Who

Beris, Divale

What

Beris returns Divale's checking-on favour, coming to see how the brown rider is after her terrible injury.

When

It is noon of the twenty-eighth day of the sixth month of the tenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Lake Shore

OOC Date 23 Mar 2017 00:00

 

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Lake Shore

Sprawled out beyond the Weyr proper's hustling activity and ambling roads, the cool, blue paradise of the Weyr lake promises escape from the oppressive hammer of Igen summer's cruel climes; the asymmetrical, sandy white shores hook delicately around the deceptively still waters running deep and sure, greedy peninsulas reaching white fingers stretching in crooked lines towards its center. A sturdy shack, weather-beaten and brown as cured leather, resides in isolated splendor upon one such finger, screened shelving offering a variety of brushes and fragrant oils housed in colorful tureens. Out beyond a small and dusty paddock ringed by a white fence, a long rocky pier stabs out into the lake, providing a panoramic view of the Weyr itself, while the southern shores provide varied shrubs and grassed for the massed herds in their pens.


It's lunchtime and it's hot! Unbearably hot. Which makes the lake shore a pretty popular spot right about now, despite the looming threat of another sandstorm in the distance. Lukoith has picked one of the more reclusive spots, sprawled out and looking awfully comfortable while sunbathing. In the shadow cast by his mass, Divale has taken up refuge. She'd been swimming in the shallows in an effort to cool off and to also gently exercise her healing leg. It'd been a perfect idea, until the area became too crowded and she no longer felt social enough to deal with it. Having removed herself, she quietly broods where she sits, dressed in light fabrics and only her wounded leg exposed. That could be another reason why she's set herself apart. No one really needs to see that, while she works on readjusting some fresh bandages. Either the Healers have finally trusted her enough with basic care or… she's breaking rules again.

Seems like Beris isn't working today - either that, or she's left her uniform in the Tea Room for her venture up to the Weyr. In her loose linen trousers and a baggy cotton blouse, the wind tickles at her clothes as she makes her way along the beach, sandalled feet pressing prints into the sand. She appears to be squinting at the various people around, as if she's looking for someone. There're a lot of people, and she pauses, perhaps about to give up…but then the brown dragon off all on his own catches her attention, and Beris renews her efforts, heading at a quicker pace towards Lukoith, taking a wide approach so she can peer at the person in the brown's shade and make sure it is, indeed, Divale. She's not that good at picking out people's dragons. "Divale?" Beris calls, loud enough to be heard over the general beach hubbub, as she gets closer.

Beris might not be aware, but Lukoith was watching her approach the entire time though he feigns sleep. When it's obvious she's not turning away and actually looking for Divale, the brown rumbles and blinks open his eyes. A growl follows next, so low it's mostly felt than heard. "Don't be rude, Lukoith. Stop that nonsense…" Just as abrupt, the brown goes silent to Divale's chiding and exhales in a huffed breath, almost like a scoff. Fine. Ruin all his fun! Lukoith will give Beris a lingering look before, with an indifferent sigh, lowers his head again and actually does close his eyes and doze. "Sorry. He can be an ass, sometimes. Most of it is just display. You can come closer…" If Beris hasn't taken off running yet, Divale will motion for her to approach.

Woah, rumbling, growling. Beris stops her approach; swallows. Her eyes are just a liiiitle bit wider, wary, as she waits to see what the dragon's going to do. Apparently he isn't going to attack her - not right now, at least - but she still doesn't take any more steps. Divale's motion is the thing that prompts Beris to move, albeit tentatively, the remaining distance so she's near enough to talk. "You sure? Doesn't seem like he likes me…."

"Lukoith does that to everyone. He likes to intimidate, for the sake of his own amusement. He won't harm you, so long as you don't do anything to me." Divale explains, a bemused expression on her face for Beris' open apprehension. "He's resting now. You should see what he does to the dragon healer's when they try to help him if he gets scored. Think that was bad?" She scoffs, then lowers her head and focuses back on wrapping her leg. Beris could get a glimpse now, of the severity of the damage. Most of it has healed along her upper thigh and knee, but the worst of it is around her lower calf and ankle, including the foot. While it's partially hidden, it wouldn't be too difficult to realize she's missing her fifth toe, either. The other toes are damaged, too. Divale works slowly, cautious and checking to be sure the wrapping is done properly. "So what brings you here…?"

Beris pulls a face at the image that forms in her head. Lukoith is big. He has claws and teeth and a fearsome growl. Yeah, she can imagine those things. Now the immediate possibility of her death=by-dragon has passed, she finally takes notice of what Divale's doing, and the glimpse of the rider's exposed leg gets a wince of sympathy out of Beris. "I heard you'd got hurt in one of those shit Threadfalls, so I thought I'd come see how you are." Returning the favour after Divale came to check on her about the fleeing thieves, maybe? Her time as a healer's assistant is distant now, but this is someone she likes, so Beris offers: "d'you want some help doing that?" Watching Divale's slow, careful bandaging.

