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After Midnight; Tag: Ebony's Elisia
Topic Started: Feb 3 2015, 09:58 PM (500 Views)
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Midnight found Elmi being ushered into an empty seat near the hearth, a steaming cup of klah appearing on the table seconds before a tattered and heavy cloak was draped across her shoulders. Her protestations fell on deaf ears, and she could only watch in feigned-bad-temper as the stooped but sturdy figure pottered around – stoking the fire, fixing a second drink. The other woman soon returned with a second glass and a flask, and the contents of the latter were liberally splashed into both steaming mugs before she stiffly, laboriously, took the second seat. More than a decade Elmi had been working as a drudge, but she was no match at all for Marla. The ambush in its entirety had taken her mere moments. Elmi hadn’t even had a sip of her klah, yet, and was still deciding whether to scold her for the cloak or for the spirits – that is, which to scold her for first.

“We can’t have you catching a chill, Marla,” she settled on finally, only then moving to pick up her drink. The scratchy wool of the other woman’s cloak had bunched up around the chair, looming over her shoulders, but it was a comforting weight. Though springtime had come to Vaioa, the nights were still quite chilly.
“That’s what the spirits are for,” was the scratchy, but cheerful, reply; Marla had worked through half her mug’s contents already, and was topping it up again with whatever she had in the flask. Elmi could only shake her head, a smile breaking out despite her attempts to tuck it away.
“Well, then, let’s have it.”

Elmi had expected a bit of gossip, maybe some news; on this night, though, Marla only pulled a deck of cards from her pocket, and started dealing out a hand of Holds. It was better, frankly, than just sitting and talking; Elmi had always gotten on better with Telgar’s older residents than those nearer her own age, had spent many late nights and early mornings with the early-risers and troubled-sleepers just this way, but it was always best when she had something to do with her hands. Something to look at so she didn’t’ have to make eye contact, if she didn’t want to. She’d been pleased to discover, shortly after her transfer, that Vaioa had its own elderly population who were just as happy for her company. Marla, though, was by far her favorite.

Marla was in her late seventies, and though she claimed to have lost about two inches of height to a bad back, she still stood an alarming five-feet-ten-inches tall. She’d been a guard at Rubikon in her youth, and then a wherhandler at the Hold for decades, and not only did it still show, it was still obvious to even a casual observer that she’d been suited to the work from the start. Her shoulders were broad, hands the size of pie plates, build thick but not cumbersome. She was wrinkled and grizzled but her hair was dark, still, only faint traces of grey streaking back from her temples, and Elmi had identified her at once as a force of nature.

It wasn’t that, though, that’d lead to the evening card games and early-morning check-ins. When Elmi had first arrived, Marla had been quick to lend a hand, offer tips, or point her (and other workers) in the right direction – metaphorically and physically. She’d been just as quick, though, to rebuff conversation, to retreat at the first hint of camaraderie. Not, of course, that Elmi had experienced this first hand; she’d not tried any of those things. Didn't, as a rule. But she’d seen all of this, and in time had started to notice even more: that Marla was sleeping very little, or very poorly; that she thought herself something of a burden, being the age she was and now wherless; that even the people who addressed her as old friends were sometimes turned down for conversation, and where obviously surprised at it. She recognized the pattern; it was one she’d seen before, back at the Hold, and she recognized it as a sign of worse things to come. Elmi hadn’t done anything about it, except watch – hadn’t known that there was anything she could do. But Marla had noticed her watching, and that had been enough to earn Elmi a friend.

She couldn’t take any credit for the fact that Marla had been happier, more self-assured, these past few months – and that wasn’t modesty talking, simply a statement of fact. Elmi hadn’t helped, unless you counted playing cards and lending an ear - even in the beginning, Marla had always approached her first. Whatever the reason, though, Elmi was still keeping a sharp eye out, and she hadn’t overlooked the twice-weekly meetings Marla now hosted with old friends from the Hold; she’d even been invited to play poker with them, once. She hadn’t missed, either, that though the older woman was still marching around issuing orders, putting herself – and everyone around her – to work, there was no longer an edge of desperation behind it, like the work was the only thing keeping her going. She didn’t need to be needed, any longer; even better, she seemed confident that she was. It wasn’t like everything had been magically set to rights, but things were obviously taking a positive turn. Elmi didn’t question it – but she didn’t take it for granted, either.

