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About This Southern Business; Attn Ira/Merilla
Topic Started: Oct 7 2015, 07:33 PM (318 Views)
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Al'dai gritted his teeth against the searing, tearing pain in his side as Lerouth backwinged gingerly in to land. Despite the Bronze's efforts, the impact was jarring and the bolt of pain stole Al'di's breath for a time. When he had recovered, he slipped his hand underneath his tunic and felt desperately at the scarred-over wound on his flesh. Despite the horrible sensation that the wound was being torn open, there was no blood seeping out, no evidence that it had been anything but pain.

"Shard it!" Al'dai cursed, wishing to bring his hands down on a desk or hard surface but being foiled of even that satisfaction by the fact that he was still strapped in to Lerouth. With a deep sigh, he unstrapped himself and set about dismounting.

That, at least, was marginally easier. He could no longer strap up Lerouth nor mount with anything resembling the speed and skill that he used to be able to do, but he had at least improved over that first day back to his weyr.

As his feet found solid ground, he wearily turned his mind to what he would tell Merilla. Well, what was there to say? He'd been to see the Healers, but he'd known their assessment before they had even looked at him. He could tell it himself. He had reached a plateau. Sure, he was still slowly gaining stamina in his ability to walk, and stand on his own, and he needed the cane less and less... though unfortunately there was not much room for him to completely get rid of the cursed thing. But flying was still excruciating, with the long, twisted scar on his back and side hindering his ability to sit on Lerouth's back for any extended period. It hadn't gotten better, even a little bit.

Al'dai was prepared to hand in his resignation papers completely, but that would leave him with one position, and that was leech. A dragonrider who could not Fly against Thread was not a dragonrider at all. How could he, and Lerouth, contribute to the Weyr and to Pern as a whole? If he hadn't so desperately wanted to live, he would have contemplated suicide just for the sheer inconvenience he was becoming.

But Al'dai was not interested in ending his life, nor Lerouth's. At least he had been able to keep well on top of all of the business of running a Wing, even if not the practical side of it. So he was of some use still. But there was the grim truth that it looked like he might never be able to ride Lerouth again.

That was when Ashtar had made a proposition. It was sticky, because it was... experimental. It wouldn't hurt anything, but it wouldn't necessarily work. Normally, Ashtar would have thought about transferring Al'dai to Southern Boll. But in this case... Ashtar thought that Al'dai's greatest chance of improving was going South. Joining the team colonizing the Southern continent. He claimed, although Al'dai didn't know much about it, that humidity and warmth could have healing effects on damaged tissue. And if he combined that with medicines, applied topically...

In essence, Al'dai thought, leaning against the wall of his weyr as Lerouth moved in to the stone couch, his best shot of recovering the ability to ride Lerouth was moving South. That meant leaving Vaioa. And he wasn't sure how Merilla would react... if she would even be willing to come along. If it was even a practical option. Because if he accepted, then there was no doubt about his ability to give up even the small role as Wingleader that he retained. He couldn't do paperwork for Sandstone if he was in the South.

But there was the chance that he could become a rider again, and that was what he had been born to do.

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Not long after Lerouth landed on the weyrledge and disappeared inside, Endyrth too came drifting down after a leisurely evening flight, backwinging to land lightly on the ledge. The green heaved a contented sigh. In a like mood, Merilla leaned forward in the saddle to pat her dragon's neck and rest her hand on the warm hide. Comfortable, she was in no hurry to get out of the saddle; she would have happily flown all night if Endyrth had not grown tired.

I would like to get these straps off, Endyrth said at length. We can fly again tomorrow.

"Oh yes," Merilla sighed, unbuckling her straps. "We will." She dismounted and began unsaddling Endyrth, who had turned her attention away from their private moment to peer through the doorway. Merilla raised her eyebrows.

They are here, Endyrth said, answering her unspoken question. Merilla smiled to herself and pulled down the saddle. Once free, the green lumbered inside. Rolling the straps into some semblance of order, Merilla followed.

Hello Lerouth, Endyrth said as she crawled onto the couch to join the bronze. The green curled up beside him, resting her chin on one leg.

Merilla hung her straps and the saddle on the wall, grinning at Al'dai as she did so. Her weyrmate was leaning against the wall, looking—well... troubled. She tempered her smile, but did not douse it entirely. The concern that frequently gnawed at her was often unwarranted. Still...

