Post by Avu on Oct 10, 2008 16:44:46 GMT -5
"Do I have to?" A sneeze followed the rather anxious plea.
"Yes, you have to." Meira forcibly closed the young Weyrbrat's fingers around the mug of peppermint tea, tipping the half-full cup of steaming amber liquid towards the boy. "Drink, I promise it doesn't taste horrible. I did add sugar - and perhaps if you're good, Zesa'll let you stroke her - you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she added, wincing at the bribe. Zesa, who had been lathered in sweetsand and bathed before Meira had started her shift, was currently curled around the girl's neck; she fluted an affirmative at the sleepy-eyed Weyrbrat. It was the start of her shift, at 11 PM, but it still was probably later than the nine-Turn boy was accustomed to staying up. He sighed, slumping against the pillows as he obediently sipped. "Zesa, stay, please?" Meira asked the flitter, who nudged her cheek affectionately before gliding to perch on the bedpost, humming encouragingly at the boy. "I'm going to check on the others, but when you finish, just tell Zesa to come to me, okay?" The boy nodded through the peppermint tea, and Meira took that as a go-ahead and scooted away from beside his bed, running her fingers absently through her hair as she glanced around.
She was highly pleased for several reasons. For one, the most obvious, was that her shift was at nighttime, which meant her schedule fitted perfectly to Meisk's. Zesa, too, was becoming accustomed to snatching sleep during the day mostly, ocassionally flitting off to enjoy herself, but staying with Meira during the day, which suited her nicely, too. Secondly, Infirmary Duty took the place of chores - or rather, it was Chores - so that took a lot of time off of her schedule to spend with Meisk and Zesa. And third, the people she had in her shift. Or at least, the people who had the night shift, which meant they would invariably see each other at least briefly. Ferneth (a surprise) and Jermayan. She really didn't know Jermayan, but he was a wherling - which automatically was a point in his favor. Neither Dorava nor Rawign were familiar to her, but she was still far from displeased about the night shift.
The Wherling paused as she glanced around at the various Weyrfolk occupying the beds. Most seemed to be asleep, although some, like the Weyrbrat she'd just forced peppermint tea into, were awake, naturally. Now what? She had the vague intention of making some sort of salve for future use, except - she didn't know what was needed, and, the more problematic of the two, she didn't know where the herbs were stored when not being prepared for use. The first problem was easily answered; she could always make the Threadscore salve, no? It was always needed in a Weyr...but the second problem was still bugging her. She reached questioningly towards Zesa, who responded by flashing a picture of the Weyrbrat draining the cup at last, and then herself, departing. A second later, the queen had glided to her shoulder, twisting her tail around the girl's throat with a soft, curious trill. "Can you go see if you can find where the herbs are, Zesa, dear?" Meira asked, raising her hand to stroke the flitter's golden body in thanks. She purred in assent, launching herself back into the air and then between again.
Meira absently sank into a seat as she waited for Zesa's return. Surely she wouldn't be spited for taking the chance to rest?
((Didn't know what they were exactly supposed to do, feel free to shoot me if it's wrong. ;3))
"Yes, you have to." Meira forcibly closed the young Weyrbrat's fingers around the mug of peppermint tea, tipping the half-full cup of steaming amber liquid towards the boy. "Drink, I promise it doesn't taste horrible. I did add sugar - and perhaps if you're good, Zesa'll let you stroke her - you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she added, wincing at the bribe. Zesa, who had been lathered in sweetsand and bathed before Meira had started her shift, was currently curled around the girl's neck; she fluted an affirmative at the sleepy-eyed Weyrbrat. It was the start of her shift, at 11 PM, but it still was probably later than the nine-Turn boy was accustomed to staying up. He sighed, slumping against the pillows as he obediently sipped. "Zesa, stay, please?" Meira asked the flitter, who nudged her cheek affectionately before gliding to perch on the bedpost, humming encouragingly at the boy. "I'm going to check on the others, but when you finish, just tell Zesa to come to me, okay?" The boy nodded through the peppermint tea, and Meira took that as a go-ahead and scooted away from beside his bed, running her fingers absently through her hair as she glanced around.
She was highly pleased for several reasons. For one, the most obvious, was that her shift was at nighttime, which meant her schedule fitted perfectly to Meisk's. Zesa, too, was becoming accustomed to snatching sleep during the day mostly, ocassionally flitting off to enjoy herself, but staying with Meira during the day, which suited her nicely, too. Secondly, Infirmary Duty took the place of chores - or rather, it was Chores - so that took a lot of time off of her schedule to spend with Meisk and Zesa. And third, the people she had in her shift. Or at least, the people who had the night shift, which meant they would invariably see each other at least briefly. Ferneth (a surprise) and Jermayan. She really didn't know Jermayan, but he was a wherling - which automatically was a point in his favor. Neither Dorava nor Rawign were familiar to her, but she was still far from displeased about the night shift.
The Wherling paused as she glanced around at the various Weyrfolk occupying the beds. Most seemed to be asleep, although some, like the Weyrbrat she'd just forced peppermint tea into, were awake, naturally. Now what? She had the vague intention of making some sort of salve for future use, except - she didn't know what was needed, and, the more problematic of the two, she didn't know where the herbs were stored when not being prepared for use. The first problem was easily answered; she could always make the Threadscore salve, no? It was always needed in a Weyr...but the second problem was still bugging her. She reached questioningly towards Zesa, who responded by flashing a picture of the Weyrbrat draining the cup at last, and then herself, departing. A second later, the queen had glided to her shoulder, twisting her tail around the girl's throat with a soft, curious trill. "Can you go see if you can find where the herbs are, Zesa, dear?" Meira asked, raising her hand to stroke the flitter's golden body in thanks. She purred in assent, launching herself back into the air and then between again.
Meira absently sank into a seat as she waited for Zesa's return. Surely she wouldn't be spited for taking the chance to rest?
((Didn't know what they were exactly supposed to do, feel free to shoot me if it's wrong. ;3))
