Nightwherrie, Song of the Night

Tall, sturdy stone walls separate Nightwatch Weyrhold from the rest of the island. Two gates - one at the east end, one at the west end - allow wherhandlers and weyrfolk to pass through, but guards with crossbows stationed along the crenellated walltops deter any attempt at bandit invasion. The walls are also the home of the heavy, crude cannons developed to fend off Deep Ones when necessary.

Nightwherrie, Song of the Night

Kestalì
Wingrider
Joined: 26 Jan 2012, 03:59

20 Feb 2012, 09:57 #1

Those sharding nightmares never let her get any sleep at a decent hour - decent for unconscious, anyway. It was to the point that she'd become rather a nightwherrie, managing on average a few hours broken sleep early on or more towards dawn, and wide awake for the rest.

Catnaps had become her best friend, and to be honest she rather liked the night, despite the inherent dangers. There was a certain peace and tranquility she loved that just couldn't be found during the day. Daylight was for action and fun and energy. Night was a time for stillness and gentleness and inner reflection.

And goodness knows she needed all of that nowadays.

This night found her wandering the Weyrhold's outer walls. After the briefer-than-usual period of early sleep, she'd awoken restless and edgy from a dream she couldn't remember except in emotion and concept.

Waiting, anxious. Bound, dread. Racing, fearful.

So Rhyn had nudged and bothered West until she groggily flew her down to the Weyrbowl, they having chosen one of the highest flight-access-only weyrs. It made takeoffs easy - just dive and swoop and go - and ensured the Greenrider would not be disturbed during Flights or when she wanted to be alone.

Westavirith had offered to accompany her, but was kindly told to go back to sleep; the Green did so without complaint, though she did order (*cough*bully*cough*) Leaf out of her warm wool cocoon-nest and after Syrhyna to shadow the woman out of sight. Just in case.

Rhyn didn't have the heart to spoil their thoughtful plans, and pretended not to notice the Green flit.

Pausing close to one of the staircases leading back to the ground, the once-Trader lifted her face to the wind, moon- and starlight, letting the clean air fill her lungs and billow her loose shirt around her skinny form. It was a warmer night, hinting of summer, and the crop-sleeved shirt and long pants were all she needed, though a jacket was tied about her waist for if the air turned.

Peace. Tranquility. Gentle, soft. Almost aching.

The night blanketed her, the wind caressed her, the stars called down to her.

It wasn't so bad being a nightwherrie.
~*~ Wingleader K'vyn of Brown Alamanth~#BA6F1E
~*~ Healer Rosaryn of White Nalunath~#DCFFDF
~*~ Wherhandler Maebyl of Bronze Maesk~#BA6F1E
~*~ Weyrling Healer Krysctyl of White Estrith~#D4C4A8

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Tawny
Weyrcaptain
Joined: 24 Jan 2012, 18:32

20 Feb 2012, 10:59 #2

Since the raid sleep had been very evasive, more evasive than it had been before that was. To start with it had been impossible to really sleep at all; either the clamour of voices or stabbing pains of one sort or another had kept him awake for days with periods of unconsciousness thanks only to sleeping draughts. Once he actually managed to start sleeping again the dreams had been... interesting to say the least. He'd had his share of nightmares over the turns but this one ranked amongst the worst of them; the agony and the wrongness, unable to move or to block out the horrible sensations and the sound of the Deep Ones.

It always went the same; the awful dream and then abruptly waking face down tangled in his covers, throat dry from screaming into his pillow, shaking at sweating and paralyzed by terror even once he knew it was just a nightmare. Eventually - as ever - he remembered how to work his limbs and freed himself from his covers and crawled out of bed to splash his face with water and ground himself in reality.

There always followed the dilemma of what to do next; sleep obviously wasn't an option, he knew he'd just slip back into the same dream, so he had to find something else to do. Feeling too groggy and distracted for any paperwork C'tis pulled on some clothes and stepped out onto the ledge. Malcarreth was already sitting there alert, woken from his own sleep by his rider's distress. Offering a low rumble and a gentle nudge the blue dipped his shoulder to allow C'tis to climb onto his back. They weren't planning to go far or do anything interesting so they didn't bother with riding straps; C'tis just gripped Malcarreth's neck with his thighs and held onto one of the bone spines that had replaced his neck ridges. A very short flight later Malcarreth touched down lightly in the Weyrbowl and left C'tis to wander under the stars and try to clear his head.

