. Another loud rumbling growl came from her weyr as the four winged green flared wide her four wings. Eyes whirling an orangeish crimson she hissed. The dragon’s anger and confusion at her rider’s panic transferring into Erilena’s own emotions. With her wrist seized however there was little the woman could do but kick out at C’oar and struggle. He was too sharding big for her to do much of anything to him. On top of that the bastard had took her weapon.
When the brownrider released her the greenrider stumbled backwards and ended up slipping. Falling back the woman caught herself, and got back to her feet quickly scrambling backwards and into the nearby corner. Once there she struggled to catch her breath staring back at C’oar with wide frightened eyes. Too much to process, too much distrust for her to care beyond escaping. The jacket he had placed on her shoulders laid forgotten on the floor as she sank down and wrapped her arms around her knees. On the verge of tears and shivering more from fear than chill now she simply looked from the brownrider to the door and debated making a break for it.
Only one thing was stopping her. Kalierre’s blasted scrolls. She couldn’t very well leave them could she? Well she could but Kali would be mad. Kali was scary when she was mad. I don’t care about Phremath’s. Are you okay? I don’t know. There was a pause and then a quiet reassurance. I am coming to get you, or I am sending someone to get you. If he touches you again he will regret it and that is a promise. What did he do? I don’t really know. I’m confused Feyrianth… It’s okay love you don’t have to know. Be brave for me okay?
As her dragon’s voice faded away C’oar’s voice replaced it and Erilena threw a look in his direction. Name? Why did he need her name? Trembling she still managed a glare in his direction, the look not at all friendly. If she had claws and teeth she would be spitting and hissing in both fear and anger. Not a word was given in return. She merely hugged herself tighter. He could guess. Or call her girl. His choice.
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Post by dragon on Aug 11, 2010 18:07:12 GMT -5
She sure was quick with those hot glares, showing that she still had enough fire in her to survive whatever it was that was happening to her. Chills, sickness, or ...whatever else. Her reaction to his presence really had him worried. Had someone done her wrong? Beaten her, or worse? People just should not react that way to other people, especially not when so tired. Something had to have triggered it. And with that notion in mind, C'oar was very careful what he did next.
For a time, he held still. Completely still, regarding her in silence as he thought, watching her tremble in fear in the corner like a windblown leaf. Frosstyth. Who is it that is hollering like that out there? Even in the downpour, a dragon's outrage was hard to miss. Who that dragon might be might clue him in to who this girl was, if she was indeed bonded. Which he suspected she was. Which made her state all the more worse ... a rider being cowed into this sort of state. Treated badly enough somewhere along the way to be made this way. What of the dragon? On top of that, the potential of being ill ... more than just her life was at stake.
That would be Feyrianth. Frosstyth answered, sticking his head out into the rain to see. Not that it did him any good. The brown couldn't see in the dark any better than any other normal dragon. All he could see was the little glow that was the forge's chimney.
Alright. Who rides her? C'oar asked, patiently.
Erilena is hers. Frosstyth answered.
C'oar recognized the names, but only very vaguely. He'd never met the pair himself. It took him a moment of thought to remember where he'd heard them ... they were in one of the Weyrling classes. Almost graduated. Feyrianth ... was the strange looking dragon with a double set of wings. He looked at the girl before him, and wondered if this was Erilena. The gender profile matched up. The upset dragon had a female rider ... and what cowered before him now was definitely female. I need you to find out if her rider is in the forge, and if so, I need you to assure her that her rider is safe. Maybe not well, but safe. C'oar instructed.
Alright. The brown answered, withdrawing his head back out of the cold rain. Where is yours? Frosstyth asked, point blank, of the green. Is she in the forge?
Getting off the stool again, C'oar stooped to pick up his jacket where it had fallen on the floor. Slowly, he eased over closer to where Erilena was cowering, and crouched. Again, he covered her with the article, trying to help her get warm again before she took ill from the chill she had sustained. "You're alright." He assured her, gently. "I'm not going to hurt you." C'oar repeated the statement, even though he was more than sure he'd already told her that. She didn't appear too keen on the hearing, though. Just the glaring and flailing.
