Who

Alyna, R'zel

What

Alyna and R'zel talk about the mystery illness - which seems to get ever more mysterious.

When

It is afternoon of the twenty-second day of the sixth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Nighthearth, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 16 Mar 2018 00:00

 

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Nighthearth

A comfortable nook, this natural extension of the living room is cozily attired with overstuffed chairs and a couple of well-worn loveseats. All have been covered in various shades of green, giving the very incongruous appeal of a miniature forest hidden away inside… a grove of man-made proportion. Fish stews and spicy white-wherry chili are often kept hot on the minor hearths east and west of the main, for those whose hours defy when meals are kept. Ornate, the largest hearth towers high, rich with carving and utilitarian in fashion: it holds court by providing the weyr with rich klah, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon wafting.


It's the middle of the afternoon and the Nighthearth is relatively quiet at this time. Maybe that's why Alyna chose this spot to curl up in one of those highback chairs with a good book. Every now and then she will giggle, or gasp, or even roll her eyes as she flips through the pages, one leg tossed over the stuffed armrest. Around her neck a gold firelizard is curled, small head up and looking down at the pages as if she too is interested in what is written there.

R'zel enters quietly, intent on reaching the hearth. He stands in a warm spot for a while before seeking refreshments, but for once he's not here for klah and stew. Instead, he helps himself to simpler fare: a mug of peppermint tea, which has become a popular addition to the drinks on offer here since the Weyr was gripped by stomach troubles, and a slice of bread, which he spears with a toasting fork and holds next to one of the hearth fires while he sips at this tea.

Alyna is intent on her book, but the movement does catch Jem's attention, and she turns her tiny head around to have a good look and cheeps softly when she spies R'zel. The noise is enough to pull the greenrider out of her book and look up to see what has caught her firelizard's attention. Spying R'zel, she sits up a little straighter before calling out, "Good afternoon Sir." And she'll be ready with a casual salute if he looks her way.

R'zel turns to reply, which moves his toast-to-be away from the heat. He's looking a little pale. "Alyna." He greets her with a nod and a smile. "Come to read in the warm? I can't say I blame you: Southern rain is fine when it's warm, but at this time of year it's miserable. Who's your little friend?"

"Yeah, I had sweeps this morning, I swear I was soaked to my bones." Alyna gives a little shudder as she sits forward, putting the book down on the armrest. "Been trying to warm myself through since then." she smiles amiably enough as she reaches up to scritch gently under the gold's chin. "This is Jem." She says fondly as the little queen trills musically in the direction of the bronzerider, her dark linned eyes whirling a calm blue. "So what are you up to Sir?" she asks conversationally.

"I just called in at the Infirmary to see Keitrill." R'zel turns back to the hearth to continue toasting, but keeps talking. "She's been pretty sick since yesterday, apparently, and they've taken her in. That's why she wasn't at drill." The brownrider question is always at drill, and anywhere else she ought to be, regular as clockwork - if Pern had clockwork. "She didn't look too good, I'm afraid."

Alyna sighs heavily, "Shards! Another one? I'm just glad I've yet to be hit." she says as she leans forward, her elbows on her knees as she peers at him at the hearth, "How long do they think she's going to be out of action? And do they still have no idea the cause of it?" she askes incredulously, the bug was no joke, she saw grown men brought down by it and it's getting more than a little concerning with how many riders are falling ill to it.

R'zel wrinkles his lips. "It's a weird thing. Some people are pretty sick but get well, and others seem to rumble on for days or sevendays. It sounds as if they're still not really sure what's causing it. I'm hoping Keitrill will be one of the quick- oh." He pulls his toast away from the flames just before it starts to char, and taps at it with his fingertips. Too hot to touch!

Alyna shakes her head with a sigh, "That's even more concerning. But I'm sure the healers will figure it out soon enough." She says hopefully while reaching up a finger to rub gently at Jem's little eyeridges. "Well if you need any help with anything, let me know. I'm in a much better headspace since Haquith flew so I probably won't screw it up." she says with a touch of self-deprecating sarcasm and a wry chuckle. Cause it's better to joke about one's foibles than linger on them.