Aimless feet eventually carried C'tis up onto the walls of the Hold, his rank knots and distinctive face easily earning passage past the guards. There was a nice view from up here, a sense of space that was so different to the oppressive fog of the Dusk, or the crushing blackness he had experienced whilst in contact with the Nightfish. Giving a shudder that had nothing at all to do with temperature C'tis lent against the parapet, enjoying the light breeze... and abruptly realising that he was not alone. He recognised the rider and was vaguely aware that her name heavily involved the letter y, but she wasn't in one of his wings so what her name actually was escaped him.

He hadn't exactly come up here for company but he supposed there was no point in being outright rude, so C'tis offered y-something-name-shiny-scar-face a nod of acknowledgement; if she wanted any more than that it was up to her.











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Kestalì
Wingrider
Joined: 26 Jan 2012, 03:59

20 Feb 2012, 11:45 #3

Age hadn't dulled her hearing, and Rhyn blinked and turned at the sound of another body shuffling, faint and muffled by the wind to where she wasn't sure at first that she'd actually heard it. Their eyes met in time for her to catch the greeting nod, and she smiled kindly, easily back, doing a simple, entirely impersonal once-over glance of face and build. This was someone important, she was pretty sure, but she'd never been good with names unless she could attach it to something unique right off the bat.

Syrhyna didn't mind the company, really, but decided to make sure the other was equally impartial (or not)."As good a night as any for insomnia, aye?" she commented, voice soft. "Am I bothering you, sir? I can go elsewhere if you'd rather be alone." She'd had nights like that herself, where company was but a burden and a chore, and would understand if the Weyr leader - not Weyrleader, she knew that, but a leader all the same - was in the same sort of mood.
~*~ Wingleader K'vyn of Brown Alamanth~#BA6F1E
~*~ Healer Rosaryn of White Nalunath~#DCFFDF
~*~ Wherhandler Maebyl of Bronze Maesk~#BA6F1E
~*~ Weyrling Healer Krysctyl of White Estrith~#D4C4A8

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Tawny
Weyrcaptain
Joined: 24 Jan 2012, 18:32

20 Feb 2012, 12:09 #4

C'tis grunted eloquent non-committalness. "Apparently it is, and you were here first," he elaborated, "it would hardly be fair of me to tell you to bugger off now would it? What's your name anyway? I'm C'tis, if you weren't aware." Best he find out what she was called sooner rather than later or she'd be stuck irrevocably as shiny-face in his mind, and he'd probably end up referring to her as that which was probably politically incorrect as it was clearly a Blight effect, albeit an unusually aesthetically pleasing one. Never did know what people would be sensitive about or get all up in arms about; he didn’t want to have to deal with a long lecture if one of her COs was the sensitive sort who would object to having one of their riders referred to like that.











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Kestalì
Wingrider
Joined: 26 Jan 2012, 03:59

22 Feb 2012, 02:35 #5

Rhyn grinned, reminded strongly of a former member of her old Trading caravan. Gruff and prickly outside, soft and squishy inside. She wondered, just how much mush might be under this one's shell? "Sure I was, but I'm more amenable than most and don't mind moving. Besides, I'm new, so for all I know this is your special "thinking spot" and I'm utterly ruining an intense reflective moment that could lead you to find your inner peace of self and become enlightened to eternity and the reason for existence." Yes, she did get rather silly when she was tired. "Anywho, pleasure to meet you, C'tis, I'm Syrhyna. It's a mouthful though, so everyone just calls me Rhyn or Rhyna." A shrug. "Sorry in advance, by the way, if next time we meet I have to ask your name again; they've never been my thing, and the aging process has just made it worse. Or so I like to say."

