Honeath wings in from the central sky.
L'in swings his leg over Honeath's neck then slides down the brown's side, pausing to give him an affectionate pat.
Ilesyn lags across the bowl, her movements nothing if not *slow*; in fact, so slow that she's hardly moving at all. That would, after all, require her to use some energy.
L'in plops to the ground, dusting off his pants. He grins widely to Ilesyn, offering a wave. "Heya!" he calls out over the distance, motioning the healer toward him. "Just the person I wanted to see!"
Ilesyn turns about - very, very slowly, just in case that wasn't clear - her eyebrows raising at L'in's greeting. "Faranth's--" Something, although she doesn't make that much audible. "What do *you* want?" Her feet lift, slowly, to carry her back across towards the brownrider, eyes watching warily.
L'in pats Honeath's side, goggles and helmit still in place. "I was wondering if you'd like to come and take a ride on Honeath with me?" Award-winning smile is given, then another pat to the brown as Honeath warbles his own greeting and encouragement.
Ilesyn's eyebrows move towards her hairline, but the healer shrugs her shoulders, assenting, "If that's what pleases you, who am I to take away your one chance at mental stability?" She's more wary over that smile, although Honeath is greeted with a tight-lipped one of her own.
L'in reaches up to take a firm grasp on Honeath's riding straps, and swings up into the seat between his neckridges with the help of his foreleg.
From Honeath's brown neckridge, L'in reaches a hand down to the healer, mischief showing on his face. "Need a hand up?"
"No," says Ilesyn - slightly scornfully. Perhaps it's just pride. At any rate, she manages just fine.
With the aid of Honeath's warm, brown foreleg and one of his straps, you boost yourself upwards into a seat between two of his neckridges, behind L'in.
L'in looks over his shoulder at the healer, tossing out, "Buckle up tightly. We'll be going straight up!"
Ilesyn straps herself in, sitting somewhat tightly and uncomfortably, although she attempts to smile broadly, and settle in. "All right."
L'in faces front, the brown leaning back, hindlegs tensing, then catapults them both into the air! "Good, because we're.." the rest is lost to the wind.
You wing upwards to the the lower bowl sky.
You wing downwards to the ledge housing the star stones.
L'in swings his leg over Honeath's neck and slides down his side, pausing to give him an affectionate pat on his brown side.
You swing your leg over Honeath's neck and slide down him, bending your knees as you impact the ground safely.
L'in gasps a little, still not quite used to the view from up here. "Isn't this just amazing?" he asks, hopping up onto a boulder to look at the Weyr below. "You been up here before?"
Ilesyn shakes her head, dismounting less than gracefully, then moving to stand over by the edge and look down. "'Amazing', may not quite be the word," says she, considering, "Although it's certainly *a* word. No, I've never been up here, before."
L'in leans over the edge, pointing to one of the peaks below. "See there? That's where our weyr is. And over there? The Cavern, and the Hatching Sand and.." He makes quite a list, finger pecking at the air over and over. Finally he stops, sighing happily. "I come up here sometimes to think. It helps a lot."
Ilesyn points downwards without really looking, her finger outstretched. "And that, I assume, is the infirmary. -- Helps you think? You're worse than I thought." Mentally incapable to think without looking at peculiar views. Tsk. "I know, with a brain your size, it must be difficult sometimes."
L'in raises a brow, pausing to look at the healer, then blinks several times. As if to ward off her comments, he tosses his head a little before he speaks. Of course he ignores her words. "Actually," he begins, shoving his hands into his pockets, "I have a favor to ask."
"Of *me*?" Ilesyn's not incredulous, although her eyebrows increase their tendancy to disappear into her hairline, and her hands move to meet behind her back. "What?" A wry smile twists upon her features, L'in's failure to rise to her bait actually bringing amusement.
L'in also presses his hands behind his back, trying to look very official. "Well, one of the things we tend to see of weyrlings is their inability to deal with the stresses of being a new rider in a wing. Most of the wingleaders and seconds have mentioned it at one time or another. You know, too tense, too afraid, too distracted by what 'might' happen?"
