An Unexpected Visitor

Writers: AL, Heather N
Date Posted: 17th May 2009

Characters: Morasva, Zelle
Description: Morasva checks up on the injured Zelle.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 24 of Turn 5

Morasva had recently gone with L'ayn to the infirmary to have a Healer look into a cough L'ayn had been dealing with. It wasn't bad, but L'ayn had become overly cautious about his health in his old age. Morasva was just glad he hadn't become neglectful. While at the infirmary she had another idea as to how she could help the Weyr. She would start making regular visits to the people staying in the infirmary. At the very least she would help keep them from getting too bored and lonely. It was with that in mind that Morasva entered Zelle's room wearing a big smile. "Hello there Wingrider Zelle. I hear you had a bit of a fall."

"Hey Morasva." Zelle lifted a hand in a small wave. A bit of a fall was the understatement of the Turn. She managed a small smile, shifted, then winced. The pain had gotten better over the weeks, but that didn't mean it was completely gone. "Where have you been? I'm old news."

Morasva looked sympathetically at Zelle as the younger rider winced. "Don't you be moving about, now. Let yourself heal," she said with authority. She pulled a chair over so that she was right next to Zelle's bed and sat down. "Oh I've been around. L'ayn, Sinarth, Orkanth and I were really just trying to stay out of the way lately, especially with...all the deaths." Morasva had become more somber as she spoke. She still didn't like thinking about her own children's deaths. It didn't matter they were grown when they died; she wasn't supposed to outlive her children.

Shaking herself out of these depressing thoughts, Morasva turned her attention back to Zelle and with another smile said, "Wouldn't do anyone any good for the four of us to go get ourselves injured or killed trying to keep up with you young-uns. But we've been working out how to keep ourselves busy and useful. I'm a Weyrlingstaff Assistant now and L'ayn's taken up the Vinter craft again. The man takes his drink very seriously," she said with a wink. "But here I am blabbing about myself. I really came here to check up on you. So how are you doing? And how exactly did you end up in the infirmary anyway?"

"I've hardly moved since I got in here." Zelle wished she _could_ move but the healers refused. Not yet. It was so embarrassing. She had no privacy, everything had to be done for her, and in some ways she had been reduced to the capacity of an infant. That was humiliating in of itself. "As for how I got here in the first place, I was helping a friend learn how to better deal with variable winds. He got a bit too close to the cliffs. I followed and I guess he miscalculated on the winds. Our dragons collided and we were both injured." Though M'nev got the better end of the deal.

Morasva put a wrinkled hand on Zelle's shoulder and patted it. "Well, it's like they say, 'No good deed goes unpunished.'" She smiled kindly for a moment and then asked, "So how's you're Rillith doing? I hear she didn't quite take the beating you did."

"She's not as bad. Grounded for a while." Not that Rillith was going to go flying much beyond hunting once she was given leave to do so without her rider. The green would probably stay on the ground most of the time until Zelle herself was able to fly with her once more. "But yeah, she's not quite so bad."

"That's good. Sometimes a grounded dragon can be worse than a sick child," she said with a laugh. Orkanth replied to both Morasva and Zelle, }:Not flying is the worst thing. We have to fly.:{ Morasva just chuckled, "I am glad to hear Rillith is doing alright. And the other rider and his or her dragon? I assume they are doing alright?"

"He's fine, his dragon is fine." Mostly anyway. "He's been quite apologetic since the incident, but he got off easier than I did."

Morasva had been around long enough to know what all that meant. "You saved him, didn't you? You and Rillith were slowing his fall." She grinned and sat back in her chair.

"On the contrary." Zelle shook her head slowly, the movements still causing twinges in her back, though they were improving. "He slowed _my_ fall after we collided."

Morasva cocked her head at this. "Really? How odd. I had always assumed that, if two dragons were falling, and the rescue attempt wasn't didn't work, it would be the dragon on the bottom, presumably the one trying to do the rescue, that would be the most damaged." Well, that just went to show that even at 87 turns she could learn something new, she thought.

"Well, we collided, then Rillith and I hit the cliffs, then we fell." Zelle was trying to remember exactly how it had happened, but the details were still a bit blurred. "Something like that."

Morasva chided herself for bringing the details up. "Don't you worry about remembering it, Zelle. Especially not just to satisfy an old rider's curiosity," she chuckled.

"It's okay." Zelle wasn't bitter, though she was annoyed that she hadn't been more careful. She had been annoyed at M'net at first, but she had gotten over it. It was a mistake and he was truly very sorry about it. She wasn't going to hold it against him. "I don't mind, really." Zelle leaned back and closed her eyes. A headache was beginning to form and she was ready to rest a bit. "Sorry...I still tire easily."

Morasva stood up with a soft smile. "Well of course you do, my dear. And if anyone should apologize it's me for staying so long. Now you get yourself some rest," she said as she walked out the door.

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