Particularly on nights like this, wearing the woman’s probably-Rubikon-vintage winter cloak and sipping her way through a cup of very strong klah. She hadn’t seen much of her brother lately, busy as he was with weyrlinghood; they had breakfast every morning, but didn’t often have more than twenty minutes to spare. Regardless, between Vaioa’s ever-busy lower caverns and her newfound social group (all of them over the age of sixty seven, but no matter), she was settling in just fine. It was a breath of fresh air compared to Telgar, anyway, and though she had her suspicions as to how Jam was coping with his own situation (in a word: poorly), she didn’t know that she herself had ever been happier. It wasn’t a sing-from-the-heights, dance-on-the-tables happiness, but the deep contentment she found herself settling into was an important sort of happiness all its own – and she had her doubts, anyway, that the first type really existed.

So it was that half-past midnight found them two drinks and three games in: Elmi was one game up, but from the looks of it Marla would shortly be tying up the board. The dining hall was empty, save for a pair of their coworkers wolfing down a very late dinner and an enormous bronze firelizard snoozing in her lap, and Elmi hadn’t quite lost her smile.

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Singrid & Copper Wiliath | J'nai & Brown Elokith
Caylan & Grey Parath | El'jir & Blue Morrith
Savka & Blue Ripariath | N'din & Green Ingalath
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It had been one of those days once again. Kept busy for candlemarks on end, from before dawn to after dusk. And she'd only seen five people that day. Two of which had breakdowns during their sessions; becoming part of the reason she'd been so busy. As always though, she didn't mind. Keeping busy meant she was needed, being needed made her feel secure in her place within the Weyr. That was all she needed to make what some would call a tiring day into a really good one for herself. But her work was done and instead of going to bed as she honestly should, she was wandering the chilly night with her head fully of thoughts.

As always Dewdrop was curled around her neck, snuggled in close for warmth, and Epi was circling above them to keep an eye out for danger. Dewdrop gave her little peeps and chirps to Elisia to guide her around the Bowl as they made their way to the Dining Hall. Their owner got like that every now and then. Unable to sleep even after a busy day because her head was overflowing with thoughts, worries, ideas, and just random things. At the moment she had one persistent thought in the front of most of those worries. Food. Most other things they didn't really understand and saw them as silly human things but FOOD they understood. At least Epi certainly did. Dewdrop cared a lot more about all of their owners thinking things but she was just a sister. What did she know.

Dewdrop knew a whole lot, despite what her brother always thought. Knew more than he did at least. Knew perfectly well that their lady was not just going to the food place for eating. She was going there to check on someone cause they checked where the person slept but they had no answer which was unusual for them if they were home. So there was only one other place they'd be.

Going through the entrance to the Lower Caverns, Epi swooped down to land on Elisia's right shoulder but kept his head on a swivel. Dewdrop of course kept her eyes wide open and straight ahead to keep the woman from running into anything. Into the Night Hearth they went and Elisia paused to tighten up the shawl she had draped around her shoulders. Epi squeaked at being jostled but made no other complaint. Onward they went into the Dining Hall and Dewdrop went from wrapped around Elisia's neck to perked and alert. This place had many things that her Elisia could run into or trip over. They had to be careful.

All the while Elisia had made not a sound. Her ears finely tuned to Dewdrops guiding sounds and mind open for images to show her the way. She was also listening for any warnings from Epi but she doubted she'd have any trouble so late at night. With only a quick image to Dewdrop of the person she was looking for the little flit was in the air to fly a large and quick loop of the room and return with excited trills. They found her!