"Hey there," she said, crossing to him. "You look pensive."
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Hello, Lerouth replied as Endyrth entered the dim of the weyr and found a spot on the stone couch. Unperturbed by his rider's anxiety, he relaxed onto the stone as well. Since it had become clear that Al'dai would live, Lerouth was less easily upset by distress over Infirmary trips. The new development was no cause for worry, either. Al'dai would sort it out.

The bronze's inner pair of lids flicked shut in contentment and he cocked his head to regard his mate. Was it a good flight?

Al'dai smiled to see Merilla, wind-tousled and flushed. There was nothing like riding on one's own dragon; and anybody who did not Impress could never have any chance of understanding how it felt when you were joined with your bonded lifemate, both body and soul as during a flight. On Merilla, it looked so devastatingly beautiful that for a moment Al'dai couldn't breathe. That was something he had not had for over half a turn now. Even in whatever mockery of flight he could now engage in, it wasn't the same.

He drew in his breath. If anything, that made the decision clear for him. It was a matter of whether or not Merilla would see it that way... and whether or not she would agree. He had to choose now between his home and his life, but the answer was obvious. He just hoped suddenly and desperately that he wouldn't have to choose between her, too.

Realizing now that what he really had to do was ask her, he drew her into an embrace, trying to think of a way to phrase it. If he even had the right to ask such a thing of her.

"Pensive, huh?" He released her and managed a smile, then turned and retrieved his cane from the hook on the wall next to where the straps would hang. "Ashtar gave me a lot to think about." He began, gingerly at first and then steadily, to move toward the inner weyr. There they could sit and talk, and perhaps enjoy some klah. "Shall we?"

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Yes, it was. Endyrth did not look at Lerouth, but shifted where she lay, seeking a more comfortable position against the larger dragon. One clawed foot scraped one more faint set of gouges in the already-worn stone. Finally, having laid her head atop one of Lerouth's forelegs instead and finding it a more agreeable position, she gave a gusty sigh.

A good evening for a flight. The currents are smooth, easy to ride. Merilla and I went far, out across the desert. How was your day? Endyrth peered at Al'dai as he spoke to Merilla, mentioning Ashtar, and had the feeling she would soon find out, even if she had not asked.

Merilla sank into Al'dai's embrace, winding her arms around him and tucking her head beneath his chin, so that her cheek rested on his chest. She would have been content to remain there, but he pulled away, out of her arms. She took the opportunity to shrug off her riding jacket; although glad for its protective warmth in the thin, high air, it had her roasting in a matter of minutes when she was on solid ground. She hung it on the hook where Al'dai retrieved his cane, and crossed to his other side to walk with him to the couch, one hand resting lightly on his back.

She hoped he did not perceive her closeness as protective hovering and take offense. In some part, of course, it was: a lasting habit born of days when Al'dai was much weaker and more likely to fall. Mostly, though, she just wanted contact, even if only a little. Al'dai had been making progress, but it was painfully slow, and his long absence during the start of his recovery left her feeling like there was lost time she needed to make up for.

Merilla went for the couch, pausing to let Al'dai sit first—and ready, as always, to help if he needed it.

"What did Ashtar have to say?" she asked with careful nonchalance. Mention of the healer always made her apprehensive—less so, now that Al'dai's health was in a less precarious state, but still. If there were hard news to be heard, it would come from his mouth first.
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Lerouth's inner eyelid flicked up, partly in contentment at Endyrth's closeness. But he was distracted; he needed to hear how the conversation would play out. At the Green's words, though, he redirected his gaze downward and took her in. There was an undercurrent of envy that bloomed at her words. He had enjoyed many nice, solitary flights recently; the currents were good at this time of year. But she had gone with Merilla, and there was no hope of him having a good flight, a long flight, with Al'dai. He recalled the emotion of joining Al'dai for a desert flight as dusk fell and cool came to the scorched land, the gradual sentimentality it brought out in his rider. That may be something he would not enjoy again, and for a moment he was overcome with an ache of regret. But no, there was still a chance, he remembered.

It was more of the same. I stayed here with Al'dai while he took care of Sandstone paperwork. Such tasks are becoming quite dull and routine. Wingleaders have a lot of work but he cannot do most of it. Solely administrative work does not suit Al'dai, I believe. This is a wearisome lifestyle. Yet it meant so much, that he could still fulfill the duties of Wingleader, if only in this limited capacity. But Lerouth did not see the point. Now, there would be no returning to his former state. It was time to give up the fraction of the title that he retained, give it to somebody who was able to fulfill the full duties of the office, and find peace at last.

I do miss drills, he added, unexpectedly.


Inside, Al'dai eased onto the couch, and settled to a comfortable position before holding out his arms for Merilla should she wish to nestle against him. His mouth was dry but he swallowed and nodded. No point in beating around the bush.

