November 4, 2002
R'hyn's sick, and Serriena comes to visit and bring supplies.

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Niaryth settles down on Arisvath's ledge, her large golden wings folding in as she lands, her talons touching down. She eases through the mammoth sized entrance, lowering her head to let her passenger dismount. But her eyes find and remain on Arisvath. He is the reason she has come to visit.

Serriena dismounts from Niaryth, using her extended forelimb for help down.

Arisvath's out on the ledge, gazing out at the sky -- and then, of course, at Niaryth, as she comes in to land. He's quick to make sure there's plenty of room for her, wings furling about himself rather than spread out to indulge in the moonlight. He croons, delightedly, leaning his head forward for a nuzzle. R'hyn, apparently, is within.

Niaryth nuzzles her head to Arisvath's appreciating that company. She turns around, resettling herself onto the ledge until they are both bathed in that moonlight glow. Once she is settled, Serriena steps forward, removing a few things from her straps. She grins at the gold and warns, "Behave yourself." She nods to Arisvath. "Could you announce to R'hyn that I am here?" Her gaze moves around, the first time in R'hyn's weyr.

Arisvath emits a soft croon towards Serriena, once he's completely settled with Niaryth, apparently indicating that he's done so -- he's easily distracted again, of course, nestling against the queen.

Serriena chuckles and moves inward carrying her package. Niaryth has her attention with Arisvath and so Serriena turns her attention to her friend. "R'hyn?" This called out softly. "I've brought you some more medicines from the healers." Alright it's a bit late, and Serriena's not heard if he's healed from his cold or not. She strides forward, a small basket revealed in the light.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth glances up at the stars <> She's looking at them and she shares her vision with you, luminent light that rolls over and over in a ball, so far away.

R'hyn's curled up in one of the chairs, with a thin blanket over himself. He's dressed-- well, in pyjamas, with a mug of tea in one hand, the other nestled in beneath the blanket. "Oh!" He sits up, straighter, welcoming him in with his free hand, as it's pulled out from the blanket. "Come in. Thank you." There's a thickness to his voice - not as bad as it has been, though not fully clear yet.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's gaze is more on you than the stars, to be absolutely truthful, though he turns his gaze there, now - << I imagine that bright one is you, >> he indicates, << Niaryth-the-star. It has a certain ring to it. >>

Serriena sets the basket down on the table and smiles at the patient. "Your welcome. It's no trouble. I know I sent the ones before with Twilight. Did you get that packet attached to his leg?" She busies herself opening the basket and pulling out a small pouch, similar to the one on her blue firelizard carried. She sets it aside and pulls out more things. A thermos of sorts, some crackers and two mugs which she promptly sets aside one. She turns back and seeing you with your own mug, blushes, "Oops, perhaps I overthought what to bring." She opens the thermos and pours some of the content into a mug. The smell of bovine and noodle soup, raises from the mug. "I brought you some food." And then she grins, "Plus some tea which you have already." Out comes another small thermos.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth turns her gaze to you, looking away from the stars and at your eyes. She simply watches you, fascinated by such a compliment. <> There is a tone of awe in her mellow voice, one not usually there. <> The image shared, could be humorous to a human, Niaryth's weyr, her shelves where she keeps her most treasured items, and a thought of you amongst those treasured items.

R'hyn curves his lips into a smile, nodding rapidly. "I did. Thanks for those." There's mirth to his eyes, at the amount of things she's brought, and he admits, "Mum's been up and down with things, too. Keeps complaining that I should trade in for a ground weyr, so that she doesn't have to go to the effort of mounting and dismounting all of the time." He sneezes, then searches through his blanket to pull out a handkerchief, which he uses to blow his nose on. "You're too good to me."

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's mellow, drawled voice turns even more sweet and charming. << I would gladly be there, amid your most treasured things. You are always welcome to be here, too. >> The tapestry has been hung about the entrace to the weyr -- out of the weather, but always visible.

"It's Niaryth's generosity. She's been bugging at me all day about when we'd go see Arisvath." Serriena tries to pin the blame elsewhere. "Though I think she was more concerned with seeing him than you." Serriena chuckles. She sets the soup near you and then pours some into another mug for herself. "But I'm glad to hear your mother is helping. How has she been doing lately?" Serriena rummages in the basket and comes up with two spoons, one for you and her. She pokes them into the mugs and settles back, separating up some of the crackers between the two.