Then she fell silent, waiting to see how he'd reply. Some people didn't like chatter or silliness, especially late at night, and the company was sort of nice, so she'd go quiet if he preferred. But then again maybe he liked chatter. Either way, maybe she'd find herself a new friend, of sorts. And he was her age, it looked like from a quick once-over glance - or at least well-weathered enough to look it - and the sight of the prominent facial scar had her hand twitching in sympathy, though she didn't touch her own. They had something in common, then, aesthetically at least.
~*~ Wingleader K'vyn of Brown Alamanth~#BA6F1E
~*~ Healer Rosaryn of White Nalunath~#DCFFDF
~*~ Wherhandler Maebyl of Bronze Maesk~#BA6F1E
~*~ Weyrling Healer Krysctyl of White Estrith~#D4C4A8

~*~Wingrider Syrhyna of Green Westavirith~#1D491E Pixel by the wonderful Filch! %mh%-15%mh%
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Tawny
Weyrcaptain
Joined: 24 Jan 2012, 18:32

22 Feb 2012, 10:31 #6

Ah, yes, plenty of y's in there but nothing a Harper couldn't handle. "I assure you, Syrhyna, that I do not have intense reflective moments, nor special spots where I go to experience them. I know my purpose in life perfectly well; it involves shooting, shredding and setting fire to Deep Ones, and trying to make sure as many people as possible in my wings survive doing the same for as long as possible. It may not be very conducive to inner peace, but a good blast of flame is certainly illuminating if not enlightening." If she was going to play silly buggers with him fine, he would play back for the time being, wasn't like he had anything better to do for now. Anyway, perhaps the presence of another human would help keep the voices at bay; he could hear them just whispering now, and hoped they grew no louder than that.

"If my name's too complex for you to recall, then Weyrcaptain will do in future," C'tis added, raising one eyebrow. "That ought to be easy to remember, so long as I keep my knots on, and failing that you can always plump for 'sir'." Names weren't actually his strong suit either, but he did his best to conceal that and actually did fairly well; giving somebody a Look any saying 'oh, it's you' was pretty effective in name dodging, for example.











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Kestalì
Wingrider
Joined: 26 Jan 2012, 03:59

23 Feb 2012, 11:12 #7

Oooh, goody! This one could play back! "A perfectly acceptable replacement, my good man. Exceptionally admirable, indeed. I find fire particularly entrancing, myself, though West and I must content ourselves with a quaint hearth and leave the really fun pyrotechnics to you big boys." And many Greenpairs, too, of course, but that'd ruin her flow.

"Ahah! I knew I remembered you from somewhere! Weyrcaptain C'tis, I remember now." What wonders a little jog of memory lane could do. Smiling, this time sheepishly, Rhyn shrugged again. "You'd be surprised how fast I can forget things sometimes. I have faith you'll stick in my mind this time, though - unique details are a big help, especially sensory ones, and I've got plenty of those now." Turning her back to the wall, the Greenrider jumped and pulled herself on top of the crenellated sections she'd been leaning against, drawing up one knee to anchor her elbow as she nestled her chin in hand. Her eyes sparkled, and she tapped her nose thoughtfully with the nearest finger, her pinkie. "Now, let's see. You ride a Blue, I recall that much now I've got a face to go with the name. His name is... Uh... Malerreth? Malaceth? C'mon, am I getting warm? I know it starts with 'M', it's got an L in there, and I'm pretty sure it ends with "th"." Because dragon names so rarely end in 'th'. Uh huh.

((Why do I have the feeling that Rhyn and Krys have pulled a switcharoo on me? >.> She's waaaay too hyper for a fort-year-old, seriously!))
~*~ Wingleader K'vyn of Brown Alamanth~#BA6F1E
~*~ Healer Rosaryn of White Nalunath~#DCFFDF
~*~ Wherhandler Maebyl of Bronze Maesk~#BA6F1E
~*~ Weyrling Healer Krysctyl of White Estrith~#D4C4A8

~*~Wingrider Syrhyna of Green Westavirith~#1D491E Pixel by the wonderful Filch! %mh%-15%mh%
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Tawny
Weyrcaptain
Joined: 24 Jan 2012, 18:32

23 Feb 2012, 12:11 #8

"I am not your good man," C'tis responded sourly, now looking up at the greenrider perched on the wall, "Nor am I anybody else's good man before you ask that." She was mocking him, he was sure of it. C'tis spent the bulk of his time being sure that ninety nine percent of people were mocking him or planning to stab him in the back, so his reaching this conclusion was hardly a surprise. At least she looked genuinely sheepish he supposed, but then so many people in the world were such good actors....