Ceristh seems to be resting quietly on the ledge beside the other dragon and has been perfectly quiet since the trio landed on the stone -- though some space seperates them from her brooding roost above the weyr where she seems to enjoy observing all the goings on. She rumbles deeply at that moment though, for she is not asleep and she has decided to give young Honeath a warm greeting.
Ilesyn kicks a loose piece of stone off of the ledge, fingers twining in and out of each other as she listens. "And what has this got to do with me? I'm hardly an expert on the whole idea." Ceristh's deep rumble causes an immediately regretted jump; the mindhealer's expression, for a moment, is horrified, and then merely - and briefly - embarrassed.
Honeath isn't sleeping either, nor is he unaware of the sleeping Ceristh. With her rumble, he lumbers closer to her, slowly, if not a tad hesitantly. In fact, he's doing a little sidestep, tail lifted off the ground but swishing from side to side.
L'in looks toward Ceristh, then chuckles as he watches his brown. A thumb points toward them as he snickers. "He's had a crush on her for I don't know how long." he tattles, then clears his throat. Back to business. "It'd seem to me that you've dealt with stress for a long time now. So have I. Not that mine is the same as yours, I mean, but well, it's hard to keep your mind on your wing and fighting Thread when there are," cough "distractions."
"Faranth, don't let her break his heart, because I am *not* going to counsel a dragon," notes Ilesyn glibly, a teasing note within her voice. "Distractions. Well, yes, I suppose so." Her stance shifts, legs spread slightly as her hands are pulled apart, arms hanging down by her sides. "So you want me to try and talk to *them*."
Ceristh opens her eyes, peering at the brown with whirling eyes. Ever so casually she appears to welcome the brown's closing in on her, letting him sidle close for a cuddle with a friendly croon.
L'in nods, once again going to the edge of the boulder to look out at the sky. "I just don't want to lose any more young riders because they haven't learned how to deal with the stresses of watching the *blinking* in and out, fire shooting everywhere, screams of hurt dragons and riders. You know, the usual things."
Ilesyn snorts, making a low comment; "Surely, you'd think they'd think about these things *before* agreeing to search. The whole potentially sacrificing themselves for Pern." If there's scorn there - and there might be - she's managed to layer it, instead moving on to nod her head. "I can try."
Honeath is close now, urged on by that friendly croon. What he returns to her is a glide of his neck along hers, chiseled head bobbing just above her golden one. Even a shake of his head sends sparkles of brown down his neck, melding brown with gold for just an instant.
Ceristh settles back down in the companionship and comfort of the brown, lidding her eyes and wuffing out in soft contentment.
L'in looks over his shoulder, seeming to be surprised that the answer was a Yes, but the look diminishes quickly as the professional stance returns. "That's excellent!" he says enthusiastically, nodding a few times. "I don't really expect you to work wonders, but maybe, just maybe, something you say, a hint, a suggestion, whatever, will save a life."
Ilesyn's expression, as she turns her head away - seemingly to watch the view - might suggest that she immediately regrets her response, although she says, "I'd prefer it if you didn't put it like that. I want no part in heroism. I'll just do my job."
L'in angles his head, confused by what Ilesyn said, but then that's pretty common. "I'm not speaking of heroism, I just want my charges to live. Plain and simple."
Ilesyn merely shrugs. "Whatever you say. -- Fine. I'll do my best." Her hands move to dig into her pockets, hair tossed away from her face. "When during weyrlinghood do you plan this little...discussion?"
L'in thinks on that one for a while, lips pursing and chin wrinkling. "Hmm. Well let me see. We're wrapping up a few groups now, so that might work. How long did you need to figure out some sort of a talk?"
Ilesyn, blandly, comments, "I could do it today, if you wanted." It's all hot air, anyway -- shh. Straightening her posture, the Healer adds, "But perhaps next sevenday, just to make sure that I'm prepared."
L'in nods, walking over to Ilesyn, hopping down off the boulder to join her. "That's great!" he says with a grin. "And next sevenday would be just perfect! How about if I send T'im to get you? Will you need anything? Something to write with, something to draw on?" A teasing glint to his eyes comes. "A whip?"
