Who

Keelie, Gruffith

What

Keelie has a concussion.

When

It is evening of the first day of the third month of the ninth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Totally Unimportant Minor Holding, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 14 Oct 2016 04:00

 

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The cheshire cat was normal.



Totally Unimportant Minor Holding

This place is so minor compared to the rest of Pern that it's practically not even on the map. Yet, it hopes to someday be important. Small buildings scatter the area, presumably living spaces. There's one large one that likely serves as a communual eating and storage spot. It's not that exciting, sort of boring. But they've built a large square with a beautiful fountain and they're cultivating some really impressive gardens. One of these days, this place will be something.

They've also spent a lot of time on the docks, which are ambitious in how large they are. Usually there are just fishing vessels tied up here. But today? There are some really nice ones. Not to mention the temporary stalls and tents that have been set up along the beach, vendors selling their wares to the gather's attendents. Also there's food aplenty, music and the typical bonfire. They're hoping to make their mark on the world tonight. Aren't they going to be surprised?


Takes places after this event.

When Keelie had been asked by her wingleader Vi'ano to escort Renalde and Rylov to a remote location for their vacation, her first question had been why? His answer had been something about being a wilding and a dragonrider and that he needed a reliable wingrider that could get them away from danger if anything bad happened in case of an emergency. (Nothing at all to do with anything pirate-like.)

Well, at least they hadn't been trapped inside a cave this time.

That sharding man that grabbed her! Had he been a man? Yes. Had he hit her? The pain in the back of her head said so. The air smelled strongly of something. Numbweed? Fellis? Or peppermint? Her senses were confused. The glows hurt her eyes, but she wasn't supposed to close them for too long unless she fell asleep. The world, and her memories, were blurry. She hoped Rylov and Ravaith were ok.

She was in a private room she and M'noq had rented, away from the infirmary. There hadn't been any spare beds due to the firehead epidemic, and the locals were wisely trying to keep it contained. Even without the epidemic, Keelie was glad to be away from the infirmary. A healer was attending to her. Was he Lisette or Rielle or Arianne? No. No? What?

Her mindlink with Gruffith felt strange, oddly splintered, kind of upside down, the gnarled branches of his fabricated wonderland shattered like pieces of glass. She could sense his worry. She tried to reassure him. She wished she could touch him. She felt him like a wooly pressure inside her head, the cheshire cat floating between her ears, checking for damage. Or maybe that was the concussion. The cheshire cat was normal.

"M'noq." Just thinking about her weyrmate cheered her up a bit, even if someone was poking her with something cold — ooh that cloth felt amazing on her forehead. She was lying down, but had to sit up. Had M'noq checked himself for injuries? She could remember something about knives. Had he saved her? Had she bitten someone? What day was it? M'noq would want to contact his sister probably. Oh, she had a lovely green now…

"Stay awake, dragonrider." The healer's voice, firm but gentle, was like sandpaper to her ears.

Disgruntledly, she obeyed.

When M'noq returned, he had little news about the disappearance of Rylov. She asked him to tell her stupid jokes until she was allowed to sleep, although soon her head hurt too much and mostly she just leaned against him, wanting to be close. His fingers, twined in hers, felt reassuringly solid. Branches.

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