Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Nov 19, 2010 3:23:19 GMT -5
-=During the hatching, just prior to the feast=-
‘Ceinmine, Yzarth is concerned for his. He is not obeying the healers and has gone to the infirmary.’
Ceinwen’s head lifted slightly from the records she had been reading. Her training as a queen rider involved more reading than she had ever thought she would do. The record room itself was vast. Ceinwen, as a weyrling gold rider, had been given the menial task of organizing and cataloguing the records that had been retrieved from various Weyrs as well as the duty of putting everything back in its proper place after the records had been accessed. ‘To seek treatment?’
‘No…’
Ceinwen sighed. Edy had always been a terrible patient. Even as children he would act the part, but once the healer was out of sight, he’d try to escape his treatment. ‘Stubborn nincompoop,’ she muttered under her breath. Standing she did her best to finish organizing everything that remained. She could finish the task in the morning. ‘Please let Yzarth know that I will check on my brother.’
‘Now,’ Drusillith asked in a plaintive manner. ‘But the hatching is happening. I want to see it.’
Ceinwen stopped in midstep. ‘Yes, of course you do dearest.’ She was torn. Her brother needed her attention, but Dru wanted to see the newest hatchlings arrive. ‘Why don’t you go on to the hatching? I will find my brother, speak with him and then meet you later.’
She could feel through their link that Drusillith was not happy about this arrangement. But her will ebbed until she said, ‘Good luck with your brother, mine.’
Ceinwen smiled. ‘Thank you, dearest.’
Making her way on foot to the infirmary took much longer than she had anticipated. Suddenly, she was struck with and oppressive anguish. ‘Drusillith,’ she beseeched. ‘What has happened?’
‘The bronze could not find his, so he went between. He is lost forever…’
Ceinwen clasped a hand to her mouth and leaned against the wall of the corridor. She never knew a thing like that was possible. Focusing on their link, she sent Dru a flow of love, comfort and sympathy. There were no words to say. Nothing to share, other than those silent emotions. The need to find her brother only heightened. Picking up her pace she trotted down the stairwell and out into the Weyr bowl toward the infirmary. It was then that she caught a glimpse of E’dwyn leaving.
“Eddy! Eddy, wait,” she shouted and began to run toward him.
Tag E’dwyn
‘Ceinmine, Yzarth is concerned for his. He is not obeying the healers and has gone to the infirmary.’
Ceinwen’s head lifted slightly from the records she had been reading. Her training as a queen rider involved more reading than she had ever thought she would do. The record room itself was vast. Ceinwen, as a weyrling gold rider, had been given the menial task of organizing and cataloguing the records that had been retrieved from various Weyrs as well as the duty of putting everything back in its proper place after the records had been accessed. ‘To seek treatment?’
‘No…’
Ceinwen sighed. Edy had always been a terrible patient. Even as children he would act the part, but once the healer was out of sight, he’d try to escape his treatment. ‘Stubborn nincompoop,’ she muttered under her breath. Standing she did her best to finish organizing everything that remained. She could finish the task in the morning. ‘Please let Yzarth know that I will check on my brother.’
‘Now,’ Drusillith asked in a plaintive manner. ‘But the hatching is happening. I want to see it.’
Ceinwen stopped in midstep. ‘Yes, of course you do dearest.’ She was torn. Her brother needed her attention, but Dru wanted to see the newest hatchlings arrive. ‘Why don’t you go on to the hatching? I will find my brother, speak with him and then meet you later.’
She could feel through their link that Drusillith was not happy about this arrangement. But her will ebbed until she said, ‘Good luck with your brother, mine.’
Ceinwen smiled. ‘Thank you, dearest.’
Making her way on foot to the infirmary took much longer than she had anticipated. Suddenly, she was struck with and oppressive anguish. ‘Drusillith,’ she beseeched. ‘What has happened?’
‘The bronze could not find his, so he went between. He is lost forever…’
Ceinwen clasped a hand to her mouth and leaned against the wall of the corridor. She never knew a thing like that was possible. Focusing on their link, she sent Dru a flow of love, comfort and sympathy. There were no words to say. Nothing to share, other than those silent emotions. The need to find her brother only heightened. Picking up her pace she trotted down the stairwell and out into the Weyr bowl toward the infirmary. It was then that she caught a glimpse of E’dwyn leaving.
“Eddy! Eddy, wait,” she shouted and began to run toward him.
Tag E’dwyn