"Good job Dew!" The gold's reward a soft peck on her head as she landed back on Elisia's shoulder. Dewdrop cooed softly in response while Epi grunted with jealousy. "Shush you. You're doing good too." He got himself a little kiss as well and he settled right back down with a happy chirp. Elisia wandered over to the table with help from Dewdrop and she gave a warm smile to the elderly woman. At least in her direction, Dewdrop seemed a bit distracted for the first time that day. "Evening Marla. How are...Dew? What is it?"

Dewdrop had been so focused on finding the old human that she hadn't paid attention to the younger human also sitting at the table. She chirped in surprise, which was when Elisia expressed her concern. The gold cooed softly while sending an image to Elisia of the other girl, feeling very apologetic for having missed her.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had company." To anyone that didn't know Elisia that would have been a bizarre statement considering the 'company' was sitting in plain view of where Elisia stood near the table. "I apologize for intruding then. But would it be too bold to ask to join you two. I've found myself in need of some company." It was the way she always phrased wanting to see Marla. As the old woman didn't like her to outright say 'I'm checking up on you'. Elisia didn't really like saying that either since it made it sound so impersonal. She bowed her head respectfully to the other sitting at the table. "I'm Elisia by the way. I don't believe we've met. Who might you be?"

Meanwhile, Epi was twittering teases at Dewdrop for having made a mistake. The gold huffed and ignored her brown brother to gently glide from Elisia's shoulder to the table to approach Marla side of the table and sweetly chirp at the old woman. Dewdrop liked Marla and hoped for a little affection while her owner waited for a reply.
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Elmi’s smile vanished when she noticed someone sidling up to their table; darting a wary glance up at the newcomer, eyebrows furrowing into a speculative scowl, she only had a few moments to wonder at the odd introduction. While Elmi was accustomed to being overlooked, the woman seemed not to have seen her at all – taking into account the firelizards, though, Elmi was quickly putting the pieces together. She had a poor view of the woman’s eyes – the light was dim even near the hearth, at this time of night – but then, blindness was not always given away by cloudiness or discoloration. Even in better light, they might not have betrayed her at all.

She had no way of knowing whether her suspicions were correct, but she had a sinking suspicion she'd soon find out, as Marla was quick to offer the woman a welcome – a warm one, at that – and a seat. Elmi was perfectly content to sit back and let her, though she hoped she’d not need to get involved in whatever this turned out to be. Their fourth game was only half-finished, but she’d welcome an opportunity to slip away; not, she reflected ruefully, that Marla was likely to let her. Resigned to at least a little bit of small talk, she sat a bit straighter in her chair, eyes darting back and forth between the two women. The movement was more alert than suspicious, but left little doubt she was tracking their conversation quite closely; not inclined to ask questions, but curious all the same.

Marla, by contrast, was considerably more animated:
“Evening, Miss Elisia.” And then, barely waiting for Elisia to conclude her apology: “Not a problem, no problem at all – please, please, sit. Pull up a chair.”
By this point she’d stood and was shuffling around, fetching a third cup of klah; as was the woman’s habit, she neither asked Elisia whether she wanted any, or whether she wanted some of whatever was in the flask. In went two-thirds a cup of klah, followed by a liberal splash of the spirits, before the mug was set none-too-gently on the table within easy reach. Marla, Elmi suspected, had never done a gentle thing in her life – and it’d obviously served her well. She spoke fondly of her years as a guard, and then a wherhandler, and the old friends and coworkers who sometimes visited the Weyr never failed to greet her enthusiastically, and very warmly.

Regardless, Elmi was quite used to the older woman’s habits, and so her attention had returned more fixedly to their guest, trying to suss out whether this Elisia seemed familiar with them a well. So intent was she on her observation that she almost overlooked the question directed her way; eyebrows quirking up in some mixture of surprise and reluctance, she slid a glance at Marla’s to see the woman, returned to her seat, staring pointedly back. No help from that corner, then.
I don’t believe we’ve met.
“Don’t suppose we have,” she concurred, with a small shrug. There were plenty of people she interacted with, on a day-to-day basis, given her line of work, but she was very rarely formally introduced to anyone. “Name’s Elmi.”