"She's got her priorities straight," remarks R'hyn, though his usual blush has placed itself hotly upon his cheeks - for apparent reason, or not. "Uh, she's all right, I think. A bit lonely, even with Janri and Saeri's new little one to watch over." He sets down his tea, and picks up the soup and spoon, stirring it for a while, rather than starting to eat immediately.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth 's nature doubles in it's joy, hearing your agreement << You should live in my weyr! >> She thinks her weyr is fantastic and even better with you in her weyr << Aiareth lives with Isyrath. Why could you not live with me in our weyr. >> Perfect solution.. isn't it?

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's excitement at such a thought is tangible, though there's certain some thoughtfulness to it, and consideration. << R'hyn would still be here, though, for I don't believe he and yours are so-- close. He might be lonely. But I can visit, often. >>

Serriena eats, because she isn't sick and she must be hungry, slurping the noodles in. She takes a bite of a cracker and when her face isn't busy stuffing itself, she talks between bites. "I think it is hard at that age to be alone." She spoons another bite and asks, "Does your mother have a best friend? Someone she talks to every day about things .. to confide in?"

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth knows this. <> Niaryth considers this <> Curious. <> Concepts of female roomates being different from male roomates doesn't occur to the gold.

R'hyn's slower to eat, but does do so, though with polite, restrained spoonfuls, sipping rather than gulping. "She's got a few friends, from her weyrling class, but she kind of-- cut them off a bit, after the accident, and now she feels guilty about it. She's got some cousins, too, but they're still not all that close, I think."

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath thinks, long and hard. << Perhaps, >> he agrees. << Though there are perhaps still those who would gossip about *Llilian* and *Belena*. R'hyn doesn't like gossip. >> He likes the idea -- he /really/ likes the idea, but he's still thinking on how to do this.

Serriena's face is full of sorrow hearing that. "Everyone needs someone they can confide in, someone human," she amends because anyone can try to confide in their life partner. "Perhaps we can help her make friends with those in the weyr." She looks thoughtful. "There is the weyrling graduation commencement coming soon. Do you think your mother would enjoy that?"

R'hyn nods, solemnly. "They do. And I /wish/ Mum could find someone - but she's so hard to get to know. So... bitter." He worries at his lip, spoon held loosely between his fingers, as he thinks. "Perhaps she would, though the whole their being entirely fit and well always plays heavily upon her mind. I'll see if she won't go, though, all the same."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth turns to ponder this question as well. <> She tries to think /how/ no gossip could be created. <> She abandons the thought. <> That's sure to cause it as well <> How can she not know? She knows everything! <> She's confident of that.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's thoughts grow darker, as he concentrates, near wrapped in a wooly blanket. << If only there could be one ledge and two weyrs, >> he declares. << Then we could all be happy. >>

"It was thread that mangled her leg so was it not R'hyn?" Serriena says quietly. "She got caught in a large tangle if I recall correctly." She spoons more bites until she finishes her soup. Serri sets the mug aside. She looks R'hyn over and then asks aside. "Have you had medicine yet today?" This asked soft in concern for the rider.

"Yes," agrees R'hyn. "It scored through to the bone, and more, so they had no choice. Indoth was scored also, but not so badly - he can still fly." He's still eating - very slow, or perhaps just not very hungry, though he makes an effort to take another mouthful. "No, not yet."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth agrees <> The cottages would be perfect, two jungle cottages, one clearing <> Jungle cottages are out. Suddenly a thought occurrs <> Only, then you'd be away from your beloved stars and moonlight and she would not permit that neglect.

Dragon> Arisvath bespoke Niaryth with << I could not sleep within, >> admits Arisvath, solemnly and reluctantly -- there are many things he would do for Niaryth, but not that, not always. << There are few choices, then. >>

"Perhaps then your mother would be a reminder to the weyrlings of why they should be careful in threadfall. They would.." Serriena pauses, "Does she dislike to talk about her injury? You mentioned she was bitter. Will she not speak of it at all?" This could be useful talent for R'hyn's mother - lecture on safety in the wings and caution.

