Another Illness Victim (open)

[effluo]

Eisu’s had reached for the tea cup to offer as a drink to the waking Neory, but the sight of a rather tall young man pushing past the guard. He spoke quickly and before Eisu could collect her thoughts the man had burst into song – and rather horribly. While she was momentarily reminded of her similarly reckless sister, Eisu found her jaw dropped open as the man was forcibly dragged out of the Weyr.

Closing her mouth, Eisu went to turn her attentions once again to find M’ren already offering the tea she had meant to grab. Blushing slightly she silently scolded herself for letting the occurrence be a distraction from her charge.

At the sound of M’ren’s voice, she felt her cheeks cool a bit and she let out a light sigh, moving to feel the gold riders cheeks once more. “At least he had good intentions. I just hope he does not help in the spread of this illness. It would defeat his initial purpose.”

Laying her hands on Neory’s cheeks, she smiled. “How are you feeling Neory? Do you think you are up to drinking more tea? The fluids will make you feel better.”

[thedreamerlady]

"Good intentions." M'ren scoffed, moving to give Eisu a place to sit next to the Goldrider. The next phrase was muttered. "More'n likely they're just waiting for Sheluth to rise."

He was glad as a Brownrider he didn't need to worry about currying favor with Goldriders. At least not to fly them. Friendships could be made, but it was more in his interest to make friends with the current WLM. He supposed he should be grateful for that. Even if a Bronzerider was placed in the WLM's Staff, it didn't change M'ren's rank, which wouldn't have been the case if he was a Wingsecond.

Neory, the poor girl, she'd spend the rest of her life(until she retired, and maybe even after that) with everyone trying to be her best friend, and trying to get special favors. What a nice thing it was to be a brownrider- the best color, if he did say so himself.

[kayla]

Mine, Gliath's wants to know how you are.

Ungh.

Gliath, Mine is not doing well. And with her focus on her Rider, that was all the attention that the Gold spared the Bronze.

Neory drank the water and then nodded at Eisu's question about tea. If it would help, she would try. She was too tired and too weak to wonder about the concern or intentions of the Bronze Riders (or others).

[effluo]

Taking the cup from the Weyrling Master’s hands as he relinquished his seat to her, Eisu refilled it with practiced hands and pleasantly warm tea. Taking the seat, she offered to help Neory with the drink and waited patiently as the gold rider drank her full.

“Your doing well Neory.” Eisu began to speak, knowing a soft voice was often soothing and reassuring to patients of any age. “My name is Eisu and I am going to make sure you get better.”