Before she’d decided what information – if any – to tack onto the end of that, Marla mercifully intervened; the former-wherhandler had been successfully diverted by Dew, and was happily lavishing the lovely gold with chin scratches and cheek rubs, but she wasn’t oblivious to her young friend’s plight.
“She works here in the caverns, with me.”
And then, for Elmi’s benefit:
“Elisia’s our mindhealer. Don’t know that we had any before her, here at Vaioa, but she’s been helping us out for- well, actually, you were born here, weren’t you? Been around longer’n me, anyway.”
Though the last had been directed at Elisia, she promptly turned another question on Elmi:
“You have one of them, back at Telgar? A mindhealer?”

Elmi, who had sat still and quiet while Marla took charge of the introductions, let a beat of silence pass before answering, to be sure her friend was finished. When no other comments or questions were forthcoming, she cleared her throat – knowing it wouldn’t do much to make her voice less raspy or tone, consequently, less prickly – and answered:
“Er, no. I don’t think so. None that I ever heard of, anyway."
And then, curious in spite of herself, she turned back to Elisia.
"That keep you busy? Mindhealing?"
Better than outright admitting she didn't know what a mindhealer did, she supposed. The title itself was fairly self-explanatory, of course, but she didn't really have any idea what that entailed from a practical standpoint. She thought she remembered her brother mentioning the field some years ago, but could remember nothing of the conversation they'd been having.

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Singrid & Copper Wiliath | J'nai & Brown Elokith
Caylan & Grey Parath | El'jir & Blue Morrith
Savka & Blue Ripariath | N'din & Green Ingalath
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As expected Marla had waved off her apology and was already inviting her to sit with them. Elisia was quickly informed by Dewdrop and the sound of shuffling about, that the elderly woman was getting her a drink. There was no point stopping her, Elisia learned that the hard way once, so the mindhealer just took her seat and waited. She could only smile slightly at the familiar sounds of Marla's movements. Dewdrop barely had to show her what was going on. Once the cup was placed down she reached out to where Dew showed her it was located and wrapped her hands around it.

Epi was more focused on the stranger at the table. He didn't know them which meant they could be a threat. His eyes stayed narrowed and his body ready to pounce till he was told otherwise. Dewdrop had her eyes on the girl too while waiting for a response. Sending images as rapidly as possible to Elisia of the girl's expressions.

"Elmi. Simple and pretty. I've told you my name, and these two are Dewdrop," Elisia said while nodding her head in the gold's general direction. Dewdrop gave a sweet chirp in response. "And her brother Epi." She finished with a turn of her head to her shoulder and giving the brown a nuzzle. The brown puffed up proudly and chirped as well. Soon Dewdrop was distracted by the lavishing of affection from Marla. Becoming a cooing mess in her hands. Elisia smiled and listened to Marla's added information about the girl. Another Cavern's worker? Good to know. Elisia sipped her drink and had to hide a wince at the taste of spirits in the drink. Even with her great memory she always seemed to forget how Marla liked to put alcohol into her klah. She kept quiet and listened as the older woman told Elmi about Elisia's job.

Before she could answer the question about her being born at Vaioa she heard Marla's question to Elmi and instead turn her head in that direction. Dewdrop, no longer preoccupied by the delightful petting, turned her attention to the girl too. To give Elisia a better look at Elmi's reactions.

