Too Tired for Trouble
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Writers: Rochelle
Date Posted: 30th June 2009
Characters: R'syl
Description: R'syl returns to his quarters after a long day and can't quite shake the feeling it shouldn't be over yet.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 3, day 7 of Turn 5
R'syl could hear the wind outside his weyr whistling through the cracks in the bluff, the sound a higher pitched counterpoint to the low but steady drum of the rain. He sighed, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes for a brief moment.
It had been a long day, longer than he expected. Thankfully the hurricane had not actually made landfall at River Bluff, but it had brushed close enough that the Weyrleader had been forced to designate an alternate restday, and R'syl had spent the storm inside the weyrling barracks attempting to teach classes in the confined space. The dragonets were old enough now that they no longer freaked at storms, but the severity of the passing hurricane had put all of them on edge. And a barracks full of jumpy young dragons and their nervous riders was enough to give anyone a headache.
At least he hadn't had the entire clutch in there. Just the younger riders who weren't quite mature enough to be trusted to help out with the various duties of the weyr during a storm.
Although it had not exactly been a group designed to make an easy day, that was certain.
He listened to the rain for a moment, willing it to dull his headache a little more, drinking in the silence of his weyr. It was just rain now, rain and a stiff wind that wasn't quite strong enough to alarm anyone and was dying down a little more with each passing moment.
Pushing off the wall, R'syl turned from the short hall connecting to Usaeth's weyr and headed deeper into his own quarters, emerging into his small sitting area. It was mostly bare and impersonal since he almost never used it. He didn't receive many visitors. He spent most of his waking hours with the weyrlings, mostly only retuning to his weyr to sleep.
Flopping on the small couch, he surveyed the room through half-lidded eyes, decided he was too tired to care what it looked like, and reached out with his mind to Usaeth.
**Is everything…**
}:The little ones are fine.:{ his bronze patiently interrupted him.
**Are you sure?** He couldn't quite bring himself to believe that after such a long, tense day that nothing had actually gone wrong. Surely there would be some disaster this evening, and he would be hauled from his bed to deal with the situation.
}:They are sleeping.:{ Usaeth said pointedly, his mental tone hinting strongly that the dragon expected his rider to do the same. }:They are all too tired to cause trouble.:{
R'syl snorted. **Trouble can happen whether they intend it or not.**
}:Even so.:{ his bronze replied evenly. }:You should sleep. The others will take care of them.:{
A smile twitched at the weyrlingmaster's lips. The oversized metallic lump could be quite the overbearing nursemaid sometimes. But sometimes, it was nice to have someone to look out for him. It had been turns since he'd…
}:Go to sleep.:{ Usaeth interrupted the thought firmly, before more than the first twinges of sadness at the memory of his lost wife could result. }:You need rest, and there will be much to do tomorrow.:{
"You're right." R'syl sighed again, shoving himself off the couch and trying not to look around. It was so easy to see the empty spaces between impersonal knick-knacks, spaces where memories of his family should be, and continued to whisper to him even in their absence. Masair had never let the weyr be anything less than a home, and he had tried for his children to do the same. But now that his children were all gone, he didn't know what he should do for himself. He'd tried it both ways, living with everything decorated and as sparse as a guard, but to no avail. Whether he had the reminders of his lost family visible or not, he could still feel them, pulling him in whenever the shadows of memory called.
No, Usaeth was right. It was too late to dwell on the past. He had to get up in the morning.
Then again... Perhaps he should check with the assistants one last time...
}:Go to bed.:{ Usaeth said softly, sleepiness pervading the bronze's tone. }:The little ones are fine. Sleep. They will still be there tomorrow.:{
Last updated on the July 26th 2009