Which, oddly enough, was something Saeo had done too. Glare and randomly flail. Maybe it was just a trait of females? He rubbed her arm a bit, through the coat, trying to encourage warmth and blood flow, before he removed his hand and just rested his elbows on his thighs right behind his knees as he crouched. She couldn't go anywhere, seeing how she was slumped in the corner now, so he was pretty sure she wasn't going to do any more jerking away. Simply because it was physically impossible. But he was wary of her feet ... she could kick him all to easily, from where she was, despite being drown in enormous amounts of enormous leather coat.
"Are you going to be okay? What happened to you?"
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Post by Rei on Aug 11, 2010 18:41:20 GMT -5
It was quiet in the forge for a good long moment, Erilena hazarding a few looks at her unwelcome companion as she waited for Feyrianth. The dragon had said she was coming right? Fey wouldn’t lie. Hugging herself a bit tighter she glanced towards the door and the sound of rain beyond that. That was her safe point if she could get there….
Feyrianth in fact was stirred up into state of anger. A rare enough emotion for the green that when it did take control it tended to consume and with her rider on the verge of panic herself it was all to easy for the emotion to run rough shot. A few questions touched her mind from other familiar dragon’s and she gave them what answers she saw fit. Depending on who they where. Pacing out onto the darkness of her ledge the four winged green crouched to spring into the air and paused as an unfamiliar voice assaulted her mind. With a snarl she turned whirling eyes in the direction she felt the brown to be. The female’s voice was anything but friendly as she responded.
Why would you think that I would not know where she is even for a moment. I pay attention. Do you seek to implicate that I do not? Black talons created a spark on Feyrianth’s ledge as she flexed them. I know right well where she is. I would warn yours back if he knows what is good for him. Mine does not take well at all to being cornered. Especially by those males unfamiliar to her. Whether in her right mind or not that was about one of the only things that inspired fight from her bonded.
In fact as C’oar approached Erilena held her breath flinching violently as he touched her. The softness of his voice warred with his movement and in the end it was his proximity that proved to be to much. With little thought the greenrider retaliated. Shifting her weight so she was half reclining against the wall, she kicked out at him viciously and without warning aiming for his groin area.
As she felt some part of the strike connect Erilena moved swiftly as she could, springing forward to shove against his chest and possibly unbalance him. In the next movement the greenrider attempted to spring around him making for the table and the scrolls on it. She was counting on his size to be a slowing factor. Grab the scrolls and run. Keep the table in between them as a barrier in case. Yes Erilena's cause and effect was a tad off and really had C’oar done anything to warrant such reaction? In her current state of thinking. Of course.
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Post by dragon on Aug 11, 2010 19:07:52 GMT -5
It was a sharding good thing he'd been wary of just such a kick, all things considered. As big as C'oar was, he had never been slow. All that size was muscle, not blubber. On top of that, pile a heaping helping of speed training ... It was almost instinct that he rocked sideways as she kicked, having the blow land on his thigh rather than in the family gems. That would have hurt ... and probably completely ruined his mood for the next week, if she'd have hit her mark. Having her go diving past him, shedding the coat (again), C'oar was of a mind to let her go.
Females. What a bother. Can't live with em, can't live without em. Try to help one, and get kicked for your efforts. The more he saw, the more he figured that sexism went both ways. What was with the whole gals always assuming the worst intentions when they encountered a fellow?
But seeing where she was headed, the door, he changed his mind. He couldn't in good conscience let her go out in that weather - not in her current state for sure. Though her fear was plain, and it probably wouldn't help her fear one tiny bit to be trapped, it was better than her getting very ill and maybe dying. That was not something he wanted on his conscience. So he moved - albeit later than she did. But she was also stopping for those scrolls, and it allowed him the time he needed to go from crouched to across the room to the door. There, he stopped, knowing there was no way the door was going to open as long as he didn't want it to. Not even S'rei could open that door if C'oar didn't allow it.
There were advantages to being the biggest, heaviest bloke around.
"Going outside right now, in your state, is a very bad idea, miss. I suggest you go sit by the fire and make yourself comfortable." C'oar stated, in the same level, calm tone he'd been using before. But now he had no intention of leaving the doorway. She was going to stay put until one of a few things happened. The weather cleared up, she got sane, or someone came for her that would be able to handle her obviously mental state.