"I'm not surprised. Its not all that common apparently. I took on a job not many would want to." With how quiet Elmi had been during Elisia little visit she almost hadn't expected the curious question from her. Nonetheless, Elisia smiled sweetly at the girl and answered truthfully. "Yes. Very. Just like a normal Healer, who mends physical wounds of someone's body, I do my best to heal the wounds of the mind. Of course I've had a few doubters call it a 'waste of time' and 'mumbo jumbo'. Some of them are regular patients now." She couldn't help saying that with a slight smirk and a turning her head slightly toward Marla and then back toward Elmi.
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The woman seemed resigned to Marla’s drink-making in a way that suggested she’d been subjected to the process before. A hint of a smile flickered across Elmi’s features, but vanished quickly; she was still eyeing the mindhealer, and the firelizards accompanying her. The brown, in particular, was scrutinizing her intently and a little bit hostilely, reminding her of her own helper, who was every bit as distrustful of strangers. She spared a moment to be grateful Kynes hadn’t yet woken; she could do without the fuss he was likely to stir up.

She’d hoped Elisia would have been distracted by Marla’s question – buried, though it was, in the middle of several others – but alas, no such luck. Elmi was now tangled quite firmly in the conversation, though she supposed there were worse fates. She’d survive – and she’d always enjoyed Marla’s company, anyway. Possibly this other person would prove similarly agreeable. Indulging in another, fortifying sip of her own klah, she darted a glance at the gold firelizard – they were all looking at her now, shells – before returning her attention to Elisia.
I took on a job not many would want to do.
Elmi reflected on this, for a moment; seemed odd, given how popular healing of the physical variety was. Not that she’d had much by way of education, herself, but hopeful harpers and healers were everywhere, the fields two of the most respected.

Elisia’s description of her profession didn’t do much to assuage Elmi’s curiosity, though it introduced an intriguing new angle. Mumbo jumbo, eh? Her eyes narrowed, considering the matter, before she said:
“People get sick in all sortsa ways. Though I guess it’s trickier, what you do. Can’t just give a hurt like that time and a bit of numbweed.”
It was starting to make sense, now, the changes she’d seen in Marla. Elisia took on patients, it seemed, and some of them were regulars – she hadn’t known what to make of Marla’s improved attitude, or her more regularly entertaining friends from the Hold, but perhaps that had all been this woman’s influence. Whatever it meant to be a regular patient of Elisia’s, Marla seemed to be benefiting from it, and almost subconsciously Elmi’s tense posture began – slowly – to relax.

She subsided into silence, however, at Marla’s interjection:
“And how are you doing, dear?” – directed at Elisia.
Sitting back in her seat, she felt Kynes begin to stir in her lap, coaxed into consciousness by Elmi’s voice, the vibrations he could feel through her chest. She rested a hand gently on his spine, a mute request for him to behave, though she knew he’d likely be more curious for it. Untangling himself from the knot he’d curled into in his sleep, the bronze lifted his head to peer over the tabletop, surveying the scene. Marla he ignored outright, as someone he knew but didn’t particularly care for, but the brown and gold quickly seized his interest. And he didn’t like the look the brown was giving his person.

Slithering up onto the table, he stretched his considerable length out and reclined along the edge, staring balefully back. His posture remained relaxed, but his eyes were red-tinted, and Elmi shot him a quick glare. He wouldn’t act on it, she knew, but talking him out of menacing the newcomers would be more trouble than it was worth.

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Singrid & Copper Wiliath | J'nai & Brown Elokith
Caylan & Grey Parath | El'jir & Blue Morrith
Savka & Blue Ripariath | N'din & Green Ingalath
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Elisia smiled warmly at Elmi's words. Not many understood that about Mindhealing. Where a physical wound took just a bit of time and medicine to fix, mental ones could linger and cause harm for Turns after being received. Elmi seemed like a smart one, if a bit quiet, though that wasn't such a problem. She'd run into people who's idea of conversation was single syllable words and grunts. Best conversations she'd ever had.

"You're right. Its 'trickier', as you say. But I do enjoy my work. Helping others is something I've always wanted to do. In my own way." She took another sip of her drink while Dewdrop crawled her way over the table to get a closer look at Elmi. The gold was curious, just as Elisia was, but it was also for the familiar scent she was picking up. Another firelizard was nearby. She couldn't see him yet but she knew they were close. While her Gold was being nosy, she turned her head to listen to Marla's question. Did she answer truthfully? Or perhaps a little white lie to keep the ease of the visit?

