RCW: Cut Hand And Bruised Ego

Posted on Mon Dec 30th, 2024 @ 8:52pm by Green Rider Calarya & Brown Rider G'van
Edited on on Mon Dec 30th, 2024 @ 8:52pm

Mission: 3531 AL
Location: River Cove Weyr
Timeline: M 2 D20

”Stupid Weyrleader.” Calarya murmured as she sat in the dining cavern drinking juice and getting more worked up by the moment over drills. She had pretty much ripped the head off a new transfer to the point the young girl had burst into tears. She knew herself and Leith were proddy as she slammed down her mug and watched the mug shatter under her force but she had not realised how badly until that moment as she watched blood and juice swirl around the mess that she had made. So this was why A’ren had banned her from leaving the Weyr and generally advised her to go jump in the ocean to shimmer down.

G'van had just finished a shift with the dragon healers as he actually had some time off drills. He had a skin of wine and two mugs as he headed for his weyr but stopped when he heard the stomping around. “Cala?”

“G’van…” Calarya answered without looking up from the mess that she had created on the table. One of the women of the lower cavern noticed the mess and sighed heading towards the pair.

“What are you up to Wingsecond?” She tutted.

The brown rider frowned. His mate definitely didn't look happy. What had happened? He turned and headed back over to where she was. “What happened?”

“I slammed my cup down… I guess I did it a bit hard.” Calarya admitted looking at the mess. She leaned over to grab the woman's cloth but the drudge tutted at her again and shooed her away.

”I can do it.” The woman shook her head as she wiped up the wine before seeing blood. “Oh my… are you okay Calarya?”

That didn't sound like Calarya. “just a little hard? What really happened?” G’van sighed when he caught sight of the blood the drudge had noticed. “Come on, love. Let's get that hand looked at.”

The drudge smiled at the pair as picked up the remains of the mug. “I am sorry Yulisha.” Calarya sighed standing to her feet and followed him to what she suspected was the infirmary. She was cross but she really had just slammed the mug down in frustration and nothing more. “I really did just slam it down hard.” She sighed.

G'van smiled at the drudge before gently leading Calarya away. He moved around getting bandages and clean water along with a few other supplies. “I believe that part but what made you slam it in the first place?”

Calarya watched him moving around as she sat on the nearest cot to the door still squeezing her hand close. “Oh the Weyrleader. He told me to go jump in the lake and banned me from leaving the Weyr.” She admitted softly so that no one else could hear her. It was embarrassing at 33 turns to being treated like a weyrling.

G'van returned to her side with a wet cloth and gently started to clean the blood off so he could see how bad the cut really was. “Banned you from leaving the Weyr? Why?” That didn't sound like A'ren.

“Because I am acting like a watchwher forced into sunlight or a feline in heat. I made someone cry.” She grumbled shifting her boots awkwardly as she kept her hand closed.

The brown rider stared at his mate in shock. “You made someone cry? Cala that doesn't sound like you.” He finally got her to loosen her hand enough to see the gash. “Might just need a couple of tiny stitches.”

Stitches in her hand meant she would not do well-flying thread for a sevenday or so, she thought to herself with a roll of her eyes. If A’ren had not sent her out of drills she would not have to miss out she decided it was punishment for them both. “Well I did,” Calarya said simply with a shrug. She felt bad about it enough now that she was reflecting a little more. “I can’t help it that Leith is going to rise.” She muttered and winced as he got her hand open to look at it.

“I know I know. It's not ideal. I could try just bandages but not sure that will hold,” he offered. He would go that route if that was what she wanted. G'van looked up at his mate. “That explains a bit.” Leith rising always put Calarya in a mood.

“Just stitch. It's his fault anyway for ripping my head off when I ripped the girl's head off if he is Wing light.” Calarya looked at her mate and narrowed her eyes. “Does it now? Did not hear you complINING = this morning.” She hissed as he managed to fish out a shard of the cup from the wound.

“Hey now,” G'van soothed as he spread some numbweed over her hand once he had cleaned it. “Things happen. You'll be fine. I am great at stitching,” he joked, threading the needle.

“I should have just jumped in the lake.” She muttered as Nikolai walked by took one look at the wing second practically glowering and changed his mind in offering to help. He did not have the patience for proddy green riders. “You are great at stitching.” She finally stated as she numbweed took effect and her hand relaxed enough to make it easier to sew her back together.

The brown rider frowned at his mate. “Cala,” he crooned. “That's enough. All is fine.” He knew it was the proddy green talking but it was still hard. He just shook his head as he carefully set to work on the stitches.

Calarya glowered at him but said nothing watching him stitch up her hand in very small stitches. She had to admit for a man who worked so much on dragons he was very delicate. “Thank you.” She finally breathed.

He quickly finished and wrapped a bandage around her hand to keep it clean and hopefully keep her from bumping it for a bit. “Of course,” he smiled, cleaning up the bandages and other supplies.

Calarya stretched her hand open and closed and sighed in relief that she felt nothing for now. It would hurt later on but for now she was satisfied it would not cause any more trouble for now. “So…” She questioned awkwardly.

“So,” G'van smiled. “You wing second are going to take at easy with that hand and no more scaring little weyrlings,” he teased, putting everything back and picking up what he had been in the cavern for originally.

