Motivational

Writers: Estelle, Avery
Date Posted: 20th February 2024

Characters: M'gan, Irrkali
Description: M'gan is injured, Irrkali comes to fuss.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 19 of Turn 11

Irrkali and Jeath were so tired after the Threadfall of the day. Rainy.
Windy. It had been dangerous conditions with a high replacement rate.
Probably for all wings - but the Queen’s Wing so often had injured and
recovering riders as a part of it, and Irrkali had made a recommendation
to pull out a bluerider who had been doing fine in drills but hadn’t
been doing great in the horrible conditions. When they were bathing
their dragons clean after it, she’d gone to check in with him and he’d
been stiff and sharp at her.

After the cleanup of her dragon was done and debrief was over, she
wanted to be cleaner than she’d get lake bathing her dragon in the heavy
runoff of all the dirt and ashes from every other dragon. **Maybe I can
use M’gan’s pool with him. I could go into it right now… surprise him…**
she thought. It was a bit of a bold thought, to go into his weyr without
him, but Isarth kept winning Jeath and they kept seeing each other.
Maybe it was escalating to a point where she could do that.

She asked her dragon where he was, only to get the awful news back that
- }: Isarth’s rider is in the Infirmary.:{

Anxiety spiked and her heart hammered painfully fast. She wanted to race
there immediately, but her hair was still a mess and her skin felt grimy.

**Tell Isarth I will be there soon. If his rider wants me.** Her fear
bled through to her dragon, and she wondered how much of that Jeath in
turn relayed.

She grabbed the first clothes that came to hand, a loose tunic and skirt
that needed sewing of a tear, ducked into the nearest public bathing
room and took the fastest bath ever, cleaning off the grime and rinsing
her hair before putting it into a messy twist. She’d comb through it
later, it was already tangled from the helmet.

She arrived at the Infirmary less than 15 minutes after she’d heard from
Jeath. A quick ask for directions and then she was at the right recovery
room. She didn’t know how bad it was or what she’d see, or what Isarth
had received from Jeath and told his rider. All she knew was that he had
been awake before.

“Hello?” She asked tentatively.

The bronzerider looked up from where he lay awkwardly on his side on an
infirmary bed. "Irrkali!" He raised himself up on his right elbow, his
evident relief at seeing her quickly giving way to a wince as the
movement stretched his injured back. His hair, dampened by the rain, was
beginning to dry and stick up at odd angles, and his face was still
darkened by dust apart from clean circles around his eyes where his
riding goggles had been. The scent of char and damp riding gear hung in
the air under the sharp infirmary smells of redwort and numbweed paste,
coming from the blackened and sodden remains of a wherhide jacket heaped
on a chair in the corner of the room.

"You're all right? And Jeath?" He'd heard as much from Isarth, but it
was reassuring to see her with his own eyes.

"It was just you, not Isarth? You're very lucky." She went to pull up a
chair, and as she took the open one her eyes caught the jacket on the
one next to it. She bit her lip, seeing clearly how bad it was, how much
worse it could have been if he hadn't been quick enough /between/.

She pulled over the chair and sat close to the bed, twisting a hand in
the hem of her tunic. "Neither of us were hurt."

"Good. Looks like my jacket was the main casualty, then." M'gan
grimaced. "A gust of wind blew the clump right into us from behind.
Awful weather. We were already down a green and a brown with minor
scorings, strands being blown everywhere before the rain could drown
them. I'm just glad it wasn't any worse. I'd go and see them, if I could
think of a way to sneak out without the healers noticing..." He tried to
sit up properly and gritted his teeth at the pain.

“It was a nice jacket, I’m sorry it was damaged. At least it was that
and not your hide.”

When she saw the way he winced, she said, “I’m not going to help you get
out of here. Not when you’re like that. I can go check on them for you,
if you’d like. Were the riders hurt, or the dragons?”

"The dragons, both, though I think B'zhare has some bruises and strains
from pulling up so they didn't hit the full clump. That was a fast
reaction, for him and his Saerinath," M'gan said, evidently proud of his
wingrider. "If you could drop by and let them know I hope they'll be
well soon, and I'll be by as soon as I'm released from here, I'd
appreciate it - you're not too busy?" After a Fall like that, a
wingthird could be as busy as a wingleader - one who wasn't stuck in
bed, anyway.

"For you, I'll find the time." It was a simple statement, yet one with
rather a lot of meaning.

His eyes widened a little, and met hers. "Thank you." It was something
any dragonrider would do for another, and more than that. Forgetting for
a moment where he was, he started to lean towards her, then grimaced
again at the spasm of pain as his back stretched. "Aah - shards, I wish
this hadn't happened. Not now."

She pulled the chair closer so she could reach for his hand, and
tilted her head. "Not now?"

"Now that we - we've been getting to know each other, and..." Shells, he
sounded like a new candidate fresh from the hold. He smiled. "Well, I'd
been hoping you might want to come and clean up after Fall in my weyr,
in the pool, but I suppose that's out."

"Know that I would have taken you up on that," she said, and smiled
ruefully. "Of course, we could always take a raincheck on that. Once
you can go back to your weyr and the healers have said it's safe to
soak, I could join you. Seems like you might need a hand with your
back."

M'gan's smile widened. "I might, indeed." Perhaps there was a silver
lining to the grey, roiling tangle of Thread that was this injury. "In
that case, I'll do my very best to heal up quickly so I can get out of
here."

"You'd be doing your best to heal up quickly regardless. None of us
like being stuck in here and unable to tend to our dragons," she
teased him.

"True, but not every rider has such a particular reason to get back to
their weyr as I do." He could picture that bathing pool very vividly.

She reached out to catch his hand and pressed her lips to it. "I'm
glad I'm motivational."

"That's one word to describe you. I'd go with irresistible..." Her lips
looked so very tempting and he tried to lean closer again, with the same
painful result. "Ah - Thread take this blasted injury!" He rested back
on the bed with a sigh. "I guess I'll have to wait for you to come to me?"

She let his hand go and leaned in to kiss him soft and gentle. "Tell
Jeath as soon as you're out. If you need a hand back to your weyr, and
not just for the pool. Because you could use a friend."

"I will. It'll be wonderful to spend some time together, despite the
circumstances." M'gan's smile was surprisingly bright and warm against
the dust and grime of Fall on his skin. "Thank you."

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