"Fairly...stressed, to be honest. With both Weyr and Hold under pressure with what's happening with bandits and Rubikon I've been pretty busy. One bit of good news, that one ex-handler you sent my way? Helped him stop having those nightmares. Been doing much better." Elisia had chosen to tell the truth, and felt good for it. Lying just wasn't in her nature and especially not to someone like Marla. The older woman probably would have known she was lying anyway.

Epi's body tensed up and he let out a soft growl seeing the bronze finally make himself known. The brown's glare went from Elmi to the larger firelizard. Elisia frowned at the tension coming from Epi and reached up her free hand to brush against his body. With just a touch Epi got the hint he needed to calm down but as his body relaxed he kept his eyes on the bronze.

Dewdrop of course didn't see a threat, she saw someone knew to meet. With a delighted chirp she pranced her way over to the bronze and trilled a greeting. Epi never liked it when she'd get so friendly with strangers but it wasn't like she'd listen anyway. Part of what made her so likable to Elisia's patients was how sweet and cuddly she could be.

"Oh! You have a little one too. No wonder Epi was on edge. I apologize for that, he's very protective of both of us." Elisia smiled and hid a chuckle behind another sip of her drink.

[ooc: sorry this took so long! And sorry if its not that good. Life just keeps pulling me away it seems.]
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…It’s ‘trickier’, as you say…
Elmi hmmed in acknowledgment, though her eyes had darted over to Dewdrop, expression bemused and a little severe; the gold had turned away from Marla’s affections in order to scrutinize her, and Elmi was unused to such pointed and prolonged attention. Realizing Bitsa had been quite effectively diverted by Marla, she quirked an eyebrow at the curious gold in mute question; what did she want?

Marla, meanwhile, was cradling her mug of klah and nodding her sympathies.
…stressed, to be honest.
“All this nonsense – it was bad enough before the Pass, but now?” She shook her head despairingly, brows furrowing in discontent; there was a time she’d have been out there with the Troop, making herself useful and giving those spineless rogues what-for. Shells, but she missed it – and she missed Marsk more than anything.

She perked back up, though, at the mention of her old friend, and her severe expression mellowed swiftly.
“Good! That stubborn ol’ fool, he made such a fuss of it. Glad I finally convinced him to darken your doorstep.” She grinned, and caught Elmi watching them out of the corner of her eye – alert, maybe a little intrigued, but it was obvious the younger drudge had no intention of participating in the conversation until coaxed into it. Marla shot her an arch look, and if she hadn’t known the young woman so well, she’d have thought Elmi hadn’t noticed it. As it was, though, she saw how some of the tightness around the other drudge’s eyes eased; acknowledgment, and maybe a bit of amusement, though Elmi hid the rest of her expression in her klah, taking measured sips of the strong beverage.

That was about the time Kynes made his entrance, and seeing the ruckus he was already stirring up among his fellows, Marla rolled her eyes and chuckled. The bronze met Epi’s growl with one of his own, and Elmi reached up immediately to give his tail a tug – it wasn’t likely to distract him much, but if he was determined to make a pest of himself she’d pester right back.
“There he is,” Marla greeted the cantankerous firelizard – she always made a point of giving some sort of greeting, though whether it was a bid to win him over or irritate him further, she hadn’t yet decided. He was an annoying little bugger, though, that was for sure; as often as Elmi had assured her he didn’t much care for anyone, Marla couldn’t help taking it personally. It was a blow to her pride – she’d ridden a wher, had Impressed a firelizard herself back in the day, and she’d gotten along swimmingly with all the dragons she’d encountered during her tenure at the Weyr. They all liked her, shard it, the little ones as much as the bigger ones.

