The Best Source
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Writers: Halyonix, Heather
Date Posted: 30th January 2025
Characters: Rasme, Sareya, C'ris
Description: Sareya wants information on what happened to Kapera and seeks out the best source she has - Grandma Rasme.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 2, day 8 of Turn 12
Notes: Notes: Rasme will kill anyone who calls her "Grandma" to her face.
Sareya knew that there wouldn't be much as far as lessons that day. The Weyr definitely wasn't up to business as usual. It felt like everyone was holding their breath, waiting on...something. Were they waiting on Kapera to die? "That's an awful thing to think," Sareya chided herself sharply as she walked towards her grandmother's weyr. But the feeling of waiting remained.
"Hi Piketh," she greeted without any of her usual sunny manner. "Is Grandma up? I know she had a late night." Sareya had made sure that she wasn't there _early_ but it still might be early if Rasme had a late late night.
"Oh, Sareya..." it was C'ris, nude except for a barely-there animal print thong. Never one to be embarrassed by _anything_, the bluerider lifted a hand. "Rasme is awake. I'll tell her that you're here." The retired goldrider's lover turned and waltzed back into the one bedroom in the ground-level quarters.
"Oh, darling," his voice could be heard in a sing-song fashion, floating through the weyr. "Sareya is here."
At this point, Rasme appeared, already dressed in her infirmary attire. Her frizzy chin-length mop of hair was as tamed as it could be and tucked behind one ear.
"Good morning, Sareya."
When Sareya was done rolling her eyes at C'ris ("Really?!" she muttered at him as she followed him in), she turned her attention to her grandmother. "Good morning. I wasn't sure if you had a late night or not, with um....everything." She didn't want to bring up tragedy but also didn't want to _not_ bring it up. It had happened, it was important. It was awful. And if Sareya was going to be the best dragonhealer and future dragonrider, she wanted to learn everything, whether it pertained to dragonhealing or not.
Okay, maybe sometimes she was just morbidly curious and overstepped her bounds as the leader she saw herself. But it was her grandmother! She knew _everything_!
The retired goldrider arched an eyebrow, sniffing out her granddaughter's need for gossip immediately.
"If by 'late night' you mean, 'no night,' then yes, you figured correctly. We just had breakfast brought up if you want some," Rasme said as she gestured toward her dining table where a tray of freshly baked muffins and fruit waited.
"Oh, you're definitely going to need klah today," Sareya said as she bit into a muffin. An all nighter? That was bad! She sat down across from Rasme. "I guess...we're not doing lessons this morning?"
“No lessons,” Rasme confirmed as she took a seat and refreshed her cup of klah. “I know you’re here for the gossip,” she said to Sareya. “So tell me what you’ve already heard and I’ll fill on what I can.”
"I'm not--" Sareya started to deny it but closed her mouth. What _was_ she really here for? To help or to just...gossip? She wasn't here to spread _rumors_, that was for sure. And gossip was always this negative thing that others did. She wanted to know what happened! Was that gossiping? She scowled thoughtfully. "I want to know what _happened_, not just hearsay," she finally said. "Everyone's talking about it and no one has the answers and I thought that if anyone in the Weyr would know, it would be you."
Rasme never saw a reason to deal in anything but the truth. “Kapera was attacked in her weyr by….” Here the retired goldrider paused and swallowed. “By Zaverin.” She and Sareya had both worked in the dragon infirmary with the dragonless man on several occasions. Shells, she’d often spent time in the break room with the man playing dragonpoker between rounds.
**What in the name of Faranth made him decide to attack the Weyrwoman?** she wondered.
Sareya gaped. "Zaverin? But...but..._why_?!" This was astonishing, to the point of disbelief. Why would a former dragonrider attack the Weyrwoman? That was...that was -- Sareya didn't quite have the right word for it but it seemed like the utmost sort of betrayal.
"That's what we don't know yet. He will be questioned. When he's conscious." The last bit was muttered with barely concealed anger.
Her granddaughter gulped apprehensively. That didn't sound good at all. "Was he...was he hurt? Or are they..." Sometimes, she knew that healers would purposefully dose someone with fellis to keep them asleep for one reason or another. Usually because they were hurt and they needed to sleep in order to heal. But not knowing _why_ Zaverin did it was really important because... Well, it wouldn't _fix_ anything, probably, but knowing why meant that they could prevent it from happening again.
Sareya suddenly gasped with the terrible knowledge that something like this _could_ happen again!
"J'nus nearly killed him," Rasme said matter-of-factly before taking another sip of klah. "He hasn't healed enough to wake, yet."
"Oh," Sareya said simply. Dumbly. This was a _lot_ more than she had expected. She had expected someone outside of the Weyr. A nefarious Holdless! An infamous...okay, she had expected someone _else_, not one of their own. She didn't blame J'nus for his anger -- it was the utmost betrayal from within their own ranks! How would anyone trust anyone else again after this?
"Um...so then they don't know what they're going to do with him, I guess?" she asked Rasme.
"No, they don't. Not yet." Normally a decisive person, Rasme wasn't even sure herself what should be done with Zaverin. His actions were unpardonable. "Now, even though there are no lessons today, there's still plenty of chores around the dragon infirmary that need to be done. Shall we?" The retired goldrider stood, adjusting her dragonhealer and goldrider rank knots on her shoulder. **These are so bothersome,** she griped internally.
Sareya nodded. She quickly finished up her breakfast, brushed away the crumbs (wishing she could brush away the feeling of fear that now seemed to settle in her belly), and put on a brave face. The Weyr had to go on and Sareya was going to do her best to be a part of that, even if it was scary or uncertain. "Ready when you are!"
"Have a good day, ladies!" C'ris's voice sang out as the duo left.
Last updated on the January 30th 2025