A Lesson - Cresce

[stolenhart]

Gimna was far from completely recovered from her assassination attempt. Nearly a turn later and she was still as weak as a newborn feline, well maybe not a newborn. Some Healers said it was her heart, others said her lungs, all Gimna knew is that her life had been drastically shortened and she needed to make sure Cresce could take over before she died. Despite her fraility, or maybe because of it, Vandyith was glowing brighter everyday, a signal she would soon rise. The possibility scared Gimna, without T'ran in sight, who would win?

She fiddled with the edge of a page and waited for Cresce to show up for lunch and the start of their daily lesson. She didn't have anything specific in mind, maybe they'd walk out to the Sands. With a clutch imminent, they might need more clean sand for the eggs. Or maybe they'd take the short flight to the headland and look over the herds, it might be necessary to appeal to Hallek for more breeding stock.

"Set it there", she said absentmindedly as a drudge came in with a tray of food. The Healers were finally letting her have variety in her meals, for months it was only broth or vegetable soup, but now she got juicy wherry meat and bread along with the soups. "Thank you Alain", the drudge curtsied as Gimna stood up and moved to the map that was hung on the wall. "What are we gonna do?"

[Femisis]

There was little urgency in the blonde’s steps, but she certainly knew where she was going. She had a lunch to be at, though there was little doubt that it looked more like she would much prefer to curl up in the middle of the hall and go to sleep. If she had known how difficult this was going to be, she just might not have shown up at the hatching. Still, she had been the one chosen, not anyone else, so someone must have felt she was right for this, for being the Junior Weyrwoman, even if she was exhausted beyond all reason.

That would be me, silly. Anaelth laughed in her mind, though the sound was hardly insulting. I wanted YOU, not any of them. They couldn't do half the things you can. The dragoness added, shifting a bit so that the sun warmed her flanks. She loved her Crescentia to death, but sometimes the girl just needed a bit of a boost. Silly Hers, she could do anything she put her mind to.

Thanks, Ana. Cresce replied, genuinely grateful for the words. Maybe I wouldn’t be so tired if I had two more arms and three sets of eyes. She snorted, lifting her hands to quickly pull her hair into a braid. She’d gotten good at doing such things on the run as it seemed as though that was ALL she was doing lately.

But then you would look absolutely ridiculous and no one would want to chase me! Ana teased, nudging her Own’s mind gently. Now hurry, you don't want to keep Ginma waiting.

Don’t remind me. Cresce rolled her eyes before breaking contact with her dragon. Ginma. Oh Faranth… That was a whole mess she didn’t need to deal with. Of course she loved the woman in a way, almost like a second mother to her, but with T’ran gone and Vandyith coming closer to rising each day, what was going to happen? This concerned her as much as it did the rest of the Weyr. The new Weyrleader could and probably would try to shove her around and keep her from doing anything of importance. Well, with luck she could still trust in her class, F’kir especially.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Ana wouldn’t cooperate when I was trying to scrub her.” She apologized when she entered the council chamber. Her stomach rumbled audibly at the sight of food, but she couldn’t let her stomach rule over her head even if she did want to shove her face like a pig. It would have been rather satisfying.

[stolenhart]

Gimna glanced back as Cresce entered the room and apologized. "Yes they are like that when they are Hatchlings", she said fondly, a look of memory on her face. "Always wanting to go and do and see or eat and sleep. It's a wonder they ever get scrubbed, except if we didn't then they'd complain about the itching", she added, turning back to the table.

She was honestly trying to eat more, the sickness had caused her to lose a great deal of weight and Gimna had never been very big to begin with. Now she was almost cadaverous in the extreme. She did eat, just not alot, and it was six times a day. The problem with eating though is food no longer tasted good to her, it all tasted kind of bland, which couldn't be true because others ate the same food she did and had no problems or complaints.

"Sit down and fix a plate", she offered, taking her own advice and sitting in a chair. "Is there something you want to go over today?"