... She manages to move a hand up to brush hairs out of her face, still unsure of who this is exactly, and why he would elicit such reactions from someone. She braces herself for some sort ofconflict. Madri drifts in quietly, her mood as cold as the weather outside. The babies have been tended to, having spent a good deal of portion with them this day, she passes their care on to the nurse and likely...
... all carefully recopied, the edges cut square. Fresh cut flowers adorn the desk and brighten the room immeasurably. A wide bed of fresh cut rushes occupies the back wall, covered with a woven blanket. Madri is here, evidently seeking the sanctuary of solitude for the moment. Whatever she had with is haphazardly tossed onto the desk, her coat toss on top of that. Her back will be to the door, still likely...
...to look behind him and nods to Emilia, gaze dropping to the baby with the blandest of interests. His son limply responds to the greeting, "Emilia," nose still screwed up with distorted distaste. Madri strides in, her gate steady buy in no real rush. It's been another busy day for the Weyrlingmaster, wounds still prevalent among her ground are on the mend and she's been off frequently to Ista Hold...
...or from the seat of a wagon" She rolls her eyes, remembering many such ... corrections from parents and eldest brother. Nomi's arrival and subsequent swift departure is dutifuly noted. Madriwatches the woman disappear and another noise of disgruntlement is emitted from the Weyrlingmaster. If anyone said anything to her in those moments, she will have missed out on their words as she...
...is her wont -- unless injured -- but tonight she greets them all with the faintest touch of summer and spice. The scents underneath are roses gone to black and rosemary, for remembering. < < Madri won't wait for Elsveth to finish her landing routine before straps are unhitched as she's hitting the ground at a run. "R'ish!" She'll call out, her features warped in concern and anger all at once...
...distracted from helping by the arrival of the Weyrleader and his entourage. "Th'deus," she greets him quietly and moves closer. "A hard night, especially for Ista." With the brown's slump, Madri won't waste another moment in closing the distance between her and R'ish. The straps that bind her to Al and tugged at and eventually loosened. Thera is spied nearby and a flustered Madri beckons...
...formation Between and singed leather offers a different stench. Astride Maialeth, R'ish empties yet another bag of firestone into her dragons mouth. Having sent out several differing requests. One to Madri.. a second finding T'jano.. with a request for more stone.. As more and more wounded pile up, Q'luin's cheek starts to twitch as the itch to heal starts to overcome the want to fly thread. Zhoreth...
Madri informs N'tan that he is to get a temporary reprieve. Straight out of line I can't find a reason why I should justify my ways Straight out of line Nidhgoth's Weyr Tiger's eye coloration washes in gradient waves about the smoothly shorn walls of this multi-roomed weyr. The sunset hues are played with in the furnishings, with black dominating, and russet accenting to mute the golds, while...
