No Promises (1/2)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 15th April 2019

Characters: Cyradis, Timassa, Wylra, Wylra
Description: A painful history is revealed
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 25 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: K'deren
Part 1 of 2

Cyradis

Timassa

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Wylra sat at the bedside of her old friend, her hands gentle as they
lightly stroked back mussed hair. It had been close. So very close.
Her heart had nearly stopped when Yumath had roared in upset, knowing
deep down what it had meant. Even Ma'din had paled and she had had to
beat him back to keep him from going into the tent to demand that they
give D'hol the draught. She was exhausted, but looking at the sedated
face, she felt so much better. He was _alive_. That's all that
mattered.

"How's he doing," said a soft voice from the doorway. Cyradis could
see the pallor under his skin and was just a bit shaken by the whole
experience with Yumath. All the riders at Dolphin Cove were important
to her but this one more than most.

Wylra looked up at the voice, her hand pausing just a moment before
continuing. "They say he's going to make it as long as there's no
infection. But they gave him something to help with that. Some other
sort of medicine." The older women's hand trembled as she brushed a
knuckle over her eyes. "But it was close. I suppose you know that. "
The sigh she gave was shaky. "He's still doped up with fellis. But
that pretty Healer says that as long as his heart stays strong and
steady, he might even be up on his feet tomorrow. They come in and
check on him pretty regular."

"Yes," she acknowledged. There had been one moment there when her
heart had clenched fearing they'd lost him but thankfully Panitath
hadn't sent that along to Yumath." "That's good," she said and took a
few steps closer. Maybe she just wanted to see for herself that he was
actually breathing but she stared at him for a long moment. It was
obvious the older woman knew him and quite well and that puzzled
Cyradis but before she could even frame a question another head poked
itself into the room.

"Is he awake?" Timassa asked softly.

Wylra brows rose at the newcomer, then glanced at Cyradis. "He had his
eyes open about a candlemark ago, but he wasn't entirely himself.
They dosed him again for the pain. So, not yet. They said he'd wake
this evening maybe. I'll stick around until then." She leaned back
with a sigh. Her Girlath had appeared over the bowl at the worst of
it. The silly thing had insisted on coming, despite the aching bones,
so at least she wouldn't have to beg a ride back to Dragonsfall. She
peered up at the two and gave a tired smile. "Someone needs to stay
with the lad. "

"Of course," Cyradis nodded. "Do you need a place to sleep Wylra? I
can arrange something close for you..." Her voice trailed off as she
looked at the other greenrider.

"I could come back later," Timassa said. "I'm Timassa, His Wingthird
she said with a hand out to the older greenrider. "We're all concerned
about him," she added. And they were, several of the wingriders had
asked her for news. They knew Yumath wasn't gone but not much beyond
that.

Cyradis smiled and nodded at the greenrider. "It looks like they got
whatever this was out of him and it is _not_ the wasting disease. He
should wake up this evening from what Wylra has reported. You can go
ahead and inform his wing that at this point things are looking good
for their Wingleader."

"Thank you Weyrwoman," Timassa nodded and took one more look at D'hol.
She had no rights here. Nothing more than a certain affection for the
man. She wished she could reach out an touch him but now was not the
time. "Thank you both," she said.

"Actually, Wingthird," Wyrla caught the look that Cyradis did not and
interrupted as she rose with the help of her cane. "Would you be so
kind as to sit with him for about a candlemark? I need a break for a
meal and such." She looked back at Cyradis. "Care to join me,
Weyrwoman?"

"Of course," Timassa nodded. "Please take as long as you need." She
scooted around the table to where the older woman had been and seated
herself there.

Cyradis smiled. "I'd love to Wyrla," she said. "Chaysea has a lovely
spread laid out in the dining cavern. Or we can go to my weyr and I'll
have something sent up."

"Your weyr would be fine, Weyrwoman, if you don't mind. Thank you,
Timassa." Moving as quickly af she was able, Wylra followed Cyradis
out of the infirmary and to her weyr. As they walked, Wylra peered at
Cyradis. "I remember you now. You Impressed your Panitath at
Dragonsfall, didn't you? I didn't connect it before."

"I did," Cyradis smiled at the older woman. "Is that where I know you
from?" She shook her head as they walked out of the room. "That was a
long time ago."

Their voices faded and Timassa turned back to look at D'hol's sleeping
face. "You're a very complex one aren't you?" She said softly and
shook her head. She put one hand on his hair and looked him over. "So
all those twinges weren't old age after all huh?" Her eyes softened
and she stroked his hair. "There are a lot of people around here who
care about you. So you get well right? It was pretty brave the way you
tried to go out flaming though. Nice try." She thought back through
all the drills they'd been doing. He could have gone any time and no
one would have known. "Why didn't I meet you sooner," she chuckled at
herself. "But I'm too set in my ways now. My heart's too full and I
think yours is too. But I think we can be good friends." Timassa kept
talking to him telling him about the wing and happenings in the Weyr.

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