"Are they that badly disciplined?" retorts Ilesyn with a smirk settling in upon her face. "Perhaps I'll just hypnotise them all, instead - it might be easier." She nods her head, adding, "By all means, send T'im. I should manage without any supplies, however. I'm fairly self sufficient."
L'in grins, shaking his head. "Oh they're all quite talented. We do a very good job in training them." Now he gets serious for a moment, looking out again into the sky. "It's more fear that gets them, not whips. And that's much harder to teach. How to overcome fear."
Ilesyn's eyes roll, although in little more than good humor, as she moves to stare out across the weyr. "Is it possible, to *teach* a person how to overcome their fear? I thought it was a personal thing. One can guide it, but any more than that? I don't know."
L'in's brows knit, looking at Ilesyn rather oddly. "I thought you mindhealers knew how to help people through fearful times? Are you saying there's nothing you could do or say to help them? Hmm." The hmm sounded very much like him thinking maybe he made a mistake in asking.
Ilesyn shakes her head once more, explaining, "I can't tell someone that they're not scared of something - I can only encourage them to look deeper at why it scares them, and what they can do about that. We're not perfect." Far from it.
L'in seems relieved, mouth making a little o then he nods. "That would be just fine. Actually whatever you could do would help. I trust you." A second later, his face looks as if he just realized what he said. No retractions, though, just a hand raised toward Honeath. "Did you want to go back then? Oh." Gold and brown are laying there so comfortably that it makes him not know what to say. "Uhm."
Ilesyn's eyebrows have a tendancy to disappear into her hairline, and again, they do it now. "You do?" She recovers, smoothing down her shirt as her hands dig deeper into her pockets, she adds, "Do I have much choice, do you think?" Gold and brown are met with some amusement; at least there aren't any broken hearts *yet*.
L'in chuckles, walking over to Honeath's side, perhaps to avoid the blush that's formed on his cheeks. "If I can pry him away from Ceristh, we can go back. Honeath, it's ok if you want to come back." Not as if the brown needed his permission or anything. Honeath rumbles, not happy at all to have to take the rider and healer back down, but he does stand, ready to do his task.
L'in reaches up to take a firm grasp on Honeath's riding straps, and swings up into the seat between his neckridges with the help of his foreleg.
L'in has left.
"Obedient." The Mindhealer sounds impressed. Vaguely. "Thank you, Honeath." She steps after L'in, towards the brown, and then follows L'in to mount.
With the aid of Honeath's warm, brown foreleg and one of his straps, you boost yourself upwards into a seat between two of his neckridges, behind L'in.
L'in gets settled in, checks Ilesyn, then urges the brown to launch, though Honeath does it grudgingly. Up they go, away from the 'Stones.
You wing downwards to the center of the bowl.
L'in swings his leg over Honeath's neck and slides down his side, pausing to give him an affectionate pat on his brown side.
You swing your leg over Honeath's neck and slide down him, bending your knees as you impact the ground safely.
His head lowers 'til it rests in the snow, the bronze's great eye lurking now not ten feet behind Kaveldir, near the cavern's entrance.
Kaveldir smiles over to the two riders, and waves. He's not sure if they have seen him or not.
L'in gives Honeath a playful whack on the foreleg as he and Ilesyn dismount. "Now, go back to Ceristh, Silly One!" he grins, standing back while Honeath stays long enough to get rid of his passengers. With a flick of his tail and a launch of his bulk, he's heading back to the Star Stones quickly. "Thanks, Ilesyn, I do appreciate you doing this for us. Heya, Kav!"
Ilesyn dismounts, sending a glance back up to Honeath, along with a nod of thanks. The healer promptly shakes the snow from her legs, adding, "It isn't a problem. All part of my job description, I suppose."
Kourieth's tailtip twitches, sweeping a fan in the snow as he watches Kaveldir closely, though he spares a low rumbling croon to Honeath as he's in and out again.
L'in laughs at Honeath, just shaking his head. "I'm off to find T'im and let him know about helping you, Ilesyn. Take care, Kav!" At that, he strolls off toward the weyrling barracks.
Ilesyn nods her head after L'in, and then strides off herself - off to the infirmary, in fact, to actually get some work done.
You amble southeastwards to the Weyr's infirmary.
Posted by Louise at January 29, 2003 01:54 AM