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Post by stolenhart on Apr 21, 2009 17:59:09 GMT -6
She hadn't heard from the man in two sevendays. Fourteen days of silence from the man or at least silence on her end. He'd probably popped in and talked to the kitchen staff a time or two when he refilled his own supplies if he'd even come back to the Weyr. No telling if he might have just went to a hold in the South or some other Northern Hold instead. Of course on the one hand he could have won in which case she hardly doubted he would show up here to tell her right away. On the other, he could be dead. Her heart clenched with fear, she was such a coward. She felt a pain ripple across her abdomen and settled her hand on her protruding stomach, "Hush now little one", she said, believing it was just a vicious kick. The baby had been getting more active over the last fourteen days.
She stood up from her chair and began to pace, records in hand as she read them to herself. Supplies needed here, requisitions for supplies there, it seemed it would never end. If she could she'd march right down to the supply closet and chew out the headwoman for wasting those dyes. Good dye was too hard to come by and that woman had let it just get attacked by tunnelsnakes. Yes it was a good thing Ilayria couldn't march down there. Another pain, "Baby please, leave mother's liver alone", she said, smoothing a hand across her stomach again. Would this child ever be born?
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 21, 2009 18:12:51 GMT -6
T'rel had not been looking forward to this particular task, but then, he hadn't been a very happy man for a fair while, now. In fact, he'd been rather upset since the decorations on the wall, and his orders, sending him away from his home to pursue some... some undersized bossy little wench of a queen and her self-righteous rider had not helped matters. As Vijaith circled down over the Weyr on their return home, T'rel sighed. The ledge had never looked more inviting--or more foreboding.
Vijaith settled onto the cool stone with surprising grace, lowering his neck and shoulders accommodatingly, and T'rel slipped smoothly down, then swiftly set about unloading all of his supplies from Vi's back. As he did so, he spoke. "Vijaith? Contact Astoth, please? Have her tell Ilayria that we're back. Ilayria will understand what that means."
:Lovely Astoth? Mine wishes yours to know that we have returned,:[/color] the bronze crooned mildly to the larger dragon, a lightly flirtatious lilt to his mindvoice.
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Post by stolenhart on Apr 21, 2009 20:11:48 GMT -6
And Astoth was not immune to the lilt even though she was months from rising again. memories of her previous flight had dimmed and Brennenth was just an annoyance though Ilayria remained attached to B'oone. It was just how Astoth worked. I shall and I think she would like to see him, the gold returned. Too-right I do, Ilayria told her dragon as she set down the records to take a drink of klah. He will be momentairly mine, do not worry, Astoth told her rider. The lovely gold was busy sunning herself on a ledge, wings spread out to take up all the room in her immediate vicinity.
Well if he's here that means he lost, Ilayria thought to herself, tapping a finger on the sideboard as she thought. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. If Astoth ever took her rider's heart to mind it would be a near toss-up between B'oone and T'rel in winning her next flight. Ilayria would much prefer if she could have both of them but that wouldn't be the case. And she was afraid that getting T'rel, he would turn into a case of wanting something more than actually having it.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 21, 2009 20:40:05 GMT -6
:She wishes to see you, mine,:[/color] Vijaith told the rider.
Sighing, T'rel chucked his things into the Weyr and darted inside, swiftly cleaning himself up and changing into something clean. Admittedly, she couldn't reasonably expect him to appear in exquisite condition, but it was for his satisfaction as much as anything that he not appear looking bedraggled and like an escapee from a prison camp.
Suitably washed up, he tugged on a clean pair of trousers and a fresh shirt, then swung onto Vijaith's back, ignoring the absence of a saddle or straps. It was a short jaunt, and Vi needed some time without them. Quickly, the pair took the the air, and Vi landed lightly on Astoth's ledge. T'rel dropped from the dragon's back before he even lowered himself, and Vijaith took a moment to make a gracious show of bowing to the pretty queen before once more giving her complete reign over the ledge as he moved off to the fire heights.
T'rel paused at the entrance to the weyr, tapping lightly at the wall on the cusp of the entrance and awaiting acknowledgment to enter. Partly, this was out of a tendency for politeness, but by and large, it was a means of staying, if only for a few heartbeats, the inevitable discomfort that would follow his entrance.
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Post by stolenhart on Apr 22, 2009 21:07:32 GMT -6
"Please come in", Ilayria called out and then for something to do she crossed the room to the door and opened it to reveal T'rel. "Welcome home", she said softly, eyes searching him for a moment in what she thought was a discreet look over. She composed herself and stepped away from the door, slippers making soft whispering sounds on the stone floor as she walked away.
