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Post by C'lyn on Feb 5, 2010 18:47:29 GMT -5
C'lyn sighed as he rested his hip against an empty cot, rubbing his hands over his face. The beard he had grown since he'd had no time to shave during this whole ordeal, felt scruffy against his hands. He looked at his hands then clenched his fists and let them drop to his sides.
He felt dejected and angry. He felt that he hadn't done enough during the whole situation. He let his head fall forward and sighed softly, he should have been able to figure out what had been affecting the weyr, but he had never thought anyone would do such a horrible thing. He swore softly and smacked his fist against the cot mattress, causing his green flit to chirp softly in surprise and worry for her person.
He glanced at the green flit and shook his head. All he could think of was all those that had lost their lives. Even an unborn child had been lost because of the poison. He couldn't blame that green rider for following Crown and M'kel to that new Weyr they were establishing.
He stood up straight slowly and picked up his bag to make his rounds in the infirmary. To be honest all he wanted to do at the moment was find Gaylen and Rannell and hold them close for a long time, but he was a Healer and he had his duties he had to attend to first.
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Post by B'kay on Feb 7, 2010 15:19:15 GMT -5
Gaylen's body's reaction to the poison had been to try to burn it out with fever. Though recovered, she was gaunt and pale, and for the life of her never felt that she could get warm. Now, moving with a slight limp left over from the fever's assault on an already challenged brain, she pulled her shawl tighter around her as she moved through the halls of the Infirmary.
Ranny, with a young drudge ready to send Memory for her when the child woke, was napping. It was strange, though perhaps not so, that the child had had only minor symptoms. The young ones didn't drink the klah, after all, and Gaylen could not shake the feelings of irony over the fact that the child's dislike of eating any foods that "touched each other", such as in soup and stew, might have been his saving grace.
She turned the corner into C'lyn's office, just in time to see him lifting his treatment bag.
"Hello, love," she said, her voice still slightly hoarse from her long ordeal with illness, "Can I help?"
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Post by C'lyn on Feb 8, 2010 14:48:19 GMT -5
C'lyn looked up as he heard Gaylen's hoarse voice and he set his treatment bag back down as he stepped closer to her. He pulled her in to a tender hug and kissed her forehead. e couldn't help but want to cling to her. He had lost her once and had come to close to it again. He rested his forehead lightly against hers for a moment, simply soaking in being with her for a long moment.
He smiled at her softly, keeping an arm draped about her shoulders, trying to give her some of his warmth. "Of course you can help love. I've only a few patients I need to look in on and you know that I value your help and advice," he said, rubbing a hand lightly up and down her arm.
His smile faltered after a moment though and his shoulders slumped. He shook his head and when his spoke, his voice wavered. "Why wasn't I able to realize what was happening sooner?" he asked, his anguish clear in his voice. Greylith quickly sent reassuring and loving thoughts to her distressed rider. "We lost so many and I wasn't able to help them. You got sick and I couldn't do anything about it," he nearly whimpered as he ler his head hang, the fatigue and sorrow he was feeling showing clearly in the lines of his face. He was still pale and he had lost weight as well. He hadn't been hit as hard as many because he had been so busy taking care of those that were sick that he'd hardly taken the time to eat or drink.
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Post by B'kay on Feb 9, 2010 10:31:08 GMT -5
"Love," Gaylen said, leaning into and returning C'lyn's hug, "Neither of us suspected poison. We'd both dealt with contagions in a Weyr before, but treachery? Not that Artemis was perfect ... but it was always a safe place, at least safe from things like sabotage and mass murder...."
Her green eyes glazed over with tears. She wished she could shut out the faces, the memories, the longing to once again walk beside and laugh with those who had lost their lives. She had been unconscious when Alana had died and yet, still, deep within her fevered slumber, she knew. Alabanth's grief penetrated, and her heart and soul keened with those of the dragons.
"Even now," she added, "I can't fathom this happening here. Even though I know it has happened, my mind does not want to believe it's true. Dragonriders protect each other, they do not murder each other."
The haunted look on her face deepened, and it was obvious she was hesitating with a thought. Little gold Memory blinked from between, with clear impressions that she'd been attracted by her person's concern, and settled on her shoulder. She chirruped gently and brushed Gaylen's cheek with her head, sending images of a contentedly napping Rannell, with little green Wizzerd curled snugly against his shoulder. Since Gaylen's battle with the poison, the tiny queen had become very protective of Hers.
Gaylen sent love and thanks to the flitter, though it really was not Ranny, not this time, that she was worried about.
