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Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 16th January 2014

Characters: Cyradis, D'hol
Description: Cyradis visits a hopeful dragon
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 4, day 14 of Turn 7

Cyradis

D'hol

Cyradis had visited the greenrider first and while complete recovery
was expected for the rider, his green had a broken wing that would
take some time to knit. So after all their losses recently that was
one more rider down with a very short list of replacements.

She leaned against the corridor wall for a moment as she dealt with
the pressure and took deep breaths to calm down. Then she turned
toward the room where D'hol lay unconscious.

Parting the curtains she stood in the doorway for a moment. Then nodded

toward the attendant who took the hint and exited the room to give the
Weyrwoman some privacy. Luckily his weyrmate was in class so Cyradis
didn't expect any interruptions on that front.

She walked over to the bed and couldn't help the deep sigh that
escaped as she looked down on the bruises and contusions that covered
his side. His face looked peaceful despite the massive bruise she
thought, like when she'd watched him sleeping in her arms.

Sitting down next to him she took his hand and reached out to smooth a
few hairs out of his eyes. "Come back," she said softly. "Come back
from where ever you are."

}: He will not wake. :{ The deep voice, resounding and sounding so
much like his rider's, intruded on Cyradis' thoughts. The bronze had
never before spoke to Cyradis, even when she and D'hol had been close.
The voice sounded weary and strained. }: He is deep within. He is
there, but not.:{ There was a sound of shifting in the cavern as
Yumath moved on the ledge he had been provided. Bandages covered his
side and along his wing joint, but he lifted his head to stare at
Cyradis with slowly whirling eyes.

Cyradis turned and bowed to the big bronze acknowledging the honor he
bestowed by speaking to her. "Are you comfortable? Does he feel the
pain?" She looked at the large trough that had held water and told
Panitath that Yumath needed more. She walked to Yumath and offered her
hand to scratch an eye ridge if he only leaned slightly in her
direction.

Yumath bobbed his head slowly and lowered it, pressing his muzzle
against Cyradis' side. It was a gesture of seeking comfort and as he
exhaled, his warm breath fluttered over her clothing. }: They give me
medicines. :{ His muscles ached and some times his wounds itched, but
he was being cared for well enough. His main concern was for his
rider, still laying quiet. }: I do not know if he feels the pain.
Speak to him. Bring him back to me. :{

She leaned against the giant bronze head and wrapped her arms around
him like she would have her own gold beauty. Her hands moved across
his eye ridges with as much comfort as she could give. "I promise you
I will try," she said knowing the bronze could understand her even if
they weren't linked. "And if you are in discomfort at any time just
let us know. We'll make sure the healers attend you."

Yumath gave a great, shuddering sigh, his eyes closing as he pressed
against the Weyrwoman again. He was careful of her condition, but it
did not stop him from gently nudging her towards his rider once again.
He lifted his head, peering down expectantly at her. It was as though
the bronze some how expected her to drag his rider out of his
unconsciousness by pure force of will, as though her history with
D'hol and his rider's feelings towards the woman could some how drag
him away from his deep rest. Yumath's tail tip twitched, smacking
lightly, but rhythmically upon the floor.

She got the message and with a final caress turned from the dragon to
his rider. Going around the bed she sat in the chair on the side where
he wasn't quite as badly injured and took his hand once again. Then
she began talking, just musing outloud more than anything else.
Smoothing his hair and smiling she told him of Kielya's latest antics
and how much she missed her story time. "She told me the other day
that you are far better at stories than any harper she's ever seen.
You should have heard her," Cyradis chuckled. "She had Kesten's nasal
tone as she quoted some math problem to me. We were laughing so hard
she almost didn't get her homework done."

Laying quietly, D'hol didn't respond to Cyradis' words, his hand
laying limply in her own. His breathing was deep, as though he was
only sleeping. Yumath hovered over both, his head weaving as he stared
at his rider, a soft pleading croon emerging from deep within his
chest. Suddenly, the bronze went utterly still eyes locked on D'hol;
there was a twitch of fingers within Cyradis', a hitch of breath and
for a moment it seemed as his eyes flickered under his lids. But then,
his breathing deepened again and settled into its previous rhythm.
Yumath slumped.

Cyradis gasped as his fingers moved in her hand. "D'hol," she called
him softly. "Can you hear me?" But he'd stopped moving and she could
read dragon body language well enough to know when Yumath's quick hope
faded. "Maybe he's just asleep," she said to the big bronze. "Does he
feel asleep?"

}:No. It was just a flicker. :{ Yumath laid his head beside the cot
and gave a hefty sigh. }: I have heard the Healers. If he does not
wake, he will die and then I will die. He can not eat or drink when he
is so deep within. He must wake and I do not know how to wake him.:{
The bronze sounded defeated. }: He always said he would die in a Fall.
Thank you, Panitath's...for trying. :{ The bronze quieted, his eyes on
the cot and not wavering.

"He's not going to _die_," she said firmly to the bronze. "We need you
both too badly." She turned back to the rider on the cot. "Do you hear
me D'hol? You're not going to die." She would have welcomed. his
perpetual sneer and biting comments in that moment if it was all he
could muster.

Yumath sighed deeply, his eyes remaining on the cot. It was obvious
that he had little more to say, his attention back solely on his
rider. But there was defeat and sorrow lacing those breaths, as though
the bronze simply could not bring himself out of his worry to believe
her. D'hol didn't respond to Cyradis' determination either, his hand
still remained unmoving in her own.

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