Leaning the backs of his shoulders on the door, he crossed his arms across his chest and just watched her, making it quite obvious that she wasn't going to get out. Not past him. And he could reach any of the shuttered windows from here in less time than it would take her to open the shutters. His move from the corner to the door should make that quite apparent to her, even in her addled state.
Frosstyth was not flustered in the least by the green's answer, and from it extracted that yes, hers was in the forge. He could understand being upset when one's rider was in perceived peril. Calm yourself. Mine will not harm yours. Mine only wished to help. Calm yourself, and calm yours. Yours needs to think clearly, yours needs your support. He told her, gently, being the typical steadfast, reliable, unflusterable brown that he was. It was going to take a whole lot more than just a freaking out green to get his tail in a kink. Think. he urged her, knowing that she was both young and inexperienced, being influenced by her rider's haywire thoughts. He'd been young himself, not too terribly long ago.
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Post by Rei on Aug 11, 2010 20:20:26 GMT -5
Erilena reached the table and snatched the scrolls off it in a hurry. In the next movement spinning around to find C’oar and freezing. He had moved to the door. Her only real exit. Which had her nicely trapped. Shards. Good thing was she had run of the entire large forge though. Made avoidance easier. Which settled her mind a little. He was further away and as long as he stayed away the greenrider felt as if she could draw breath. The panic sitting heavy on her chest lifted a bit. Trembling still from a combination of things Erilena reached for her leather bag and tucked the scrolls inside it. There safe they where. Now Kalierre couldn’t be angry with her. Panicked hazel eyes flicked back to C’oar as he leaned against the door and she barely resisted the urge to scream at him. Why couldn’t he just let her go? Where was Fey?
The green in question hissed through the rain the cold droplets on her hide not uncomfortable to her in the least. Flicking her wings in an agitated motion, her whirling crimson eyes slowed but the color remained. You say he seeks not to harm her and yet he traps her like some animal. His version of helping needs to be fixed. Can he not see she is clearly frightened. He should have left her alone instead of poking at her like some child with a tunnelsnake. Talons tapped against stone as she fidgeted and then snapped back at him sharply. Do not tell me what I need to do. I am not stupid and I have been calming her. Do not speak as if you know me and my bonded. You come off as presumptuous. Agitated Feyrianth was and who could really blame her.
Connectivity went both ways and currently things where a little muddled on both ends. I could think better if you would oh so kindly be quiet. Came a quiet irritated reply, Feyrianth’s tail lashing across the rain slicked ledge even as she gathered herself to spring and then just as quickly aborted the decision. Wind was high and she could not see. With her wings it would be ignorant to even try and fly. Which meant she could not fetch hers as promised. It left her with little options. Either the brown’s rider would have to let hers go. Or she would have to send someone to fetch hers. Her hands where tied so to speak.
C’oar’s voice caused Erilena to stare at him owlishly. Not letting her go. Because of her current state? What? She was fine. Briefly massaging her temple she squeezed her eyes shut. Erilenalove. I cannot get to you right now. But someone will come if he will not let you go on his own. He is blocking the door. Pray tell how am I going to move him? I just want to go home. I know. Just be calm for me my little love. Easier said then done. It will be okay, soon you will be here and everything will be okay. I promise.
Leaning heavily against the table the greenrider turned back to the rather large brownrider and fidgeted once before asking almost in a whisper. “Can’t you just let me go? I just want to go home.” Her voice was pleading in quality, the tone completely unintentionally but coming off that way despite her best efforts to make it steady. Possessively she clutched her leather bag to her chest and simple waited. There wasn’t much else she could do.
Feyrianth paced her ledge, claw tips tapping against the stone with each footfall. Will he not let her go? I have someone I can ask to fetch her. However I would rather not bother him. He is likely asleep and will not be pleased. I would rather not bother him if it is not completely necessary. Although there is also another I could ask. He is probably on patrol though and also would not be pleased. All in all I would prefer it if you told yours to simply let her go. Whirling eyes turned back out towards the darkness as her jaws snapped in anger at the rain. If it would just stop she would feel better about going there herself. Instead Feyrianth was stuck here feeling helpless, angry, and worried.