"C'lyn," she said softly, raising her eyes to his. "I've wanted to ask you, but ... with all the talk, with the Weyr splitting, I.... " She took a breath and just decided to say it, her voice trembling slightly. "You don't really believe Kitari could have done this, do you?"
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Post by C'lyn on Feb 11, 2010 14:20:45 GMT -5
C'lyn shook his head slowly, brushing fingers gently along Memory's neck briefly. "No, I don't think she did it. It Sitareh had still been here I could easly see her doing something so malicious, but I don't believe that Kitari is another Sitareh," he said, sighing softly.
"I certainly can't see anyone doing such a thing over jealousy. If that had been the case wouldn't she have just poisoned the one that she felt jealous or wary of? Why the whole Weyr?" He shook his head again and gently brushed his fingers along Gaylen's cheek.
"I don't know who did it. For all we know that person went with those that left with Crown," he said, closing his eyes. He knew that riders were watching over the kitchens now, making sure that food was safe to eat, but he and many others were still leery about eating. He couldn't bring himself to see those that left as traitors and worried for their safety and health.
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Post by B'kay on Feb 18, 2010 9:56:39 GMT -5
Gaylen nodded, relieved, as Memory chirruped pleasantly and brushed her muzzle against C'lyn's stroking finger. She was glad to know he didn't think Kitari was responsible, though she had to confess ... the fact that she'd hardly seen the new Weyrwoman at all since Alana's death made her worry.
She had seen B'kay, who seemed to be always in a foul and unsocial mood ... more than usual, that is ... stomping about the Weyr and tending to what weyrlings had stayed at Araelen. She imagined that Kitari's new duties kept her insanely busy. Or perhaps her timing was just off, and she and the goldrider were simply missing one another.
Another thought shifted the subject slightly in her mind, "You know," she said softly, "Not all of the Lord Holders were any too happy to have dragonriders return, even with Thread coming back. Their lands are well grubbed, after all. I can't help wondering if this very thing was why Sitareh wanted those whers patrolling. Could an outside spy have infiltrated the Weyr?" Her gaze went foggy as her mind, as it so often did these days, tried in vain to seek out any clues that might lead to a trail of answers.
She blinked, pulling her wandering mind back to the present. "How many are still ill?" she asked, nodding to his bag to return to the task at hand. "Anyone seriously?" She hoped that, now that the disaster was in the past, most had fully recovered.
Memory, soothed by her person's eased emotions, chipped, sent Gaylen an image of Ranny, and vanished between.
The bluerider chuckled. "Going to check on the little one," she muttered in explanation.
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Post by C'lyn on Feb 22, 2010 13:31:17 GMT -5
C'lyn frowned and rubbed the back of his neck, nodding slightly. "Perhaps you are right love. We should mention that thought to B'kay and see what he thinks. I doubt such a person would still be here, but it is still worth mentioning to the Weyrleaders," he said, rubbing his hand gently up and down her arm.
"Still a few getting their strength back, but nothing serious. The worst has passed," he assured her, smiling softly. He watched as Memory blinked out of sight and chuckled softly. "She worries as much about the boy as his foster mommy does," he said teasingly, bending close to kiss her cheek.
He had to admit, he had grown very fond of the boy as well and was very thankful that his eating habits had protected him from the worst of the poisoning. Ranny was an easy boy to love.
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Post by B'kay on Feb 23, 2010 11:54:29 GMT -5
Gaylen smiled, feeling odd, with mixed emotions unsettling her spirit. She kept trying to feel normal, to return to a routine, but the disturbing nature of reality continued to plague her.
"She does," the bluerider said softly, referring to Memory, "A true little mother. It makes me wonder if she'll ever clutch again. Though, truly, she has recovered wonderfully from the illness she suffered from her time-travels, she still sometimes seems ... thin ... to me." She frowned slightly, wondering if those words made full sense to anyone but her.
C'lyn's words about the recovering Weyrmembers brought her some comfort. "I'm so glad people are getting better," she said, knowing in a very personal way how lingering symptoms can sometimes take one by surprise. She would still experience slight dizzy spells, in a way she never had before, and was fairly certain the severity of her poison-induced fevers was behind them.
Thinking of B'kay, and of Kitari, and of the sabotage that had nearly destroyed the Weyr.... "I'm sure the Weyrleaders must have considered these angles, as well as many others -- surely more than my old brain can imagine," she said in a near whisper. "But, should one of us run into them, I guess it can't hurt to mention our concerns."
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