But not Kynes, and he shrunk back from Dewdrop’s bubbly greeting with a grumpy mrr. He was less antagonistic toward his fellow firelizards, however, than he was toward human strangers, and seeing that Epi had settled down a bit he steadily followed suit. Dewdrop seemed civil enough, and was pretty besides, and so eventually he snaked his head around, nudging his head closer to take a cautious sniff. It was still flat on the table – the better to glare up at Epi and Elisia – but some tentative blues were working their way into his red eyes.

Oh! You have a little one too…
“Oh, don’t you worry about that little shaffit,” Marla was saying, even as Elmi waved off the mindhealer’s concerns with a shrug and a muttered:
“Kynes doesn’t care much for strangers – ‘s nothing personal.” And if Epi picked a fight, in answer to Kynes’ growl, it’d probably do the sour-tempered bronze some good, though she refrained from saying so. Probably she and Elisia both hoped their firelizards were better behaved than that.

“Had a few riders and handlers pretty badly hurt, didn’t we?” Marla interjected, hoping to steer the conversation back to Rubikon – and any gossip concerning the conflict she might not already be privy to. Elisia likely knew more about how that'd all gone down than she did, but Elmi had a knack for picking up information too. New to the Weyr though she was, there was no telling what the other drudge might’ve heard.
“No wonder you’ve been busy – and I guess it’ll probably get worse, once they’re all well enough to be having proper sessions with you.”

OOC: No worries! Sorry about the delay, myself - and while I think the thread technically started before the plot ones went up, I saw an opportunity when Elisia mentioned Rubikon. Let me know if you'd like me to edit it/set the timeline before Warryn's capture, though.

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Elmi & Garnet Basteth | Az'riel & Copper Liyanth
Singrid & Copper Wiliath | J'nai & Brown Elokith
Caylan & Grey Parath | El'jir & Blue Morrith
Savka & Blue Ripariath | N'din & Green Ingalath
J'phel & Black Davoth | I'vend & Graphite Rerioth
Sankal & Black Sansk | Avry & Blue Ask

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Elisia was one to soak up everything going on around her using her senses that still worked. Dewdrop did her best to help but couldn't catch everything for her. Her skill at remembering things always came in handy when striking up conversations with people. Currently she was storing information about Elmi. A curious young girl. Very quiet but obviously felt comfortable around the older Marla. Though Elisia wanted to ask the girl a few things she didn't want to push and make a pest of herself. She'd rather be patient.

Kyne's appearance gave her new information to store away. Firelizards were amazingly good sources of information on their owners. From what Dewdrop showed her he was a handsome little thing and well fed, well cared for hide. Elmi seemed liked a good owner and that made Elisia smile.

"It's alright. I'm used to protective flits. As you can see, Epi can be a bit over protective." She said with a chuckle and a poke at her brown. Epi grunted in response though sent his owner a trickle of loving warmth. He knew she was just teasing him. He felt no shame in being as he was with his owner and sister. They were his whole world and he's protect them with his life.

Elisia listened to Marla and sighed sadly before responding. "Yes...On both sides. I despise violence and hate seeing such pain come from conflict. But I guess it couldn't be avoided. And you're right. Some that weren't hurt that badly were already sent to me. So much broken trust." She took another sip of her drink before tilting her head back toward Elmi's location. "What do you think about what's going on? I'm sure you have opinion as well. Most people seem to these days."

Dewdrop moved closer to Kynes and bumped her nose against his. She hated seeing fellow flits in a bad mood. Chirping sweetly she started nuzzling the top of his head. Crooning in a soothing way, like a mother to a child.
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As you can see, Epi can be a bit over protective.
She glanced up at the brown, a small grin stealing across her face.
“Well, if he wants to pick a fight with my boy, he’s welcome to give it a try. Would serve this little twit right.”
She took one hand from her warm cup of klah long enough to seize the bronze around the middle and give him a gentle shake. She was completely ignored – antagonistic though he might’ve been, not even Kynes could resist a friendly, and lovely, queen. She moved to bump her nose against his, and he sat tamely by and let her do it – which earned him a muttered “suck-up” from his person, but he ignored that too. When she moved closer to nuzzle the top of his head, he leaned in to the gesture and returned her croon with a contented rumble. Elmi, scandalized by his sudden good behavior, rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the conversation.

