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07.Sep.18, 04:22 AM
Despite living in Ista having felt like being on fire for over a month, F’drel genuinely hadn’t anticipated actual fires starting on the island. He didn’t have any experience with fires, but being a dragonrider meant he and Miri had to help. The day had been spent rotating through evacuating holders, trying to stop the spread of the fires, and short rests for Halomirth — F’drel spent her rests helping settle the holders into the Weyr, finding food and whatever else a large group of people who didn’t have much time to pack needed. His time spent helping the Lower Caverns workers was actually useful sometimes, as he actually knew where things were kept, unlike one of the blueriders who’d been set to the same task while his dragon rested. The man thought that spare healing herbs were kept in the kitchen because kitchen herbs and healing herbs were ‘both plants, weren’t they?’
As much as F’drel didn’t like running around, fetching things for people who barked orders, and generally having flashbacks to his days of drudgery in Nabol, he did appreciate that the Weyrleaders knew greens weren’t able to go the entire day and let them rest a little periodically. Even with the rests, Halomirth still managed to get injured. Her jumps between always had been a bit too close, and this time it resulted in a singed wingtip. Thankfully it was nothing serious —it was the first time she’d gotten hurt, and F’drel had absolutely panicked about it anyway — but Miri had gotten the rest of the day off to heal. F’drel, of course, had to help around the Weyr once his dragon had been seen to, but he’d rather relive being a drudge than risk Miri hurting getting hurt further. The very idea made him shudder. No, he’d help settle in a gaggle of screaming children before he let Halomirth do anything that might aggravate her injury, no matter how minor it was.
Finally, after hours of dealing with scared holders and disgruntled weyrstaff and overworked dragonriders, F’drel could finally go to bed. He found a secluded bathroom to quickly wash at least some of the stench of smoke off him, and then headed back towards his weyr to check on Miri and then collapse. His feet dragged and F’drel was barely aware of the people in the halls around him, he was so exhausted by the day’s events.
As much as F’drel didn’t like running around, fetching things for people who barked orders, and generally having flashbacks to his days of drudgery in Nabol, he did appreciate that the Weyrleaders knew greens weren’t able to go the entire day and let them rest a little periodically. Even with the rests, Halomirth still managed to get injured. Her jumps between always had been a bit too close, and this time it resulted in a singed wingtip. Thankfully it was nothing serious —it was the first time she’d gotten hurt, and F’drel had absolutely panicked about it anyway — but Miri had gotten the rest of the day off to heal. F’drel, of course, had to help around the Weyr once his dragon had been seen to, but he’d rather relive being a drudge than risk Miri hurting getting hurt further. The very idea made him shudder. No, he’d help settle in a gaggle of screaming children before he let Halomirth do anything that might aggravate her injury, no matter how minor it was.
Finally, after hours of dealing with scared holders and disgruntled weyrstaff and overworked dragonriders, F’drel could finally go to bed. He found a secluded bathroom to quickly wash at least some of the stench of smoke off him, and then headed back towards his weyr to check on Miri and then collapse. His feet dragged and F’drel was barely aware of the people in the halls around him, he was so exhausted by the day’s events.
