06.Feb.12, 03:17 AM
Tsuen felt horrible. In fact, the Weyrwoman wanted to do little more than curl up in a corner of her hut and die, only she hadn't been able to step away from the wooden bucket by her bed for more than the few moments it took her to use the latrines most of the evening prior, and again this morning. Her brown hair was pulled back in a queue to keep it out of her face, and she had done little more than lay on her bed since the whole bout started after dinner the night before. She assumed she had ended up on the wrong side of redfruit in some way or another, though usually the cooks were good to warn her when the plant that gave her such problems was in a dish.
Laying back, the woman gave a sigh of relief. It had been about a candlemark since she had last needed her bucket; it appeared this session was over. She heaved herself out of bed, scooping up the handle of the bucket and beginning the relatively short but tedious walk to the river to wash it out. Having completed that task, she swung back by the hut to drop off the bucket and then freshened up to set out for the dining hall. Nirinath was looking egg-heavy, but gladly let Tsu fly to the dining hall, short distance though it was, on account of the Weyrwoman's paleness. When queried further, Nirinath would only say she was worried about her rider.
What she saw when they landed there, however, about knocked her off Nirinath's neck. There was a green in the air, her glow clearly showing this to be the beginning of her Flight, another green wiggled, apparently stuck in the Hall's doorway, and Ronarth was staring upwards with an intensity that had Nirinath worried. Sure he wasn't weyrmated to her; that didn't mean she had no right to be jealous during the time he spent as hers. She hissed at Larrikith and Ronarth, and Grith as well, for that matter till the Weyrwoman made herself heard. First order of business is Grith. Can you pop back over to the huts and pick up the first length of rope you see? She knew that there was one normally near her hut; she kept it untied unless she had laundry to hang to dry, and it was likely that Nirinath would grab that one. The butternut was back in a flash, rope coiled over her lower jaw. Tsuen flung one end under the left side of the dragon and then crawled underneath so she was in the food hall.
When she stood, the room spun and the Weyrwoman had to grab for a table before she fell down. When she was steady again, she wound the end of the rope over the dragon's neck, so that if pulled from behind it would hook on the wings, then crawled back under the other side, rope in hand. She tied a knot in the rope under the dragon's tail, then mounted Nirinath again. Nirinath, order Grith to calm down so we can pull her out without doing any damage to her, or any further damage to the dining hall. Grith. Cease moving. This also would make ingress to and egress from the hall much, much safer, if not easier.
Laying back, the woman gave a sigh of relief. It had been about a candlemark since she had last needed her bucket; it appeared this session was over. She heaved herself out of bed, scooping up the handle of the bucket and beginning the relatively short but tedious walk to the river to wash it out. Having completed that task, she swung back by the hut to drop off the bucket and then freshened up to set out for the dining hall. Nirinath was looking egg-heavy, but gladly let Tsu fly to the dining hall, short distance though it was, on account of the Weyrwoman's paleness. When queried further, Nirinath would only say she was worried about her rider.
What she saw when they landed there, however, about knocked her off Nirinath's neck. There was a green in the air, her glow clearly showing this to be the beginning of her Flight, another green wiggled, apparently stuck in the Hall's doorway, and Ronarth was staring upwards with an intensity that had Nirinath worried. Sure he wasn't weyrmated to her; that didn't mean she had no right to be jealous during the time he spent as hers. She hissed at Larrikith and Ronarth, and Grith as well, for that matter till the Weyrwoman made herself heard. First order of business is Grith. Can you pop back over to the huts and pick up the first length of rope you see? She knew that there was one normally near her hut; she kept it untied unless she had laundry to hang to dry, and it was likely that Nirinath would grab that one. The butternut was back in a flash, rope coiled over her lower jaw. Tsuen flung one end under the left side of the dragon and then crawled underneath so she was in the food hall.
When she stood, the room spun and the Weyrwoman had to grab for a table before she fell down. When she was steady again, she wound the end of the rope over the dragon's neck, so that if pulled from behind it would hook on the wings, then crawled back under the other side, rope in hand. She tied a knot in the rope under the dragon's tail, then mounted Nirinath again. Nirinath, order Grith to calm down so we can pull her out without doing any damage to her, or any further damage to the dining hall. Grith. Cease moving. This also would make ingress to and egress from the hall much, much safer, if not easier.
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[span style="background-color:#FFCF5B;"][color=#DD6206]Nirinath's Speech[/color][/span]