"Since you are here I am going to assume you lost the flight. Did you happen to get any information about who won? A name maybe that we can share with Ph'in or another Harper?", she asked. She mentioned Ph'in since he had travelled in the South for a time and he kept in touch with a few of his friends there. And not only that but he knew the Southern runnertrainer at Ruatha, Yshan or whatshisname.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 22, 2009 21:29:24 GMT -6
T'rel entered warily, his keen eyes following her as she moved, so he did not miss her appraising gaze. Silently, he listened as she spoke, standing not far inside of her weyr, his heart thrumming against his sternum. He had anticipated anger, or at least annoyance. Her calm acceptance, very unlike the Ilayria he knew, surprised him, and for a moment, he found himself caught before he could reply.
When he did regain his composure, his response was level and carefully polite. "The rider, Weyrwoman, no, but the other bronzes spoke of a dragon by the name of Hatath. Vijaith believes that this dragon's rider is the new Weyrleader, and I believe he is correct." To be honest, the name had startled T'rel. Htattath and Hatath sounded so very similar, and for a moment, he was certain that he and Vijaith were both misunderstanding, but it was swiftly made apparent, even as he threw himself onto the dragon's back to flee the Weyr, that this was not, in fact, the case.
Unfortunately, he rather suspected that the dragon's name would be of little or no help. Dragons were notorious gossips, it was true, but southern dragons and northern ones affiliated so rarely, and never under kindly circumstances, such that Southern-born gossip rarely, if ever, reached Northern ears, and vice versa.
Well. Let them make of it what they would. Perhaps Ph'in would know the name.
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Post by stolenhart on Apr 26, 2009 10:39:16 GMT -6
She sighed, unhappy with the news, rubbing the small of her back for a second. It felt so much better. "Hatath? Sounds almost like our dear Evelie's dragon doesn't it?", they could be clutchmates for all Ilayria knew. "I'll send for Ph'in after dinner, maybe he knows the rider. If not him that that friend of his from Ruatha should, he's Holder Lidal's son I think", she replied. Mine. Mine, you feel funny, Astoth sent to her rider. I know I think my water just broke", she said aloud.
"Oh Shards", Arrow had starting making a little humming noises as Ilayria swayed on her feet. She glanced at T'rel, "Since B'oone isn't here at the moment will you help me down to the healers?", she asked the bronzerider as Astoth sent out a call for Brenneth. Brenneth, mine is having a baby!, she cast out, not caring who knew. "And Astoth just told the whole Weyr", Ilayria grumbled.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 26, 2009 15:33:41 GMT -6
T'rel blinked, stared, and then felt his jaw slip open. For a moment, dumbfounded shock claimed his ability to reason or respond. Healers? Broken water? But... how... what ...
The haze of uncertainty and confusion lifted, however, when Vi snapped irritably against T'rel's mind. :Mine! Astoth's clutches! HELP HER!:[/color] the bronze ordered, and, for once, T'rel actually heeded his order without so much as a heartbeat of complaint. Swiftly, he moved to Ilayria's side. "Should you be walking that far?" he asked worriedly. "Maybe I should carry you... Or would it be safer to bring the healer up here?" He'd never actually had anything to do with a birthing before, and it was all very new to him. His concern didn't set in deeply, however, until he realized that he didn't actually know how long it took to HAVE a baby. "Er... will there be enough time?"
Slipping an arm around her for support, he looked worriedly at her face, awaiting her reply and poised ready to race for the ledge or scoop her up into his arms, as directed, at the slightest prompting.
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Post by stolenhart on Apr 26, 2009 19:23:29 GMT -6
You didn't have to make him that excited, she scolded her dragon who mentally shrugged with indifference. "T'rel it's ok to walk that far and the healer will probably make me walk further yet", Ilayria cautioned him taking his hand for a moment. "And if you think you can carry me you are welcome to try", she'd put on a good bit of weight in the last months but then she'd been eating everything she could get her hands on. "I need to go to the Healer", she added as she headed for the door. "Just see me there, everything will be alright from that point on", she tried to assure him.
Truthfully she didn't know how long it took to have a baby she'd been told it would take hours, especially since this was her first. "I think we have plenty of time", she smiled at him. She wasn't even having a pain yet though she could feel the baby squirming to get out. "I hope we have time at least".
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