"Yes, if it's not bad food, not bad water, and we're not catching it from each other, it's hard to see what's left!" R'zel takes a bit of his toast and chews without much sign of enjoyment. "Thanks, I will. She kept you hanging on for a while, didn't she." He washes the dry toast down with a mouthful of the herbal tea, then frowns. "Th'res had a theory about gas. I wonder if he ever followed it up."

Alyna lets out an exasperated sigh, "Yes she most certainly did. It was a long, very trying cycle, I'm just glad it's over with for now so I can get back to normal, not some irritated rage beast." Another long sigh as she shakes her head, "I really need to remember not to take anything on that's too stressful when it's that time, I didn't handle it too well." Then when Th'res is mentioned, her lips curl into a smile as she tilts her head to one side, "Gas huh? That's interesting. I guess he would know about that having been a Miner and all." she adds with fondness for her friend.

"Apparently watchwhers can sniff the stuff out, and they use them for that down mines." R'zel sounds mildly impressed at that ability. "Clever beasts. It might save the smiths some trouble if we had some creature that could do that in the water supply. Did you see them poking around in the baths?"

Alyna nods a little bit, "That is really interesting." she remarks about the watchwhers. Shaking her head at his last, she raises an eyebrow in question, "They think it could be coming from the baths?" the blond-haired woman shudders at that as she begins to feel like her skin is crawling and she rubs her arms idly as if to get rid of that feeling.

R'zel continues to nibble his toast as Alyna replies, washing each bite down with tea. He seems to be finding it hard going. "I think they've already looked at the drinking water - I suppose there's not much left. And the healers have been looking at what goes on in the kitchens and checking the meat's not bad, and so on. The journeyman who was treating Keitrill said he wasn't convinced it was something catching, though, so…" He shrugs. "I'm glad it's not my job to work it out."

Alyna shakes her head a little bit, slightly worried look on her face, "Well I hope they figure it out soon." she says as she watches him drink his tea and nibble his toast. "Are you feeling alright Sir?" she wonders out loud with some concern.

"I've felt better," R'zel admits. "You know when that boat came ashore? I was throwing up in a ditch somewhere near Island River. But I've been all right since then until the last couple of days. It's not bad; I'll be fine." Which is why he's having a late lunch of dry toast, of course. He ploughs resolutely through it. "Have you been all right?"

Alyna leans just slightly away from the bronzerider, real subtly, "You're getting it again? That can't be good." she says with concern creeping into her voice, causing her little queen to cheep worriedly, which is easily soothed with a soft scritch along her chin, "Shouldn't you get checked out? I mean, we only have you and Vani leading us right now." this thought is troubling to Alyna as she runs her hand back through her pale blonde locks. "Not that I would ever presume to tell you what to do, but the wing needs you fighting fit Sir." When he asks her how she's been, Alyna just chuckles, "I put too much alcohol in my system for any kind of bug to survive." she jests. "But no, I've been fine so far."

R'zel grins. "Now that sounds like a good excuse for a drink." His expression's more serious when he nods, accepting her point. "I will if it gets any worse. Can't tell people off for flying when they're not fit if I'm not fit myself, now, can I?" The last of the toast is followed by the last of the tea. "If it's the food, I did wonder about sending the whole Wing somewhere else for meals. I don't suppose that's much use as a plan if it's the water, though. Or the air."

"But if it was, in the air or in the water, wouldn't it be affecting everyone?" Alyna shrugs as she shakes her head, "Of course, I'm not a healer, but if you're saying they still haven't figured it out, then…" and she trails off with a another sigh. Putting her hands on her knees, Alyna gets to her feet with a little groan, stretching her petite form as she does so. "Well, I was going to head for a bath, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe I'll just go have a look and see if the Smiths are done in there." Turning back to R'zel, she offers him a smart salute, "I really hope you feel better soon, Sir. And let me know if I can do anything, take up the slack anywhere from those who are sick." If he doesn't have anything else to add, the greenrider with offer him a jovial wave over her shoulder as she heads out.

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