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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:31 pm
 Life in the candidate section had been busy. Candidates to keep in line, two clutches on the sands to prepair for, and the revolution to deal with. Wykla had not been attentive to all that she should have been. Somehow, through it all word reached her. She couldn't say how exactly she heard her friend, Ralae wasn't doing well. Rumors among the candidates? Her flits? Kameth even? Dinner gossip? All were equally likely.
Then the news hit of the egg thefts. It infurriated her that those low-down sons of wherries had managed to make it into Trine and onto the Sands to steal the eggs. She knew no few had probably lost their heads over the golden egg's theft. Did she help hunt or stay and guard the remaining eggs they had? As much as it galled her, the wisest course would be protecting those they had remaining. The thiefs had a well made head start on any pursuit.
The young teen felt guilty for neglecting her friend when she was needed; depsite all the chaos going on she got together some stuff and headed to the greenrider's weyr. Kameth, tell Zabreth we're almost there. Wykla needed some close company of a friend as much as her friend needed her.
Kameth waddled along side his rider. Flits perched on nearly every part of him, hitching a ride. Zabreth Mine wishes Yours to know we are almost there. His had talked him into going as a companion for Zabreth as much as she would be for Ralae.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 5:50 pm
Ralae had been confined to her room ever since the incident with the Tunnel Snake. There would be no return to regular duties until the Mind Healer, regular healers and Weyrleaders had decided her fractured mind had healed. Which was fine with her. Too much had been going and she jumped at every sound, every shadow.
Zabreth had done her best to cheer her rider up by drawing with her paint pots and shiny objects. The green was lost and even other dragons were bringing her food to make sure she didn't lose weight. I hear you Kameth. Thank you for coming.
Ralae, Kameth and his come. Zabreth could only hope this would help her rider.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:39 pm
The girl waited for word from her dragon that the message had been passed along before going to enter the weyr. "Ralae! It's Wykla." She called as she peered in. Finally she shrugged and walked in. "Hey Zabreth. Why don't you tell your rider to come join us before I go fetch her." The teen peered at the green closely. "Are those patches I see?" She tisked softly.
Kameth nosed His. She has passed along the message. The blue peered into the weyr to see if there might be room for him, before deciding to sit outside and just look in instead. You are welcome.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 5:12 pm
Ralae looked up from the corner she was huddled in, towards the very back of her weyr. She had heard Wykla call her name and managed to take a couple steps towards the entrance before settling down on the floor. Her injuries were still fresh from the battle with the tunnel snake. Bruised and battered, the young woman called out. "In here, Wykla. In the rooms. I don't want to come out."
Zabreth's eyes whirled with embarrassment. Yes. I hurt myself trying to get to Ralae when that snake hurt her. You may have to drag her out. She doesn't leave often lately.
Ralae was a mess. Her hair was tangled and while she bathed and kept her body clean, she wore wrinkled clothes and had lost weight from not eating or sleeping. Cursing, she tried to get up and move towards her friend before the fear caught her up again.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 7:21 pm
Wykla eyed the green then sighed. "Yes. Looks like we have our work cut out for us don't it? You only did what you had to Zabreth." She gave a nod. "I've got this." She hefted her wrapped bundle on her hip and strolled into the weyr where she heard Ralae calling from. The girl stopped and looked at her friend. Her expression remained blank as she looked her up and down.
"Well ya'r a right mess Ralae. C'mon lets get you started out. Into the tub with you." The girl set her bundle on the table and herded her friend into the hot water provided by the weyr's bathing room. "Get out of those clothes and wash yourself good. And don't forget your hair. I ain't taking no for an answer either. Either you will or I will. Trust me Ralae." The last was added softly. Wykla was determine to Ralae overcome her obsticals.
Kameth sat stoically outside. He might not talk much but provided his support to the green. Mine will help Yours.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:39 pm
Ralae found herself being pushed and prodded into the bathing room before she knew what had happened. Blinking and confused, the rider found herself practically being stripped and then suddenly in very hot water. Cursing and sputtering, Ralae allowed herself to bob in the water before coming up. "Shards Wykla! Really? I am already clean. I just need to stay in the rooms for a while. Everything I need is in here and Zabreth has her spot too."
But Ralae. I don't like being here all the time. I miss flying with you and you miss being out with me. Zabreth crooned sadly to both her rider and Wykla. She looked over at Kameth, happy that the blue was there. Thank you.
Ralae stayed in the water, not doing anything but glaring at her friend. Did she really want another person touching her? Seeing the newest scars on top of the old ones? Finally sighing angrily, she took the soap sand and began to scrub her hair. Not that it was long but it was fine and tangled up no matter what she did.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:51 pm
The girl made a face and playfully stuck her tongue out at her friend. "No yer not." She tilted her head at her fellow rider with a quirked eyebrow. "A while? More like coward forever hm? No, no I think not." At this point her fair decided to join them in the bathing. They chirped and twittered as they splashed and played in the hot waters. Wykla laughed. "Not helping guys!"