Calarya just rolled her eyes at him before noticing him picking up the wineskin and mugs. The girl was practically a wing rider and should have known better in her opinion but she knew she should have been slightly calmer in her approach. “Mmmhmm… and just what were you planning with that wineskin?” She challenged in a less aggressive voice than she had since they had caught up.

He glanced over his shoulder with a grin. “Well, I had planned on finding my mate and seeing if she cared to share a drink with me. You haven't seen her around have you?” He teased.

The woman narrowed her eyes and shook her head. “Afraid not. Very poor mate if you have lost her.” She murmured back seeing how much of a good mood he was in. She did not want to ruin it with her behaviour.

The brown rider grinned. “She does have a tendency to disappear on me,” he admitted. “Maybe I should just start following her everywhere.”

“I am sure the Weyrleader would appreciate that,” Calarya smirked as she took the wineskin from him.

“It would be entertaining to see,” G'van grinned as Calarya took the wineskin.

At least one of them was happy and not feeling like she was in the wrong skin. “Come on G’van before A’ren comes looking for me. I am not in the mood to deal with him.” She grabbed his hand done with the pretending now.

G'van knew better than to argue. Especially with Leith so close to rising. He chose to just let his mate tug him along.

Calayra stayed quiet, too deep in her thoughts to argue until she got to their weyr before she let the man go, setting down the skin. She stopped for a moment just letting the familiarity of the weyr wash over her and get rid of the anger she felt outside towards people. She ventured out to where the green was sunning herself looking practically glowing. “Not long hmm sweetheart.” It would not be today but certainly first thing in the morning.

G'van let Calarya go check on her green where Dystath was sunny himself as well. He moved around weyr, picking up a few things as he waited for Calarya to return.

The woman took a little longer than necessary wanting to center herself and not just delve into her emotions. She was not just some weyrling experiencing her first flight; she had done this close to 3-4 times every turn for nearly 15 turns. She knew better. “I am sorry.” She declared as she returned watching him tidy things up.

He turned at her voice, noticing she seemed much calmer now. G'van shook his head. “It's fine. I've seen what upcoming flights can do to the riders.” He held up the wineskin she had left behind. “Wine?”

“No excuses G’van. I am not some child.” She murmured sadly as she moved to join him. She ran her fingers along his arm and nodded - wine sounded lovely and had been her thought before she broke the mug. “That would be lovely.” She assured sitting at her desk looking at the random items she had left from the past couple of days.

If that was how she felt he wouldn't push. He gave her a smile as he found two mugs and poured the wine. “No breaking this one “ he teased her to get her smiling again.

The woman shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I will try not to.” She finally smiled before taking the mug and took a sip. “Good wine. Southern and definitely not Northern.” She approved saluting him with her mug.

“Wouldn't get any other kind,” he assured her as he took a sip of his own. Now maybe they could have a few minutes of peace.

Calarya smiled and turned to survey the desk still. G’van had done such a good job of tidying it only felt fair that she sorted out the mess she had made of the desk area. It might make her mind a little better with some order. She sat there for nearly half a candlemark quietly putting things away, in the bin or in a pile to return to the Weyrleaders office. “What are your duties tomorrow morning?” She wondered quietly.

G'van sipped on his wine, having finished the tidying he was doing. “Actually free morning. I don't have drills til early afternoon,” he answered.

The woman turned to look at him leaning her chin against the back as she looked at him thoughtfully. “Is Dystath going to chase?” She asked gently.

He raised a brow at her. “Do you really have to ask? Of course, he is. When has he not?” G'van grinned. “Plus I don't plan on sharing my mate.”

“Well, I have been difficult to live with this last week between Leith being proddy and… well the suggestion of a gather. I would not blame you.” She said with a shrug as he smiled at her in his typical way of being the most relaxed Brown Rider that she knew.

“Still wouldn't make me keep Dyst from chasing. I love you, you silly green rider with all your imperfections and everything. Besides, you put up with me too.”

Calarya blushed under his gaze and smiled. “You are easy to put up with G’van. You are laid back to the point I wonder if you sometimes take everything in, you are kind and gracious and you do not rip people's heads off. I wish I was like that.” She admitted watching him.

He shrugged a shoulder. “Think it comes with being a Healer. It doesn't do any good to get upset at everyone and usually makes things worse.” He turned to pull her into his arms. “I also don't have a proddy green,” the brown rider pointed out.

The woman yelped as she was pulled off her chair to sit with him. She nuzzled his neck for a moment before settling to lie her head on his shoulder. “You don’t but I should be better at this after so long so thank you for finding me today and making sure A’ren survived another day.” She murmured grateful that he had found her when he had and steadied her before she had done something daft.

G'van wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Had to find my lovely green rider,” he smiled, kissing her cheek. “And save the Weyrleader,” he laughed.

“Spoilsport.” She murmured sighing happily as he held her close and called her lovely. She knew she was very much not lovely but she appreciated that he called her that. “This is my favourite place other than fighting thread on Leith.” She admitted hoping that he would win her flight in the morning. Leith normally teased the other dragons and then let Dyseth win but who knew when she was taking that long to rise?

“Not on purpose,” he laughed, kissing her again. “And I don't plan on letting you go anywhere.” He knew there was always a chance that Dystath wouldn't win but he wouldn't think about that. He loved Calarya no matter what.