Bland Existence, Dull Food [open]

[Eimin of Esterth]

Eimin stood at the entrance to what had once been a Rider's private weyr, now turned into the make-shift kitchen/eating area. Shaking her head, Eimin gather her some food and quickly retired to a back table. When she neared the table, she tapped the chair with her foot and found that she didn't think it would hold even her slight weight, thus she moved back to the entrance of the weyr and sat against the wall. From her vantage point, she would see her Green resting not far on the ground.

Esterth . . . ., Eimin started, biting into the bland and dull piece of meat someone had been able to catch after the eruption. What do you . . . You must stop that, EiminMine . . . . . . Everything will be fine,

[/color] Esterth's cool voice caressed her Rider's mind, easing the young Greenrider for just a moment.

With the eruption not only taking a lot of Riders, along with the Queen and her Rider, but also Eimin's two loves, Esterth was surprised that her Rider had made it this far. Yet every day was a challenge and it seemed that more and more, she was having to drag Eimin from her bed, while the young Rider fell into fitful dreams.

"My heart hurts," Eimin whispered as she bite into the tasteless food, without even truly thinking about eating or keeping herself well. She sighed, placing her plate on the ground next to her and drew her legs up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her face on her knees, blocking out the surrounding bustle of the make-shift kitchens. Eimin? . . . . . Eimin![/color] the Green suddenly bugled, her head lifting from her nap and her body rising, as Eimin wasn't answering her. Please . . . . Esterth . . . . Just stop. I am alright, the young Greenrider sent out to the worried Green. She failed to see the yellow hue that swirled within Esterth's orbs.

Esterth settled back down, laying her body, but not her head. Softly, she closed off the link to Eimin, sending out a distress call out to Bronze Omnijth, or any dragon that could think of how to help her depressed Rider.[/size][/blockquote]

[T'laes of Omnijith]

Omnijith had been carefully readjusting the eggs on the sands. He was always cautious to touch them, somewhat afraid inherently that they might break, but equally he wanted them all to be proportionately warm. After all, what had the Queen's done out there on the 'Sands as they watch their young? The bronze wasn't sure, but he didn't want to do absolutely nothing about them. He'd been debating asking for help, of course, but the idea seemed stupid. How would anyone else know if he, a bronze, did not? However, Omnijith's head rose upward to greet the distressed call that met him regardless of the fact that he was not near it's source. He tilted his head before nosing one of the queen's eggs and looking at it.

No matter how intense any signal may have been that was sent to him, it made him instantly alert, so much so that T'laes suddenly got a headache, in fact, and the rider caught his chest as he looked up at Omnijith. What was the matter with him now?

Calm, T'laesmine. The bronze more instructed it than anything else, and T'laes looked at him skeptically before moving to cross his arms and almost yelped like a dog. Sharding arm. Sharding dragon - T'laes scowled as he plopped down onto the sands. He rarely left his dragon, it took Omnijith's suggesting before he moved.

Yes? What has happened? He'd taken a bit, but Omnijith responded to Esterth as soon as he'd located her call. His tone was a mixture of both urgency and fatigue alike. Omnijith had been spending all his time in mourning, mourning of mate, worried for his children. Another's worry - was somewhat uninvited, and yet Omnijith met all calls when other's sought him.

[Eimin of Esterth]

Esterth, though knowing good and well that Omnijth had the eggs left behind by his mate to take care of, and mourn his mate, had called out to the Bronze in order to bring her own Rider out of her slump. How does Yours deal with the loss of a loved one? Eimin refuses my help and I can't pull her from her memories, the Green hissed in outrage at her uselessness when it came to her own Rider.

Yet, unlike the Bronze, she had no problem asking for help. Better to ask for help than find out that a simple word from another could have helped ten times better. Her body was ridged as she waited for the Bronze to reply to her. She sent her sentaments about the eggs, though she didn't mention them, figuring the Bronze would be just as protective as his mate had been, if not more so. Mentioning the eggs with the Gold around had been a death sentence, if she could have gotten ahold of you, without leaving her eggs.

Eiminmine? . . . . Answer me. Please?

[/color] the Green purred in fear, as she lifted her head once more, noticing that the Greenrider hadn't moved from her drawn up position at the entrance of the make-shift kitchens. With everything haven been moved inward, Esterth couldn't just fly up there and pull Eimin from the kitchens. She was too big, and would have broken something, and caused even more damage. Thus she waited, hoping that Omnijth would know what to do.[/size][/blockquote]

[T'laes of Omnijith]

Omnijith had to think about it. Seven turns, and had T'laes ever actually been upset about the loss of a loved one? He hadn't loved Canaulia, that Omnijith knew, though he did mourn her slightly if only to himself. T'laes had lost fellow riders recently, and he'd only been acting out more, shouting at people a lot and dejectedly listening to Omnijith's advice more than usual. But the bronze had to truly debate the matter: did T'laes ever honestly lose a loved one? Omnijith was pretty sure the only "loved one" T'laes worried about was them, rider and dragon alone.

Mine does not love anyone but Omnijith the bronze stated, making sure to cut off his link to T'laes, who impatiently was staring up at him, expecting to hear what the matter was all about now. Omnijith seemed unwilling, however, to tell T'laes directly. Mine does not let himself close to others, but when he is sad he tends to be more careful that he will not become sad again.

