Turnover, Two sevendays after Kalirith's clutching

[Khaleeco]

"Oh? Father likes the Jr. Weyrwoman. He talks quite highly of her... though, that doesn't mean much." Ania giggled. "Father likes his women. Of course, he's praised her as long as I can remember, so he's been trying to get into her skirts for ages it must seem. Yeah, I can see how she'd be dense, then."
She grasped Rune's hands excitedly when she said she could visit.
"Really? That'd be wonderful! I want to see the Weyr and see what it really is like! Truthfully, I'd given up on the dream since I'm almost too old to be whisked away by the infamous Search Rider. And married." She made a face. "Not that I really wanted a dragon. Too much responsibility. Plus all the bad reputations. I don't know how you deal with it all."

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"No one helps...?" Liv blinked then thought for a few moments. "... Have you asked?"
The words were careful and spoken slowly, the topic sensitive to the formerly independent girl.

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Rune smiled. "The Weyr's really not all that bad. I was a little nervous when I was, how did you phrase it? "Whisked away by the infamous search rider." But I'm so glad I went because I met Milesaith and M'tho. The two loves of my life." She held up the girl's hands. "I would really like you to come visit!"

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Elphie shook her head. "Well, they do when I fall over, but I can hear in their voices that they pity me. I hate being pitied. I wish I could have a friend who would just walk around with me and whisper to me when I need to stop walking or take a step to the right." She paused, then asked, "Liv, do you think you could help me?"

[Khaleeco]

"I want to visit! I'll have to visit sometime!" Aria nodded her head, happily clutching the other girl's hands. "And you'll show me around, right? And show me all the cute riders?"

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"...I, um..." Liv looked taken aback, then uncertain. "I don't know. I... I haven't been out-outside in... it's been a long time."

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((Copied from Flights~))

As much as down had disagreed with his over-full stomach, up was worse. As Tristh made valiant attempt to bank upwards after Siryenth, gravity reared its ugly head and lashed out at his stomach, dragging him down and tying his belly up in knots as his flight path slowly curved back down toward the bowl. He let out a gooey, moist belch followed by a moan, falling out of the fray. Mine, I don't feel right... He gave another painful, hiccuping belch and continued to weave through the air.

"Oh Shards..." In Lydri's weyr, Kayla suddenly paled, so caught up in her dragon's lust that when he sickened, she followed suit. Staggering out of the semi-circle around Lydri's bed, Kayla steadied herself against the wall and fought against the roiling feeling in her gut. She felt bile rising in her throat and fought against it, simultaneously cursing her dragon for being so foolish. She pulled herself away from his pain a little and was able to get to the ledge without being sick. She, unlike Tristh, had only eaten a snacky lunch, since the evening festivities were just getting underway when the flight began.

Tristh's belly was even further distended, bloating as he swallowed air during the stress of Flight, gurgling and twisting painfully as he coasted down toward Lydri's ledge. His eyes were quickly losing the violet hues of lust, exchanged instead for yellow anxiety and gray pain. He made a graceless landing, weaving his head from side to side as Kayla scrambled up, her own gut still cramping painfully in sympathy for her dragon. Kayla didn't even manage a sigh for a missed opportunity... Tristh was her concern now.

It hurts. It Hurts. IT HURTS. Tristh's mental voice was increasingly strained and loud the farther he coasted, dipping in low enough over the bowl to startle a group of weyrfolk on their way to the dining hall. He landed with a skid near the entrance to the healers' offices, his stomach still gurling and swinging beneath him.

Kayla leapt off as Tristh touched down, stumbling forward and trotting into the healers' muttering worriedly under her breath. It hurts. It Hurts. IT HURTS. Tristh's continued complaining echoed in her mind as she yelled into the dimly lit room, "Sylvia? Rhia?"

[Khaleeco]

((This is taking place later than where Siv is with the Liv thing since that I see as midday at the latest? Yeah.. yay! Siv in two timelines! ))

Sylvia was just heading out to enjoy some festivities, nearly colliding with the bluerider as she shouted into the room.
"Watch it!" She snapped, covering her ears. "What are you doing, yelling into a Healers?!"
Noticing who she'd nearly run into, she sighed and shook her head as she eyed Kayla up and down, voice losing most of its venom.
"You should know better than to shout like tha--" then she noticed Kayla's knots and realized who it was. Her tone changed back to its irritated and icy tone. "Oh. You. Well? What is it?! I've riders, male riders, that I want to talk with."

(( She's so kind! >> ))

This post has been edited by Khaleeco on Sep 29 2009, 11:34 AM