Brotherly advice

[Ceinwen and Drusillith]

Ceinwen was pacing. She had a lot on her mind but wasn't certain who to turn to. This was a very sensitive subject. Not one that she could talk to just anyone about. She had considered Sorelle. But she never knew what sort of response she would get from the woman. Sometimes she had pearls of wisdom, at other times Ceinwen left scratching her head uncertain if they had even had a conversation at all.

No, this was too important. It had to be someone that she trusted. Someone who would understand where she was coming from. Someone who would be sympathetic to her feelings.

'What about your brother, Ceinmine? Could he help ease your mind? You are quite distressed.' Drusillith did not understand what all the fuss was about. But, hers was evidently of a very different mindset.

"Yes, of course." Ceinwen was feeling hopeful at the suggestion. 'Please ask Yzarth if my brother would be kind enough to join me for klah?'

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[E'dwyn and Yzarth]

'Mine, I itch,' Yzarth cried out. He'd been like that for the past few minutes even though E'dwyn was doing his best to eliviate the itchiness as best he could with his injury. 'I'm working as fast as I can, love,' he replied, rubbing the sweet sand over his life mate's hide. 'I know but my shoulder itches badly,' Yzarth replied in a pitiful voice.

E'dwyn gave a short command to the young drudge that was helping him with this huge task, telling him to take care of the dragon's itchy shoulders. E'dwyn couldn't help but be a little upset with himself for not being able to care for his brown like he used to before the injury during threadfall. 'Don't feel bad, E'dmine,' the brown purred, nudging his' good arm gently. 'I think you're doing very well for someone as hurt as you are.'

E'dwyn had to smile. How was it that dragons knew just what to say to make theirs feel better when they were down. 'Maybe klah with Drusillith's will help? She says hers wants you to join her,' Yzarth added. 'Maybe that will help,' E'dwyn replied. 'Tell her I'll join her as soon as I'm done curing your itchiness.' Yzarth passed the message on to Drusillith as his began to finish up the bath.

Once Yzarth's bath was finished and his riding harness adorned his hide once more, it was E'dwyn's turn to get cleaned up. This was a queen rider he was going to see after all, even if it was his sister. Dressing in his usual riding attire, he climbed aboard the big brown's back and flew to the queen rider's weyr.

Yzarth landed on the ledge and E'dwyn slid off, catching a wince as his sore arm hit one of the buckles of his' harness. He wasn't about to worry Ceinwen over something like that. "You summoned me, miss?" he asked in typical E'dwyn fashion. Even injured, he was still light hearted.

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