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Post by dragon on Aug 11, 2010 21:07:23 GMT -5
Frosstyth sighed, and crossed his front legs, dropping his head onto his forefeet. Would you rather mine allow yours to go out into the freezing rain, with no insulation, while already chilled and wet, and apparently on the verge of being ill? Yours might well take seriously ill, if not die. Is this what you would wish mine to allow to happen? He asked. Yours is not a hostage. When circumstances change, mine will gladly let her go. And it was true, too.
It was a good thing that patience was one of his attributes, the conflicting nature of the green shining loudly in her words. Demanding one thing, and then the next. Clearly this particular green had not yet learned she could not have her wherry and eat it too. But he was willing to tolerate her scathing, biting ways for the time being. Upsetting the green further would not help the girl in the forge any at all, which in turn would not help his at all. And Frosstyth was always willing to help his.
C'oar just watched as she twitchily stuffed the scrolls into that bag, and then hugged it like a lifeline. Whoever's scrolls they were, they weren't going to be happy about the state of the documents when they got back to where they belonged, that was for sure. "I wish you were at your home, too. But, you are not. You are here." he gestured at the fire. "Surely you remember why? Circumstances outside have not changed in the least, and twice now you have refused my coat. I can not in good conscience let you leave this facility, until circumstances change." He explained, though he was thinking she probably wouldn't hear most or all of it. Given her addled state. Not real cognitive at the moment, that was for sure. "I already told you twice ... you're in no danger, other than from the elements. You need to warm yourself before you get sick."
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Post by Rei on Aug 11, 2010 22:14:49 GMT -5
Feyrianth’s repose was quick and betrayed her quickly dwindling patience. No of course I do not want her to die. The words where a slow hiss. Did he think her that stupid? Of course a little bit of rain would not kill her bonded. Overtired she was and emotionally stressed, however rain was not going to kill her and the trip back to the weyr wasn’t that long. A low growl rumbled in the dragon’s chest. Besides hers worked in the infirmary. Medicine was not far away if she did happen to grow ill. Kalierre would make sure hers did not grow to ill anyway. Hers was needed.
A large part of Feyrianth wanted to snap back at Frosstyth and she had just decided to let things lay when he made another comment and in response her tail thwacked against the stone wall in her anger. Not a hostage and yet he holds her against her will. Pray do tell me what you view that as? He is not a healer. He has no right to make judgments about her condition when I tell you she is fine. But no matter I am sending someone to fetch her and he will be along shortly. The connection with the brown was severed then, her considering the conversation over.
The whole situation left a bad taste in her mouth and upset her besides. With a feather light touch Feyrianth brushed against R’ven’s mind directly. It had occurred to her to possibly ask Trilaranth for permission first, but she had talked to R’ven plenty of times and her brown had never seemed to mind then. Venny? Despite the time that had passed since she had last seen him the affectionate nickname persisted. Liked the brownrider and trusted him the green did. I hate to bother you to ask such a thing.. but would you mind going down to the forge to fetch mine? She got stuck in the rain coming back from the infirmary and Frosstyth’s will not let her leave. Frosstyth says his does not want her out in the rain. He thinks she will get ill.
Mild irritation entered her tone but it faded quickly. I would rather her home. She is tired and not reacting all that well towards Frosstyth’s. I am sorry. The apology was soft and the green brushed his mind lightly with affection before also including Trilaranth in the words. Trilmine I also apologize to you for the interruption to your evening. I do not mean to bother you or yours. I just first thought to ask you Venny. If you would rather I ask someone else? Feyrianth trialed off and kept in contact as she awaited a response, all the while lightly pacing in the rain.
The whirling color of her eyes was predominantly only worried now the anger having faded mostly as she contacted the brownpair. Although bound to be irritated, in some way, by the situation Feyrianth was confident that they would at the very least help her. Because after all she still regarded them as part of her family.
As the communication between dragon and human went on Erilena continued to lean against the table. At first she had held onto the hope that maybe C’oar would let her go, but no. Instead he persisted in keeping her trapped. Well he certainly wasn’t wining any points with her right now. Instead Erilena very much wanted to curl up and ignore him. Except she couldn’t, because unfortunately the brownrider still registered somewhere on the threat scale.