Marla was nodding along with Elisia. She’d been accustomed to violence as a wherhandler, of course, but the situation with Terema and her bandits had been… unique, and so unfortunate for everyone involved. She’d have loved to have taken a swing at some of those wherry-brains, herself, and her severe expression said as much.
“Broken trust,” she scoffed, voice heavy with resentment. “I just heard they were considering re-bonding some of those whers here. At Vaioa!” She hadn’t a clue whether it was true, but the mere suggestion was appalling.

Elmi – who had not yet caught wind of that rumor – drank in the new information with fascinated surprise. She’d rather expected the conversation to carry on without her, at this point, and so was surprised on two counts when Elisia turned to her with a question – not only was the mindhealer evidently intent on keeping her involved, but she was asking for her opinion. Marla’s would have been much more informed – and more relevant - but then, her feelings on the matter were fairly obvious. Elmi didn’t have any problem sharing her own opinion, even if it was rarely asked for – but in this particular case, she wasn’t sure she had much to offer. After a moment of quiet – startled – consideration, she shrugged and said:

“Well, I was at Telgar through most of it. Didn’t hear much, except from my brother, and he-” Catching herself, she frowned down into her klah. They didn’t need to know Jam had his own reasons for being invested in anything concerning the bandits.
“Well, he’s a weyrling here now.” Not the most graceful misdirection, but it was true, so hopefully it’d suffice. “Has a wherhandler friend who went along with the Troop, so the whole business had him pretty keyed up. Other’n that, though, I never really cared much one way or the other.”
It was perhaps callous of her to think so, and unwise to admit it, but it was the truth. Not that the attacking Candidates business was one she wouldn’t have condemned, but it wasn't a conflict she'd ever had any stake in – or any involvement with. No sense getting riled up when it wasn’t any of your business in the first place.
“Haven’t ever caused me any trouble. My father travels with a caravan – my brother did, too. They technically do some trading, but they're Holdless themselves. Never understood why some people kick up a fuss, just because some folks don’t want to live cooped up with the rest of us.”

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Singrid & Copper Wiliath | J'nai & Brown Elokith
Caylan & Grey Parath | El'jir & Blue Morrith
Savka & Blue Ripariath | N'din & Green Ingalath
J'phel & Black Davoth | I'vend & Graphite Rerioth
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Elisia could only chuckle at Elmi's words. Epi wasn't prone to starting fights unless provoked. But something had him especially riled about the bronze. It was probably the fact his sister was getting all chummy with him. Elisia couldn't see it but she could feel the contented mood of her gold and knew she was ok. Though her usual tension from not having her flit's help with sight was starting to creep into her. Dewdrop was now cuddling up to the bronze, something she did often with bigger firelizards. It was one of her ways of showing affection.

"I don't really see what the problem would be. The poor things will need a new home. A firm hand to teach them better. Better Vaioa than another bandit, right?" She always thought whers were precious things. Simpler in mind than a dragon but could be just as faithful and loyal if raised right. The idea that bandits had used them for such horrible acts broke her heart. She sipped at her drink while waiting for Elmi's opinion that she asked for. At first she wasn't sure if the girl would chime in at all till she finally spoke. It made her smile to hear the girl's input and she put her cup down and leaned forward on the table and rested her chin on her linked hands.

"That's is very understandable. If it had no real effect on you then there doesn't need to be a reason for you to care one way or another. Good to hear about your brother and I hope his friend is alright." Elisia smiled softly as she continued to speak in that soothing tone she always used. "And to be perfectly honest I see no problem with people not living in the Weyrs or Holds. Some live good and peaceful lives out there. But the bandits weren't peaceful. They stole from others and hurt people along the way. THAT is a real reason to 'kick up a fuss', as you put it."

She turned her head in the general direction of Marla and smiled brightly. "Could have some more? I'm starting to enjoy this conversation."
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