Fix it Quietly

Writers: Miriah
Date Posted: 4th April 2019

Characters: Yriadha, Riadem
Description: Yriadha goes to her son for help with a little problem.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 10, day 25 of Turn 9

Yriadha

It was late and duties finished when Yriadha strode out of the Hold
proper and walked down the cobbled lane. It was an effort not to
hurry, but knowing her Lord, eyes were upon her and she kept her
stride leisurely, even stopping to speak to merchants that she was
familiar with. She looked at their wares, perused them, all the while
watching from the corner of her eye. Ah, there he was. She turned to
face the merchant, haggling over the price of a fine bolt of cloth,
her determination making the merchant drop lower in his prices than he
had wanted. Still, the price was handed over and she was content that
it would be delivered to her quarters.

Buying items was hardly her main goal, but it was a normal activity.
All the better. She spoke to another guard, answered questions, and
continued on her walk, moving towards a quiet home that was surrounded
by fresh herb gardens and clean walkways. She knocked and when Riadem
answered the door, she gave him a brief smile.

"Mother, what a surprise. Are you here for dinner?"

"No, just a visit."

Riadem shrugged, then opened the door, allowing her in.

The moment the door was closed she turned. "Do you have it?"

Riadem sighed softly. "Yes, but I have to tell you that it's going to
be uncomfortable, if not painful. The woman shouldn't be left alone,
drudge or not."

"But it will work?" Yriadha studied her son, watching his face.

"As early as you say she is, then yes, it'll work." He moved to his
cabinet and pulled out a small satchel; it smelled of earth and
lighter scents of herbs as he handed it to her. "You've never taken
such an interest in a drudge before. She must have promise."

Yriadha took the satchel and nodded slowly. "Yes. She does. I think
she'll do quiet well, actually."

"I hope so, for her sake. She may be ill for a day or so afterwards.
Allow her to rest, Mother." He looked at the satchel. "And you didn't
get that from me. Have her take a cup of that tea, brewed strong.
It'll make her sick at first, but it should start in about a
candlemark."

"Of course not. She'll get rest, I promise you. Thank you, Riadem."
She offered him a half-smile.

"You're welcome. Just don't ask this again. This isn't the Weyr."

"Of course not." Yriadha's smile vanished. "If it happens again, then
she'll be on her own."

Yriadha clasped her son's hand, tucked the satchel into her gown and
left, waving behind her. Returning to the Hold proper in the same
leisurely fashion, she finally reached her rooms. Without a sound, she
set her kettle on, measured out the herbs and waited.

The dark, bitter smelling brew was bubbling as she poured it into a
cup. Taking a breath, she blew on it, waiting impatiently until she
could no longer wait. The liquid was hot enough to burn her throat,
but she downed the tea in only a few swallows. She grimaced at the
taste, feeling it coat her mouth, but drank every drop.

With determination, she unclothed herself, stripping naked, then
walked to the privy to wait.

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