Most of C'oar's words where accepted and understood but they did little to calm Erilena at the present. Instead she simply bowed her head, allowing her hair to cover her face and hide the fact that she had started to silently cry. The greenrider didn’t like being made to feel as helpless as currently she did. Or was that Feyrianth? It was all to close right now and Erilena had neither the strength or inclination to figure out where she began and Feyrianth started. It didn’t even really matter currently. Quietly she felt Feyrianth brush her mind with an attempt at comfort. Do not cry Erilenamine. Someone is coming to get you I promise. Just a little longer that you have to stay in his company and then you can come home and sleep. The words and calm bolstering helped a little, at least enough to stop the tears, although she made no move to push back the curtain of her half dry hair. It felt safer behind it.
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Post by rii on Aug 12, 2010 8:17:48 GMT -5
Trilaranth had already been jostled into a wakeful state by the previous cry from the green's side of the river canyon. Vacantly he stared out into the rain and darkness made thick by the brooding storm clouds. Nothing else could be heard over the onslaught of wind and rain, but still the brown remained at alert – unable to shake the feeling the cry sounded familiar. It wasn't long before he felt the touch, through his rider's mind no less, of Feyrianth addressing them.
Said rider merely jerked up where he had passed out face down in his furs. Not truly awake, and lucky that his dragon bonded as close as he did, because it was Trilaranth that received and understood the majority of Feyrianth's message. Mine will be along shortly, Feymine. Spoken calmly, a return of affection to help soothe the unusual irritation expressed by the green as of late.
It wasn't until R'ven was half-way to the forge that his mind finally woke up (thanks to the chill of rain). Dressed warmly with a hooded shirt and riding jacket and gloves of his riding gear. Forgoing the helm because he wasn't sure where he had tossed it in his room earlier that day. The stiff, high collar of jacket and the hood made up for it. The former smith ducked his head against the weather as he quickly strode toward the lit building.
Why is she out here? Fey says she got stuck. If she made it this far in the weather, she should have just run the rest of the way to her weyr. I do not pretend to make sense of the irrationality of your kind. I'm complaining, deal with it. Someone's with her? Indeed, won't let her leave.[/i][/color] A brief pang of concern rose, but Trilarath was quick to dismiss it. Feyrianth was only annoyed when speaking to us. I'm sure if it was anything more threatening she would not bother with polite requests. Why me though? Because she trusts you? I swear, if this is just some ploy to get me out here... [/i][/b]
Opening the door, R'ven only got it to swing inward a bare inch before it came to a solid stop. Something – or someone – was blocking it from the other side. R'ven swallowed down his grumbles, not pushing at the door to try and force an entrance. "Lena?" He called out over the rain; not knowing who else lingered inside with her (nor being able to see it was C'oar on the other side of the door).
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Post by dragon on Aug 12, 2010 12:06:23 GMT -5
As you wish. I hope this someone thinks to bring adequate clothing for yours. Frosstyth answered, before flicking his tail along his own flank. Really, he wanted to be asleep right now, but really couldn't... not as long as his was busy. Especially not given how volatile the situation seemed to be, to the brown. He was pretty confident that his could handle it, but he still preferred to be aware of it as it happened.
C'oar was not really surprised when there was no answer or reply coming from the girl. She was just plain out of it this night, and at least she wasn't flailing and kicking anymore. So with the patience of a tree, he just stood there and waited. The rain would end eventually, and she would dry eventually, even if she was not particularly close to the fire anymore. At least there was a fire, and it was keeping the temperature inside the forge quite a bit warmer than outside. Even if the chimney of the forge was designed to funnel nearly all the heat outside, instead of keeping it in, like most hearths.
Having someone try to open the door from outside however, that wasn't anything he'd been expecting. Not at this hour, and certainly not here at the forge. After the first initial thump, C'oar got off the door and stepped aside, pulling it open to see who was out there. Though the fellow announced himself fairly quickly by a question.
Lena. So that confirmed her identity. "R'ven." C'oar greeted, waiting for the other smith to finish entering before closing the door again against the cold and rain. Since R'ven had hit the door with her name, C'oar was pretty sure that she was why he was here at all. "Did you bring her a coat? She's not at all inclined to use mine." Though, all things considered, she'd probably have some difficulty walking in his. Mid-calf on him was floor length on most women.
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