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Tending the Nest; [Tag Ira]
Topic Started: May 17 2015, 07:16 PM (655 Views)
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Iyandrel did not watch Jerund as he left. She did not care where the strange little man had gone--though, to her chagrin, she saw that his wher had remained behind. That only meant that he was going to return at some point, no doubt to lecture her or try to force her to get back into the rut her life had fallen into. She snorted a dry laugh at the thought, then regarded Jerusk as the wher settled down on her other side.

Iyansk wagged his tail at the other brown, lips pulling back into a toothless, non-threatening smile as his eyes whirled greens and blues. For the moment, his concerns were briefly forgotten. The shift in her wher's attitude brought on a shift in her own, and Iyandrel chuckled when the other brown addressed her quietly. She shrugged one shoulder, considered the other wher for a long moment, then reached out to gently rest her hand against one of his two-toed paws. There was something comforting about the solid, steady presence of the two whers; she felt safe between them, like there was nothing on Pern that could hurt her while the two browns remained at their posts.

Her moment of peace was shattered, however, the moment Jerund returned. She had just been beginning to doze off when she heard his boots on her floor, heard her door open and close again. The woman let out a soft sigh, rolling her eyes to prepare herself for his no doubt well-meaning onslaught of words, before blinking when she saw that he had brought in two plates of food.

Iyandrel furrowed her brows, looking at the man with quiet suspicion as he sat down close by and slid a plate over to her. He said something about not having eaten, then began to lightly pick at the food on his plate as she merely stared at her own portion. Just as she was beginning to turn away from the meal, feeling queasy at the sight of it, his words cut through her like a knife to the bone.

"Help? I don't see how," she grumbled. "Last I checked, eating doesn't raise the dead."

She glared at him a moment, then glanced down at her plate once more. Iyansk whined beside her, gently nosing at her before making a big show of sniffing at the food.

Yum, yum! Tasty two-leg food! Smell good, smell reeeeeal good, Iyansk's should eat! Mm-hmm. Iyansk wish he had such nice food as Iyansk's, he said in a sing-song voice, tail lightly thumping the floor as it wagged. She rolled her eyes at him, though a wry smile tugged at the corners of her lips anyway. She had never thought of a wher as being intelligent enough to try and convince someone to do something with such childish antics.

Slowly, she shifted to sit up. As she looked at the food, glancing occasionally at Jerund as he ate his own food quietly, she felt her stomach rumble with long-repressed desire. Several moments passed before she finally reached out, taking up the plate with trembling hands, and slowly began to eat.

As the first bite of food passed her lips and made its way down her throat, she began to cry. She couldn't have said why; the tears came unbidden as she continued to eat in silence, feeling utterly ridiculous in this bizarre cosmic dance.

Yay Iyansk's! You eat so good! Such a good eat, her wher offered, eyes beaming with pride.

She laughed through her tears. Life was strange.
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Iyandrel's words stopped him, and Jerund looked up from his plate. He looked at Iyandrel, looked as if he had some retort forming on his tongue—then his gaze dropped back to his food without him saying a word. He continued eating.

Nothing raises the dead, Iyandrel, he would have sighed. But Iyandrel knew that already. She needed no reminder.

But she did still need to eat. Jerund was trying to think of a different argument to convince her, when Iyansk gave his own form of encouragement, and she reached out and took the plate. Jerund paused for a moment, looking faintly surprised as he watched Iyandrel take her first bite.

She began to cry after that—silently, but Jerund could see the tears running down her cheeks. He pretended not to notice, and looked away to give her some sort of privacy. They ate like that in silence.

Iyansk's bright compliments and Iyandrel's following laugh was music.

Yes, good! Good job! Jerusk added. He still lay next to the young brownhandler, and he nudged her encouragingly with his nose.

Presently, Jerund set aside his empty plate, feeling substantially better now that his stomach was full. "I can take your plate when you're done," he said quietly, glancing at Iyandrel's progress.

"Your youngest brother—what is his name?" If he could get her to focus on the living... "Do you know where he is?"
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