Don't worry Zabreth. I'll do my best to get you back in the air with her. The bluerider thought at the green. Not bothering to ask Kameth to relay to her. That would be her goal. Wykla waited patiently for her friend to scrub. Smiling as the rider started to do it herself. She hadn't really wanted to get wet. When she was satisfied she brought out a thick, fluffy towel.
"Alright Ralae. I got it warmed up for you." She held it coaxingly with a grin. When Ralae did stuff for herself, Wykla let her be; meerly watching and waiting. She stroked Boreal's head when he came to land on her shoulder. "Say I haven't seen Cheer. Where is she?"
When her friend emerged from the water and started drying, she bustled about. Setting up a chair, facing away from any mirrors in the room and fussing with her bundle without letting the rider see inside. She had conviently "lost" the rumpled clothes her friend had been wearing. "When you're dry wrap up in a robe and have a seat."
Kameth blinked slowly as Zabreth thanked him. He wasn't sure how to respond. So. Speak what you will. I will listen. His wanted him there for moral support, so that was what he would do.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 9:03 pm
"Not forever. Just until things are better. It's too much out there. Even the Healers agree I need a break. Just a little one to get back to normal." Ralae sighed, tears threatening to fall and her throat swelling up a little with emotion. To go outside where it was all a lie. Between Thread and murderers, thieves and snakes, every time something major happened, Ralae took the brunt of it. And no more. "Just no more."
The towel looked very inviting and if it was warmed, heated. She could wrap up in it on her bed and stay there for a while. She gave a smile when the flits came swooping in. Cheer had been spending much of her time hunting or with Zabreth lately. Thinking really hard at the gold, Ralae was delighted when her little one popped out of nowhere and settled on the table. "There she is... She has been taking care of herself and keeping an eye on Zabreth lately."
Zabreth turned and looked directly at Kameth. I worry we will never fly again.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 9:19 pm
"Better? What's better? If every rider tried to hide in their cozy weyrs the handlers would have the sharding run of the place." Wykla said scornfully, then sighed. "I don't know if the healers told you. Some of those....." she paused unable to find a suitable word at first, "mud-crawlling slitherers made off with some of the eggs. Mostly from Sunnath's clutch but a few from Hyweth's too."
She saw the tears and embrassed her friend in a gentle hug. "Don't hold it anymore Ralae. You're only hurting yourself with it. And your hurting Zabreth too. She needs you as much as you need her." She stroked her hair until she could convince the over taxed rider to sit. When Cheer arrived Boreal crooned and flew over. Twining his neck happily around hers in happy greeting. Wykla smiled. "Hello Cheer. Good to see you."
"I'm proud of you Cheer for helping, but its time Ralae steps up. Sit down for me for a second." The girl manuvered Ralae to the chair where she could slowly brush her hair, humming as she often did when she oiled her flits. "Remember when Zabreth stole my brush?" Her voice sounded amused.
The bright blue considered the green's worry. That would be utterly horrible. He couldn't even thing about not flying again. Kameth spread his wings a moment then folded back back along his back. You will. There was utter faith in him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 7:40 pm
Ralae shuddered. "I knew about the eggs. Zabreth has been worried about them. Filthy thieves. They don't care that they murdered. That we had to fight to live and come here. They don't care about the scars or the hatred..."
She started weeping. The emotions were finally too much and the black pit that had been overwhelming her broke through. As Wykla moved her down to sit in the chair, she pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them. "In here, I don't have to worry. I just have to make sure Zay and Cheer are taken care of..."
Zabreth's eyes whirled in alarm and fear for her rider. No Ralae! Not again, stay with me. We are here together! We will fly, it will be okay!
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 3:58 pm
Wykla sat beside her friend and put her arm around the other girl's shoulders. She let her cry for a time, saying nothing.
"No. No they don't. They only see their way. The way they believe is correct." Wykla fell silent. What could she say? What would help her friend? Would sympathy or scorn be better? "Talk to me?"
Do not hide Ralae. Mine and Zabreth need you. They do not want you hiding in here forever.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 6:02 pm
"The walls close in. I dream over and over again about when we went back. The battle for Malvren... I think we might... We might have hurt people. And then the snake..." Her words were jumbled and hitched with sobs and watery hiccups. Her eyes were red and her cheeks blotchy.
She rocked, comforted by the weight of her friend's arm and the weight of her dragon's presence in her mind. The scar on her head was a bright red from the emotion running through her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 10:59 pm
She regretted not being able to return with her friend in time for the myst weed. There was much she couldn't share with her friend because she had to wait for Kameth.
I am sorry I could not come sooner Mine. The blue gave a mock indignant huff from outside.
Do not fret over it Kameth. A smile quirked her lips. Wykla held Ralae close and rocked her gently. Not minding the sobs, or tears, she lightly stroked the greenrider's hair. "I would think the walls here would both you then. On Zabreth they cannot close in on you. The past is the past, and cannot be undone. For if it could I would gladly take that burden from you."
She gave a long sigh. "We all might have hurt people, or done things we are not proud of Ralae. I ask you this in return. Is it fair for the wherhandlers to hurt us and we not strike back? We must protect our own or become dogs to the whers." Wykla knew she and Kameth would never bow to a wherhandler even if it meant their death.
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