R'hyn sits forward, nodding. "She could be that - I think she'd been good at it. No, she doesn't mind talking about it -- it's almost all she talks about. That, and how she can't fly thread now, and how useless she feels. If there's one thing she's good at, it's talking about what a difference it has made"

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth thinks there is no agreement on it except <> Doesn't matter if it is impossible. Should she sneak to your weyr, or you to hers, somehow they will find a way. <> Such things.. /must/ be possible.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath agrees, without hesitation. << She is-- or close enough to-- the Senior Weyrwoman. If there is a way, she shall find it. >>

"Then perhaps I will speak with Belena about letting her teach a caution class." Serriena says solemnly. "All our weyrlings need to know what could happen if they make it through badly injured. Llilian and your mother are perfect proof of that." She reaches out and begins fixing up the medicine now, pouring it into your tea and then asking, "May I refresh that for you?" She points to the tea cup.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth finds that a fanciful thought. <> She's not smug about it <> There is that faith edict. <> A daunting thought.

"If she were asked," R'hyn comments, after a pause, "I think she would do it whether or not she wished to -- she feels useless, and all. That would be great." He smiles, in thanks. "Oh, yes. Thank you for that, Serri, that would be good." The soup is put down, somewhat reluctantly.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath has no trouble in imagining thus - indeed, Niaryth is the senior queen of his thoughts, and Isyrath means little. << You are, and you shall do it. >>

Serriena pours tea into the cup and then swirls it, handing it back. "I think that should do just right for your cold." She presses the kettle back and then clasps her hands. "We all want to feel useful. Only lazy people like to do nothing.." This brings a grin to her face. "Your mother may reach out once she is teaching, because she will be touching many young people with her words, her thoughts, her feelings and ideas. She is useful, turning a disadvantage into an advantage is useful."

As if on cue, R'hyn has to reach for his handkerchief at the same time as the tea, blowing his nose loudly. "Thanks," he says again, nodding, as the handkerchief is stuffed into the blankets, and he lifts the tea to his lips. "That's exactly right. I think she'd enjoy that. She really loves working with children, and weyrlings are little more than that, most of the time."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth comforts herself in your faith and her own <> She curls herself up to you, draping her head over your neck lazily, cuddling to your warmth on the ledge.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's thoughts are of pure bliss - a warm, spun layer of gold and bronze, sheltering you both. << Indeed. All we need is faith. >>

Serriena grins, "They do seem to be choosing younger ones these days do they not? I think they are expecting a longer lifeline. I was barely almost eighteen turns when Niaryth looked upon me with her eyes." She watches you blow your nose and then says, "My goodness, that's a hard blow." She chuckles. "Sounds like this boy I knew back at Cove Hold...what was his name.." Her eyes travel distantly to the left as she tries to remember. Giving up, she shrugs and says "Oh well... sound like him you do." She grins.

R'hyn admits, after swallowing another mouthful of his tea, "I was no more than fourteen. Just a kid." He shifs again, loudly, but doesn't reach for his handkerchief, admitting, "I blow too loudly. It always used to embarrass me. I tried to speak really quiet, and sing really quiet, to make up for it." He laughs, shyly, "You're not getting old there, are you? Forgetting things."

Serriena had begun to play with her spoon while R'hyn talked and when he asks about her memory banks, she pretends to chuck the spoon at him. "Not hardly." She grins. "Ten turns is a long time." She glances at you, "Besides you are no younger than I am I believe and I'm twenty-five turns. Are you losing your memory R'hyn?" She's teasing now. Spoon is laid back down, tapping the tip of it to the table.

R'hyn grins, the corners of his mouth twitching, as he pretends to defend himself with his own spoon. "I'm twenty-four," he admits, "So it must be that turn's difference that marks the difference between being an adult, and being an old person."

Serriena's mouth drops open and hiding laughter that can't hide in her eyes, she spits out, mock threatening. "I might have to take you up on that challenge." She grins and then gives a small sigh. "As it is, I have alot to do and I must pry Niaryth away from her friend." She stands up. "I do hope you are feeling better though."

R'hyn laughs - and it's not truly quiet, but of a normal tone, as if he's entirely comfortable. "I am, thank you. I'll see you soon?"

Serriena wanders out to the ledge and calls back, "I love what you did with the tapestry." With effort, she manages to get Niaryth away, but the gold leaves reluctant to do so.

Serriena climbs up Niaryth's extended foreleg to settle into her straps.

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