A Feast for No One

Writers: Devin, Chelle, Clancey, Emma, Paula, Suzee
Date Posted: 14th July 2013

Characters: K'sedel, Rhosyn, N'vanik, Cyradis, Lenala, Solieira
Description: The Weyrwoman gets ill at the Hatching.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 2, day 25 of Turn 7

K'sedel

N'vanik

Cyradis

Lenala

The Hatching was over and Rhosyn was pleased with the results. Now, she
would have her dragon back and she could start exercising more again.
Somehow, she had managed to gain weight both from being hurt and then
being grounded. It probably didn't help that she had been eating a
bit more than usual since she'd started ignoring N'vanik.

Mingling with the crowd for a half candlemark, she found herself
grabbing something off of the trays going past more often than not.
She knew N'vanik was there, but she wouldn't seek him out. He still
hadn't come and she hadn't gone back. **Let him rot** She smiled
and laughed as she nodded to yet another person she didn't know well.
More of that and she began to feel slightly odd. Her smile turned into
a frown and she turned, looking for something-anything. Moving as fast
as she could, Rhosyn pushed through people and found what she needed.

And there, in front of her Hatching guests, Rhosyn began to vomit loudly
into a serving bowl. It had been the only thing to hand just then.

}:Nikornath, mine is sick! Where is yours?:{ Orlaith queried, needing to get
her rider some help since Rhosyn was unable to speak.

K'sedel smiled politely as he excused himself from the person who he was
speaking to, as his bronze relayed his golden mate's message. **I'm on my
way, tell her to try to stay calm.**

Hopefully this was not something in the feast, the last thing that the Weyr
needed was an outbreak of food poisoning, especially one that might spread
to the nearby Holds.

Lenala was talking with the Lord Warder of Garnet Valley Hold when it
happened. Quickly excusing herself, she hurried to the scene. "Rhosyn?
What's wrong?"

}:The Weyrleader comes:{ Orlaith told Rhosyn while she felt her
rider's world continue to turn topsy-turvy. Rhosyn kept heaving until
she couldn't anymore. Then she looked about for a towel and found a
serving napkin and wiped her face. She was slightly disoriented and
sore from the vomiting. Seeing Lenala there, she realized what she had
just done. "I think...I need to go lie down."

"Obviously," Lenala remarked. She snatched the nearest drudge.
"You, go to help the Weyrwoman. Steady her and escort her to her weyr," she
ordered. She was at home dealing with social disasters. For these, she had
the upbringing.

Sol was watching from the side, as usual, making sure all the staff
kept the food plentiful and the drink even more so. She watched it
all happening for a moment, then, hurried over to Rhosyn. She waved
off the drudge Lenala had grabbed, saying instead, "I'll see to the
Weyrwoman." She felt responsible, somehow, and hoped it was none of
the food at the feast, or there would be more sick before morning.

She moved slowly beside Rhosyn, offering her arm for support. "Let's
get you home, then, hmm?"

Following Solieira, Rhosyn put a hand on Lenala's arm. "K'sedel is
coming. Tell him I went to lie down. You two..." The look on her face
said she was sorry for making a mess of her own Hatching and leaving
it to them to clean up. "Keep the guests happy."

"Don't worry, Rhosyn. We'll get things covered," Lenala assured her.

N'vanik was only here because Cyradis had dragged him along. He'd done
his best to avoid Rhosyn so he didn't notice the commotion at all. He
went on flirting with the lovely young crafter he'd just met.

}:Orlaith's is sick:{ was the cryptic message Cyradis got from
Panitath. She looked around for N'vanik but he was busy impressing
some young woman. So she turned and went in the direction she'd gotten
from her lifemate.

"What's going on," she asked as she caught up to the other ladies.

"Rhosyn is feeling a bit ill so she has to withdraw early," Lenala
replied to Cyradis. The polite smile felt like it was glued to her
face. She mentally thanked Solieira for training such an efficient
staff, for the incriminating evidence (aka bowl full of vomit)
was already cleaned away.

Seeing Cyradis, Rhosyn gave a wan smile. "Stay here and enjoy the
feast. I'm just going to go lie down. I probably ate too much."
Faranth knew she could pack it away despite her size. Holding onto
the Headwoman, Rhosyn disappeared from view, heading to her weyr. And
for the second time since the Flight, she was sick and missing an event
at her own Weyr-this time her own Hatching no less!

Cyradis stood there for a moment watching her go and shook her head.
Her eyes narrowed and she went to find N'vanik.

N'vanik had just refilled his glass and took a sip. "At least the wine
is good," he told Cyradis as she joined him.

"Yes," she asked and plucked a glass of her own. "Something's going
on with Rhosyn," she mused out loud to N'vanik. "And unless I miss
my guess entirely. I think she's pregnant." She lifted the glass to
her lips. "Mmm, this _is_ good."

At first N'vanik frowned. Rhosyn had made it clear she was selective
and limited in her sexual partners. So had she found someone else
already? Or had it been the Flight? The Flight, which was a few
sevendays after the Gather, and the tanner stall ... His stomach
dropped and his face went pale. "Where is she? I have to talk to
her." He thought of Tal getting rid of their baby. He couldn't go
through that again.

Cyradis was looking right at him when all the color left his face.
"They took her up to her weyr I think. Are you alright?" She thought
she knew what could cause a reaction like that. Her hand went to
his arm. "Don't charge in on her, be gentle and caring if you
can." Somehow she didn't think he quite heard her.

Lenala busied herself by shooing away and reassuring the curious onlookers
and keeping an eye out for their Weyrhealer, so she could send him to Rhosyn.

That was the point at which K'sedel aligned himself with Lenala. "I've sent
a healer to check on her," he told her.

"Oh, good, then I don't have to. Do you think we need to watch out for
N'vanik?" Lenala replied with grateful smile and asked.

"We might, his last visit here caused a stir. And we need to keep things
calm at least."

Lenala nodded. "He's your turf, I try to keep the rumors getting out of
hand," she rolled her eyes.

"What do you think is wrong with her?" she asked.

"It could be anything from bad food poisoning to a possible pregnancy - my
first weyrmate was sick like that a lot of the time with Kesree, but I
don't want any gossip started," the Weyrleader said. "If people ask, she's
indisposed for the moment."

"Right," Lenala said.

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