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Post by cynath on Nov 5, 2007 23:16:26 GMT -5
It was rarely good when the Weyrleader went searching though Weyrlings. Oh to be young again.
On this particular trip he was on a search for Nisha. He had to confirm a slightly disturbing fact that had come to him down the gossip chain, and he seemed to be the last one to know these things.
It's not your business, you know, The brinze interrupted V'rak's busy mind.
Save it, Lizard, it is my business, he short back irritably.
He stopped to ask a boy where he could find Nisha since he doubted Bristith was going to help him locate the poor girl. He knocked lightly on the door the boy indicated, a gentle rasp of knuckles.
He waited patiently, he didn't even know if the girl was in her room... the Weyr was big and she could be anywhere....
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 5, 2007 23:28:31 GMT -5
Nisha was just sort of staring at Barsamith. Her dragon was trying to figure out how her pregnancy was making her different, and Nisha was telling her to examine her stomach, as well as a good deal of the rest of her.
Her body was gaining weight in a weird way, and that was something her dragon was considering.
And you'll just clutch one egg? Barsamith confirmed for the third or fourth hundred time.
"Yes, dear." Nisha said, slightly exasperated.
That was when the knocking started.
Pulling her shirt down to cover her stomach, she blinked, and moved toward the door. Opening it wide, she almost fainted, and didn't merely because Barsamith would have probably freaked out.
And that really wasn't something she wanted the Weyrleader to see.
"C-Can I help you, Sir?" Nisha stuttered, in shock.
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Post by cynath on Nov 5, 2007 23:33:35 GMT -5
V'rak put on a calm face, even smiling a bit when the Weyrling opened the door.
"Hello, Nisha." he said levelly. "May I come in and talk a bit?" he asked.
He made a point not to examing he slightly morphing anatomy. He was a father, he'd seen it before. It wasn't something he stuck his nose into often, he would have liked to leave it to Wingleaders, but he was concerned about her training.... what perplexed him more was the fact that it had taken this long for him to hear wind of this.
He didn't have time to watch the Weyrlings for pregnancy.
Either way, he wanted to talk to her about it...
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 5, 2007 23:53:48 GMT -5
Nisha coughed slightly, still surprised to see the Weyrleader in front of her, wanting to talk to her.
"Uh, of course, come in Sir." She said, looking at him nervously. To be honest, the Weyrleader looking her over was rather disconcerting. She smoothed her red top nervously, glad she finally was wearing clothing that fit. It would have been a lot harder to be in front of the Weyrleader in clothing that was about to burst off.
She looked about her room(normally she'd have to share, but they'd put the other girl greenriders together as to give her some privacy), and wanted to cry.
Barsamith was the only thing clean in it. The clothing she'd borrowed from Allior was spilling out of the box it'd been placed in, her own clothing in various states, about to be placed into boxes of their own, and her bed was unmade. There was two chairs and a small table, and Nisha cleared them quickly, and smiled at the Weyrleader again.
"Would you like a seat?"
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Post by cynath on Nov 6, 2007 0:04:48 GMT -5
"I'm fine, Nisha, but you, you may want to sit," V'rak advised her stepping in and closing the door. He didn't expect to find a flawless room, despite his level of organization she was still young, and with age, one tended to become more meticulous.
"I'm aware of your current state, Nisha," the Weyrleader kept his voice calm. He didn't want to rattle her, but it was something he wanted to discuss before anything else came up, you know, like birth!
"I understand our Weyrling Master is already aware of this, and I am yet unsure as to why he didn't tell me, but.." he trailed off bright blue eyes watching her. "I want you to be able to complete your training to the best of your ability." he said, though worry creeped into his voice.
Many a Weyrling had accidents during training. They called it "learning the hard way". The Weyrleader had learned many things the hard way and had scars to remember them by.
"I don't want you to get hurt because of this, understand that, if you feel the need to rest, do so, there is always time to catch up later..." he shrugged. Despite his dislike of women on fighting dragons, things happened that were beyond his control.
He glanced at the growing green Weyrling. Hmm... it was a pickle.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Nov 12, 2007 14:25:51 GMT -5
Barsamith didn't like it when things upset her rider. After all, if her rider was upset, then she was threatened- and if her rider was threatened, then She, Her Rider's Protection, would have to take action. Her eyes whirled a little faster, and color became a little more muddled, as she watched the male Rider spoke to Hers.
Are you okay NishaMine?
"Yes, dear, I'm fine." Nisha spoke aloud facing Barsamith, sounding flustered. And she turned back to the Weyrleader- she wasn't going to sit if he was standing. It was bad manners, conveyed an image she didn't like, and besides, she wasn't that pregnant- not yet.
"Sir, no disrespect meant, but Lan'ae has made this clear to me. In lessons that could be dangerous, I do theory work, and then go do chores, or bond with Barsamith."
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Post by cynath on Nov 12, 2007 16:45:43 GMT -5
V'rak nodded, eying the little green once again as her rider spoke to her.
"Well I'm glad Lan'ae has covered everything," the Weyrleader said a bit skeptically. He just might have to have a small word with his Weyrling Master. He didn't like being kept out of the know.
"Just be careful, Nisha," the older man, gave a shrug, if Lan'ae had covered everything then there was no use in repeating it. "You know where to find me if you need me."
And with that he dismissed himself. He supposed he could deal with problems if they arose later on....
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