"Same as I noticed-- slow improvement with the cane, and no improvement when riding. But he had an idea." He paused, not sure of how to proceed, before rushing in. "He wants me and Lerouth to go South with the rest of the transfers, help set up Vaioa's outpost there. He says that he thinks-- if he understands the climate right-- that I may actually improve. In riding Lerouth. Because the warmth and humidity, combined with treatment..." He broke off and laughed shortly. "To tell you the truth, I think he wants me to go at least in part so that he can test his theory. But he does seem to believe that there is a chance for me to recover more." He fell silent for a moment, brooding on it, before continuing. "I don't think I will ever be the same. The scarring is too extensive. That wound should have killed me. But if I can recover enough range of motion to ride Lerouth without feeling as though I may die again... well, then I will be a rider again. I'm never going to be able to lead Sandstone like I have, but... I can fly again." That would be something, thought Al'dai glumly. It was a wild hope, and he didn't know how likely it was, but it was the only option he could think of. A shot in the dark, a wild idea from Ashtar's inner thoughts... but it was better than the alternative, which all but guaranteed that he would be grounded for the rest of his life. A slim hope was better than none. He inhaled again, bracing himself to say it aloud and make it real. "I'm going to go."

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It sounds wearisome, Endyrth replied, her upper lip curling up over her teeth briefly to demonstrate her distaste. She vaguely remembered Merilla doing the same kind of work as a Candidate Master, day in and day out, and couldn’t help but feel pleased that her rider had given it up and now had more time for baths at the water caverns and leisurely flights. And more time to spend with Al’dai, of course.

Thinking over Lerouth’s words, Endyrth felt a jolt of shame. Here she was, going on about how lovely her flight was with Merilla, when Lerouth was deprived of such a simple pleasure with his rider. Flight was always a joy, but it felt somehow incomplete without Merilla on her back, howling and laughing into the wind. How could Lerouth bear it?

I miss you at drills, Endyrth replied quietly.

Inside, Merilla eased onto the couch beside Al’dai, welcoming his embrace. She wriggled a bit, seeking to find a comfortable position, before finally nestling her head under Al’dai’s chin, resting against his chest. She could feel it rise and fall with his breathing, and took comfort in the faint thump of his heartbeat. She let herself relax, and lay there quietly as Al’dai nodded and related to her Ashtar’s words.

It took some effort not to shoot upright and stare at her weyrmate, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, when he said South. The first thing that came to her mind was the reports from the explorers, the vivid descriptions of terrible beasts and a wild, untamable landscape, a land rife with danger. Al’dai wanted to go there?

But, clamping down on her initial protests, Merilla let him continue, and turned his words over in her mind. The South was dangerous, yes, but if Ashtar thought the climate could help him… Faranth, if he could fly again… Merilla closed her eyes, resigned. If there was a chance…

Al’dai had already made his decision. He was going. Merilla sat up, wishing to look her weyrmate in the eyes.

“Well then,” she said simply. “I’m going, too.” She took a deep breath, then nodded.
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Al'dai sighed, looking straight into Merilla's eyes and trying to gauge her reaction. She didn't seem remotely off-put by the consideration of moving South. Of uprooting everything she'd known since Impression. He braced himself.

"Listen, Merilla, I--" He wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to convince her to stay, that was certain. In fact, all that he wanted was for her to come with him. But he didn't want her to throw her life away just to follow him. He smiled bitterly. "I don't want you to come just because I'm going. I want you there... with me... but I don't want to force you to move if you don't want to. The Southern continent is dangerous, full of unknowns." He looked around their weyr, made cozy from their shared life in it. "If you stayed in Vaioa, you could have the chance to live a normal life, be a normal dragonrider." Not be tied down to a cripple, he added silently.

Alright, the prospect of going South was a bit scary. And the odds of their survival seemed slim, given how little they knew about the South. And yet... Al'dai was still going. After all, their odds of surviving Threadfall were low, but they did it anyway. He felt his chest constrict and he reached for her hands. "If you wanted to stay... well, I don't want you to feel like you don't have a choice. I won't blame you for staying at Vaioa."


Lerouth snorted in amusement at Endyrth's reaction. I don't understand paperwork, he agreed. Much of this nonsense is boring anyway. It is probably similar to Candidate Master work, he reflected. Endyrth, no doubt, remembered the days when Merilla had such responsibilities; even in the abstract, at least.

He sighed and settled back into the stone. I hope we will not have to miss them forever. I do not think that we will.

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