A Frosty 'Fall (1/2)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Corrin, Shawna
Date Posted: 26th May 2025
Characters: T'gyrlan, Zariah
Description: T’gyrlan helps Zariah with her injury and is a very good sounding board
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 1 of Turn 12
T’gyrlan hated the infirmary.
He’d spent far too many hours within its sterile walls-- first when Hanassath was injured, then again during the desperate gamble of the surgery that saved his dragon’s wing. The place reeked of numbweed and quiet dread. It reminded him of past pain, of fragility, of weakness. But the infirmary was as inescapable as Thread itself. Even if a rider made it through unscathed, someone else didn’t-- a wingmate, a friend, a lover…
So dutiful as ever, he was in the infirmary after ‘fall checking on Cobalt Wing’s wounded. That was when he spotted an all too familiar figure in a cot.
“Zariah!” He was by her bedside in an instant, kneeling and checking her for hurt even as Hanassath inquired with Relsath.
They’d given Zariah enough fellis to take the edge off before they’d set about resetting her shoulder, but that hadn’t made it a pleasant experience, just a less excruciating one. She was mostly still there trying to gather the energy to make the trek back to her Weyr. She startled when T’gyrlan knelt beside her, her brain moving too slow to notice him before he was suddenly there. “Hey. Are you hurt? Why are you here?” The greenrider awkwardly maneuvered herself into a seated position, wincing as she jostled the arm in a sling
Relsath did not sound like herself, her tone uncharacteristically nervous, but she told the bronze, }:She’s fine. She’s fine.:{ As if she had to reassure herself. }:She didn’t listen. I told her we needed to move.:{
}:T’gyrlan is with her now. He will help.:{ Hanassath’s own mindvoice was warm and steady, weighted with certainty.
T’gyrlan helped Zariah sit, shifting the pillow and sliding an arm low about her back. “I’m not hurt,” he assured her, a ghost of a smile curving his lips. “I always visit the infirmary after a ‘fall, if Cobalt has any wounded. We had a few today, thankfully mild.”
“Why are _you_ here?” he asked. "Relsath says you two had to move?” He didn’t see any threadscoring on her, which was a relief.
“Clump of Thread. Relsath dodged it but I got thrown around. I'll be alright, nothing broken just…” she wiggled her fingers on the injured arm and then winced, “hurts.” Staring into T’gyrlan’s eyes, she said with the solemnity of the slightly drunk or stoned, “Relsath is very fast. Sometimes I forget that.”
The green outside continued fretting. }:I warned her and I turned and then it just /hurt/ but she says it didn't hit her.:{
“Want to help me get home?” She looked at him hopefully. “I'm not allowed to climb on Rel but it's such a long walk with the snow.” Zariah wrinkled her nose, “And look what they did to my jacket!” She held up the cut up remains of her sleeve with her good hand. Thankfully, her actual ‘Fall jackets were never the nice ones. Considering she seemed unharmed other than the sling, it was clear the help needed was at least partially the moral support kind.
T’gyrlan’s concern warmed into a smile, a smile that gentled further at the sight of her tattered jacket and hopeful expression. Cute. “Of course,” he promised, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Just let me finish tying up a few things here, alright? I’ll be quick.”
He was. He visited the last of Cobalt’s wounded, had a few quiet words with the healers in charge, and then he was back at Zariah’s side to help her to her feet and (half) into her jacket. Unprompted, he peeled off his own and slung it over her shoulders as well. He knew she hated the cold. “Alright, let’s get you home.”
The Infirmary didn’t have any particularly bad associations for her, but Zariah was quick to her feet when T’gyrlan returned. She kept up a rather rambling monologue as they crossed the Weyr, though it was more about distracting herself than having anything actually important to say. At some point on the journey, Relsath had landed behind them and followed on the ground, eyes whirling with worry, and the chattering was punctuated by the occasional, “Yes, Relsath. I promise next time I’ll listen.” It wouldn’t help any to point out that Relsath’s reactions were just so much faster that it hadn’t been an issue of not listening, but of just not being quick enough.
Last updated on the May 27th 2025