She was just messing around with the 'th' thing, even he wasn't crazy enough to turn that around into an insult of his intelligence or something. "His name's Malcarreth," C'tis supplied, "he's the one with the glowing ichor green scars, and the bone spines all down his neck." She'd referred to her dragon as 'West', but he wasn't sure what the rest of the green's name was. Oh well, either she'd tell him or he'd just refer to her as the same if he had to refer to her by name at all.

"Were you out here looking for an epiphany then?" he went on, looking back out over the wall rather than at her, because he really disliked having to look up at people. "Finding inspiration in the beauty of the starlight or something? Is this your special thinking place?"











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Kestalì
Wingrider
Joined: 26 Jan 2012, 03:59

23 Feb 2012, 12:57 #9

She frowned now, tilting her head inquisitively at him. "Take it easy, big guy, I was just teasing! No need to be grumpy about it. Besides, you wouldn't be Weyrcaptain if you weren't a good man, now would you?"

At the correction of her name-guessing, she snapped her fingers and grinned once more. "I knew I was close! Aye, I've seen him. The spikes look like they make riding difficult, but they do look pretty cool, and the green too."

The mention of epiphanies earned him a chuckle. "No, no, no epiphanies lately. I do like to come out here a lot, but only because it gets wind and a nice view, and at night just because because the day's busy and I'm always awake anyway. I'd go somewhere closer to the Weyr if I could find someplace similar." Rhyn pulled her other knee up, and, since he obviously wasn't interested in eye contact, wrapped her arms around her shins and let her cheek fall to her kneecaps, staring out and up over his head. Her voice grew a little softer. "I do like the stars, though. They have a sort of peaceful atmosphere to them, I think, and the wind. Quiet, gentle. Calming. The nightmares just sort of fade away, I like to think the wind catches them up and carries them out to drown in the sea."

Realizing she was rambling, Syrhyna fell silent, closing her eyes and just breathing in the clean, cold air that blew over them in fits and starts. Less salt right now, with the colder inland air blowing out to the warmer, heat-retentive ocean, but there was still that unique tang found only in island and coastal regions.
~*~ Wingleader K'vyn of Brown Alamanth~#BA6F1E
~*~ Healer Rosaryn of White Nalunath~#DCFFDF
~*~ Wherhandler Maebyl of Bronze Maesk~#BA6F1E
~*~ Weyrling Healer Krysctyl of White Estrith~#D4C4A8

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Tawny
Weyrcaptain
Joined: 24 Jan 2012, 18:32

24 Feb 2012, 12:15 #10

C'tis glanced up at Syrhyna and raised an eyebrow. "Clearly you mistake the role of a Weyrcaptain," he said, turning away again to look towards the sea. "My position means that I have to be a good soldier, and a good commander. Being a good man wasn't part of the job description, fortunately."

Her comment about spikes almost made him smile given the conversation he vaguely remembered with Rochelle, but he suppressed the expression firmly; he didn't know this woman and wasn't going to be going all personable for her at the drop of a hat. "Luckily the spikes stop before the place I sit. If they didn't it would be a right pain in the arse." He was pretty sure he was stealing the glasscrafter's line there but she wasn't here to call him on it.

Ha, the wind catching nightmares and carrying them away. "Well if that's the case I think that maybe Nightwatch in general could use a hurricane or two," C'tis commented with a derisive snort. He supposed he understood what she meant - the peace of this place put a distance between you and whatever horrors your unconscious mind had been throwing at you - but he wasn't going to admit that. He certainly wasn't going to admit that it was nightmares that had drawn him out here too.











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