Trying to Put at Ease

Writers: April, Rochelle
Date Posted: 19th August 2006

Characters: D'wol, D'rue
Description: Dirwol meets Daiirue in the infirmary, where Daiirue is recovering from food poisoning.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 1 of Turn 3

Dirwol was checking on one of the young children from his class. The boy had taken ill and he wanted to be sure he would be alright. As he was leaving he noticed a young man with a bronze flit lying in one of the beds. He chose to go over and introduce himself. "Good day to you. He looks like a fine fellow." He smiled as he reached up to stroke his golden Treasure.

Vree crooned in awe at the little queen as Daiirue struggled to sit up with the bronze lump flirting on his chest. Shards... "He has his moments." Daiirue said sourly as Vree eagerly struck a pose, showing off the elegant curve of his body. Unceremoniously, he dumped the flit on the cot as he swung his legs over the side. Vree protested loudly, and Daiirue winced at what the sound did to his headache. He looked up at the young man with the gold flit, running his eyes over the harper knots before adopting a more amiable tone. "Good day, journeyman."

"Good day." Dirwol pulled up a chair and smiled. "So you are a new candidate I see. How have you liked the weyr so far?"

Daiirue caught himself before he stared incredulously at the man. "I can't really say. I only got here a few candlemarks ago."

"Well, then you haven't had a chance to see its charms. I'm sorry for that." Dirwol smiled softly. He wanted to put the boy at ease. "Have you thought of a color of dragon you would prefer to impress? Most candidates come her with hopes of one color over the others."

Daiirue's brain began to hurt. He hadn't really thought about Impression, at least, not since before he was fostered. But he was at the _weyr_ now, as a _candidate_... "I... don't know." He admitted warily, watching Vree trying desperately to show off for the little queen. "I haven't really gotten used to the idea I'm actually _here_ yet. A brown, maybe?"

Dirwol smiled. He could see from the boys face that he wasn't quite used to the idea. "Perhaps you could tell me about where you come from and about your family."

Daiirue grimaced, wondering why the harper was showing so much interest in him. "There isn't much to say. There were eleven of us, so my parents fostered two of my brothers and I at a cousin's hold who needed an heir. I went to the weaver hall instead." He touched his journeyman knots briefly.
He was proud of those knots. "My brother was just confirmed as the heir to Crooked Rapids, and I was Searched after his confirmation feast." He raised an eyebrow then. The harper wasn't getting that much out of him without reciprocating. "And you?"

Dirwol saw the boys reaction to the question and was set aback a bit. "I apologize if I seem nosy. Some people like to talk about themselves when they come. I meant no disrespect." He sighed as he glanced toward his little gold. "I became a harper because it seemed the best place for me.
I enjoy being who I am. I earned my knots and began Journeying. I got caught in a terrible storm and was lucky to find a cave to wait it out.
That's were I impressed these two. Finally I made it here."

**Shards!** Daiirue rubbed his forehead, feeling guilty and ashamed as well as nauseous. His headache decided to pound a little harder for good measure. "Look, I'm sorry... It's just..." He sighed. "I was hoping no one would remember my being in here." He gestured around to indicate the infirmary. "Hugging a bucket and trying not to be sick on people is not exactly how I imagined being Searched... and the whole reason I'm here is my brother's feast -which I did not want to be at in the first place- gave me food poisoning. It really has not been a good day." He finished ruefully.

"Don't worry. The weyr will take good care of you. They are good at that.
Just keep a smile on your face and you'll be fine." He smiled as he tried to put the boy at ease. "People here are kind and understanding."

Daiirue didn't feel like arguing. So far the few people he'd met had been pleasant and helpful, but it was hard to keep smiling if you were worried what might come back up when you did. He decided to change the subject, and it wasn't hard. One glance at Vree making a fool of himself was enough inspiration. "So how old is she?" He gestured at the little queen.

"Still young. Not yet a turn. Though she acts like she is older than she is at times." He smiled as she began to preen herself. She was showing off for her bronze admirer.

"This egg-head is seven turns, although he acts like a baby when there's a female around. They seem to like each other." Daiirue observed, watching Vree take the gold's preening as a sign of encouragement. Dirwol smiled. "Well, perhaps he will have a chance to try chasing. I'm not sure when she will rise but I'm sure she wouldn't mind another suitor."

"Honestly, I've never known him not to chase a gold, so I suspect he'll be there." Daiirue said absently, rubbing his forehead. He really wished the headache would fade just a little more... "If she's almost a turn though, it will probably be soon."

Dirwol suddenly realized he needed to get to the hatching grounds to meet someone. He smiled as he bowed slightly, "You must forgive me. I am now late for a meeting with a friend and need to excuse myself. Please rest and get well. Those here will take good care of you."

"It was nice meeting you." Daiirue said courteously as Dirwol stood to go.
He didn't really care whether the person was real or an excuse to leave.
He was just glad that he was being left alone with his misery again.

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