Filing a Complaint
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather, Iluva
Date Posted: 17th June 2025
Characters: Eyla, Rasme
Description: Rasme goes to blast the new Weyrdragonhealer, but finds Eyla instead.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 6, day 25 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Thiseta, V'maran, Xu'ma
It had rankled a little to hear that someone else had been offered the position of Weyrdragonhealer. With her experience and the color of Piketh's hide, Rasme had honestly expected the new Weyrwoman to offer _her_ the position. **Wouldn't a _goldrider_ make sense? You have the authority and presence to help hold injured dragons to keep them from going /between/?** This complaint was lodged toward Piketh, who was lolling about on her ledge, not paying her rider one bit of attention.
Piketh's lack of response irritated her rider. **You would care more about this if you -**
The gold's head swung about sharply in the direction of her rider. }:If I wasn't retired? If I could still have mating flights? If I was territorial? We help dragons; that is what we do. Why does it matter what title is attached to your name?:{
That drew Rasme up short. She hated it when Piketh was both rational and correct.
For the next two days, Rasme waited as patiently as she could for the new Weyrdragonhealer to settle in before she showed up at the woman's office.
"Eyla? Is that you?" She said in surprise when she saw the familiar figure of the greenrider who stood within.
In the few short days she'd been in her office, the mountain of files and reports had steadily gathered on the desk, swelling like a neatly arranged tide and growing taller still. At the tippy top of the peak that almost swallowed her short frame, a file lay belly up, completely defeating the need to sit to parse its contents.
Frowning, Eyla grabbed a stylus and quickly jotted down 'follow up - monitor heartrates' and closed it up again. Not before crossing the 't' at the end of Neddanth's name that someone else had forgotten. There. Better.
So many unfamiliar names and faces - dragonic and human - to absorb. And there were constant interruptions; constant questions, someone was always stopping by.
The doorway darkened with a figure and glancing up at her name wrote a hard wrinkle into her brow. But it faded just as quickly once she recognized the owner. "Rasme?" Eyla sidestepped her desk with a surprised grin. "What in Faranth's name... When did you get here?"
"Me? I've been here for two Turns. When did _you_ get here?" Rasme's one blue eye was bright and there was an uncharacteristic smile on her face as she strode over to the greenrider and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Let me look at you, Eyla. How long has it been?"
"It's only been two days, though it's starting to feel like Turns. Don't look too closely," Eyla chuckled, "or you might harm your--" The words cut off of their own accord, falling back into her throat with the weight of what she was seeing. She'd registered the dark splotch the moment she'd recognized the goldrider, but had taken it as shadow, as a trick of the eye while the rest of her was coming into focus. "Faranth, Rasme. What happened there?"
For a moment, Rasme was confused. "Oh," dawning showed on her face. One of her hands went up to gently touch the eye patch on her face. "Yes, I lost it in the first Turn that Thread fell. I've gotten so used to it now that sometimes I forget about it." Sometimes.
"That long?" Her voice went uncharacteristically soft, "Yes, we've changed quite a bit since we've been terrorizing the same place. It's been... what, almost two decades, hasn't it? More than that." Eyla pulled the goldrider into a hug, barely a breath of air between them. Pieces of the past slipped away like tides pulling toward the horizon. In their place, recommitting the new details of her old friend to memory. Then, smiling, she finally let her go. "Oh, and you've got your Master's knots, as well! I hate to say it, but just when you couldn't look like more of a badass, here you are."
Rasme barked out a laugh. "Thank you. I was actually on my way here to blast whoever the new Weyrdragonhealer was who had been promoted over _me_. But since it's you, I'll reconsider my statement that the new Weyrleader is a fool."
"With you coming at them with your flamethrower blazing? They would have quit on the spot." Eyla chuckled softly. "Sorry about that. To be honest, it was Thiseta who wrote and offered me the job. I was a little surprised myself. Everything is familiar of course, but very new. I think Thakkorth and I are going to like it here, though, and I'm pleased Q'vettan didn't have any issue with it. At least not that I've heard." She shot the other woman a sly look. "I expect there will be a few more busting in to give me several pieces of their minds before the seven-day is out."
"Xu'ma's too busy admiring his own stitch-work, so I think you're safe on that one." Rasme smirked a little. "Well, since I can no longer complain about the new Weyrdragonhealer, I'll have to settle on being offended that _V'maran_ of all people was asked to lead Cherry Wing when I am standing _right_ _here_." This was clearly the cue for more conversation so Rasme helped herself to a seat in Eyla's office.
"Mm." The greenrider rested a hip against the one bare spot on her overburdened desk, arms folding loosely. "He sounds positively awful. Tell me more."
Rasme sighed, never this dramatic around anyone else, but their old friendship gave her freedom. "Well, he's old and cantankerous for one." She could barely keep her lips from twitching with laughter. They both knew she was describing a person who wasn't wholly different than herself.
Eyla's lips nearly did the same, biting back a laugh that made the humor all the more pronounced in her twinkling eyes. "Well, we're all old and cranky." She finally said diplomatically, "But there's no way he shares your charm and good-humor, Rasme. What a shame. I can't say I'm too torn up about it, truthfully. Having you and Piketh here is going to make the mess of the job easier. I haven't been anywhere but Windswept, and that only happened because we lost Thayan Peak."
"I'll help however I can, of course. Dragonhealing is still my first, true love." Rasme heaved herself out of her chair. "I would apologize for barging in, but you'd know it wasn't sincere." The blonde pushed a lock of her frizzy hair out of her face. "Let's plan another 'catch-up' night when we can add several bottles of wine to our conversation."
"If anyone's going to barge in, I'm happy it's you." Eyla said fondly, slowly turning back to the stacks on her desk like something on the sea floor, a hand to her hip. "Barge in anytime." Then, over her shoulder, "That sounds great. You know, I'd love a weyrwarming present."
Last updated on the June 22nd 2025