Divale quirks a brow as she pauses in her work long enough to peer up at Beris. "Either word spreads far or… you've been at the Weyr for sometime?" She's assuming that she's still living primarily in Kurkar Hold. There's a tight grimace that follows and a sharp gesture to her leg. "As you can see for yourself, I was. Lukoith was injured too but his was far lesser than mine. It'll be awhile before I am back to full strength." She won't bother to mask the bitterness there and the small note of surprise in the other girl's returning of a past favour. It must be appreciated or she knows Beris well enough that she gives a nod of agreement. "If you wouldn't mind? Keeping even tension is a bitch in most cases and far more when you're trying to do it yourself."

Beris shrugs. "Sometimes you catch bits of what people are talking about, at the Tea Room." She should probably quit staring at Divale's leg now, and drags her gaze up to the other woman's face. Though she can't understand the frustration that must come with being a dragonrider out of action, she gives a slow nod, a facial expression that looks sympathetic. "But…you're alive, so…that's a good thing. Could be worse." Maybe she's heard more about the 'fall than she's letting on. Whatever the case, Beris gets closer, kneeling down in the sand to help witht he bandaging. She's actually not too bad at it, keeping the tension tight without turning it into a tourniquet. "How long d'they think you'll be healing up?" She asks in a sort of conversational way, though she looks up at Divale with a hint of concern on her face.

Quiet understanding dawns and Divale scoffs. The Tea Room! Of course. She doesn't seem to care that Beris is staring. A lot of people have stared at her leg… It's just something she'll have to get used to, anytime she has it exposed. Smirking, she'll work with Beris on setting the rest of the bandaging in place. "I suppose you've a point. I could have got it to the back, like a lot of other riders have. Or to the arm or wrist… Or the chest or head. I think either of those last two might've killed me. Trauma alone…" It's a grim, depressing topic and Divale quickly shakes it off. "I am alive." She agrees there, at least. "And it'll be awhile longer yet. Most of the scoring has healed closed now… but it's mostly therapy at this point. Because of the damage to my foot and the lost toe, I've got to work on my balance again. It's not terrible but it's… significant enough."

Up this close to the leg and foot, Beris can really see what the damage is. She manages not to look too alarmed by the extent of it, but she can't entirely keep the grim look controlled. "Lucky, all in all, by the sounds of things," she says, letting that topic slip away before it gets too depressing for both of them. "Best place to be, I guess, with all the healers here. Plenty of people to help you out, right?"

"The Weyr does have a good, strong team," Divale agrees and she'll observe as Beris can't quite keep her grim expression under control. It seems to amuse her a bit and when the last of the bandage is set in place, she'll test its hold by carefully flexing her leg. Wincing, she nods and settles herself more comfortably. "So… Were you already in the Weyr and decided to come visit me? Or did you hitch a ride all the way from Kurkar? I didn't think I merited concern." Least of all from her. They know each other, sure but… beyond that?

With the bandaging done, and Divale apparently satisfied with the results (as much as she can be, to judge by her wince), Beris will shift so that she's sat cross-legged on the sand, opposite Divale, perfect for talking. Her hands toy with the sand at her sides, pushing down into it and letting it fill inbetween her spread fingers. She shrugs off the whole visiting thing. "I'm finished at the Tea Room for the morning. Figured I might as well come here before I go home." As if travelling all that way is no big deal. "Wanted to make sure you were alright. Maybe see S'rae while I'm here as well."

Divale blinks in slight surprise. "You work now, in the Tea Room? How long?" Before her injury, it'd been a favourite haunt of the brown rider's. Once she can travel farther without risking tiring herself, she'll probably start lurking there all the more. "You don't stay in the Weyr? And I'm sure S'rae will be glad to see you." They'll probably end up talking like this for some time. Tossing little tidbits back and forth without really delving into each other's lives or pasts. Even if they do, Divale's still a master at diverting the subject or weaving it so cryptically as to dissuade further inquiry. Eventually that sandstorm is going to start making its approach and, not wishing to be caught in it, Divale will grudgingly ask if Beris would mind accompanying her back to the ground level weyrs. One of them is Divale's temporary home and it'll be there that she'll wait out the storm.

Beris eases into the conversation surprisingly easily, actually giving up quite a bit of information. "About a Turn now, I think," she begins, as to her employment, and perhaps it's her willingness to get to know Divale better, or maybe the brownrider's masterful way of shifting the subject, but she does give up a few things without learning much more about Divale. And she'll happily help Divale when the time comes to retreat from the sandstorm's clutches, delivering the brownrider slowly but safely to her temporary home.

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