The bronze curled about an egg, eying it carefully to make it was satisfactorily laying as it should, only to decide that it wasn't and thus he moved it again, thinking. How could he help Esterth to help Eimin? Aah, because Omnijith was upset at losing his Neziacath! T'laes had said to him that he'd forget about her soon, but Omnijith wasn't so sure. He kept remembering finding her there before he took her body between... It hurt him to think of, and he let out a small keen which instantly grabbed his rider's attention.

T'laes was up from where he'd been to run his hand over the bronze's foreleg, smiling up at him comfortingly. Link or not, that noise had been coming from his bronze too much lately for T'laes not to react. The bronzerider had been constantly worried for his dragon, who seemed more stressed than ever before in the late events, but the bronze was happy for the reassuring contact, showing him that his rider was there for him even when he didn't know what was wrong.

That might be the answer. Maybe she needs comfort from someone who is not her lovely Esterth? She mourns for human friends, then she may need humans. Come to keep me company; I need a second opinion on how this egg is laying. It does not seem right but perhaps a woman can help me on this. I will send my T'laes to.. where were you again?

[Eimin of Esterth]

At first, Esterth's head lowered as she thought that the Bronze would be unable to help her, when he stated that His didn't love anyone but the Bronze. Of course, it was understandable. All Rider's lived for their dragons, but most Rider's formed bonds with other humans, which was why Eimin was leaning against the make-shift kitchen wall, depressed and lonely. She had lost the only two humans that she was close too. An thus the difference between Yours and Mine, Esterth crooned, she shoulders slumping at her inability to help Eimin.

Then Omnijth stated that Eimin may need someone other than her dragon to comfort her. Though, Esterth's mind kind of halted as the Brozne called her 'lovely'. It was a rare honor to have such a higher ranking dragon complimenting her. Yet, when Omnijth called her to his side, as he was fretting over the position of an egg, Esterth understood. Mine is at the temporary kitchens . . . leaning against the opening wall, she stated, before flaring her wings. Eiminmine? . . . . . I will return shortly,

[/color] the Green stated, even as she braced her back legs and lunged into the air.

Eimin lifted her head as Esterth left, wondering where her Green could be going, and why she had shut down their link for so long. "Esterth?" she whispered, even as she lay her head back on her knees.[/size][/blockquote]

[T'laes of Omnijith]

Omnijith nosed T’laes, making the bronzerider stare up at him. “Decide to fill me in now?” the ride spoke softly, concerned as he was, in the voice that only his dragon ever seemed to hear. He ran his hand up Omnijith’s foreleg, moving to scratch beneath his chin adoringly. T’laesmine, go to the kitchens. Esterth’s needs someone to talk to.

T’laes squinted his eyes and sighed. Was that truly all that had been the matter? Someone needing to talk to him was nothing to fret over, nothing for Omnijith to cry out in mourning over, but T’laes didn’t ask specifics, merely mentally tossed up the question of Does it have to be me?

Ridermine, you should trust your Omnijith. He knows these things.

I was pretty sure you’re just a dimglow.

The dragon rumbled lightly, cheering from the usual banter that T’laes’s sharp tongue tended to offer, and Omnijith didn’t miss a beat.Better than a dead one such as a you. T’laes delivered a light smack to the skin of Omnijith’s chin before finally giving in. At least Omnijith’s eyes whirled contentedly now. T’laes wasn’t going to upset him by not listening.

“Fine, I’ll go, but don’t break any of the eggs rolling them about all day while I’m gone, for Faranth’s sake, all right?” The bronze rumbled again and T’laes somehow managed to crack a smile briefly before it disappeared and he waved, taking off toward the kitchens. They weren’t far, thankfully, now that they’d been moved into a rider’s weyr, not that T’laes walked with any bit of hurry to his step. Omnijith hadn’t been urgent about the issue, and so T’laes wasn’t going to be either.

Esterth’s was… Eimin, yes? The greenrider girl he’d assigned to Inferno. She was alive and kicking as far as he was aware. Just what could be the matter? Still, however, he looked around once he reached the kitchens to find her, spotting her curled up on herself. He stopped himself from simply referring to her as “greenrider”, barely. Tact had never been his strong suit. It was practically nonexistent for him when it came to interpersonal matters.

“Bad food?” he joked instead, though it came out more awkward than he’d expected, the joke mostly on whether she was in physical pain from the tasteless quality all the food seemed to have.

[Eimin of Esterth]

Esterth landed on the Sands as Omnjith's was moving off toward the kitchens. Thank you, Bronze Omnjith. Ever since that horrible day, Mine hasn't been the same, the Green crooned, staying a dragonlenght away from the eggs, so as not to upset the Bronze by coming to close. Now how is that I, a Green, should be of assitants to you?

Of course, when T'laes appraoched Eimin, the Greenrider hadn't even known that the Weyrleader had been near the kitchens. Yet, when he spoke to her, her head shot up and she nearly fell over in surprise. "Weyrleader T'laes!" she nearly shouted, her voice rising in surprise and uncertainty, as she scrambled up the wall, rising to her feet. "What? . . . . OH! No . . .the food is fine, my Weyrleader," the Greenrider stated, putting on a fake smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Of course, she tried to call out to Esterth, finding that the Green had shut down the link between them. It was like running into a solid wall, which caused Eimin to curse her dragon for leaving at the mercy of the well-known Weyrleader who wasn't so . . . . nice. "What brings you to the kitchens, Weyrleader T'laes?" she questioned, not being able to come up with anything else to ask the Weyrleader.

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