[PRP] Wings Wide Open (Adeniuth, Yudueth, + Riders)

[Prism Shine]

If she could tear Between into little, void-like tatters, Adeniuth would have just to make the few seconds it took to snap from their camp back to Western Weyr even quicker. Her eyes were a myriad of different colors; a concerned orange, a panicked yellow, a mother’s love lilac. Swirls of an angry red as she near stormed into air space. She isn’t impolite enough to not send her greetings on her entrance, but her focus is honed in on one specific ledge. Jibasth and Liliuth did their best, for she trusts them so implicitly especially with her children. Jibasth was a good father--to all her babies who looked at him as such, but her nerves had been near electric since hearing about her son’s injuries and mental state. Yudueth was her sweetheart of a bronze son, her only bronze son, that sweetheart Caiprith had given her. She was fond of all her children, but he was a darling. Her sweet sparkle--that wasn’t feeling himself.

She had all about dug furrows into the ground waiting for Bisera to go.

There’s a soft chirr in her voice as she oh-so carefully lands on his ledge, maneuvering her large body so that she gives him wide berth as her wild-whirling eyes took in his form. Oh, my son. What’s happened? She knew… some of it, at least. What her darling bronze and brown helicopter dads had relayed to her. But hearing from Yudueth would hearten her. With her rider dismounted, Adeniuth gently settled in next to him and arranged herself so that she was close but not quite touching. Close enough he could lean against her, and a wing raised so that she might drape over him and blanket him away from his woes.

With her dragon settling in with her son, Bisera turned towards the mouth of the weyr. Hair flowing free and dressed quite down (the most plain of tunics and pants she could change into while being rushed along), she’d never let anyone see her in such a state except for a chosen few--Unnie, Jacira, and now Tsuyat. “Tsuyat?” She called, her tone a touch friendly. Bag slung off her shoulder, she jostles it around to pluck the tin of tea out. “Put some water on, you’ll like this blend.”

Hattaki

 

[Hattaki]

As always, no matter how many times she'd come, Yudueth could always feel his mother's approach before she so much as touched a claw to his ledge or announced herself over Western Weyr's bowl. It wasn't just that she'd needed permission from the other golds present, but given that she often clutched there and had reasons to be at Western so often, she stopped by more often than other rogue queens that would only come by to clutch. If it hadn't been for his 'fathers' he was certain that she wouldn't have necessarily come this time either, for who would want to look in on a failure of a son.

It hadn't just been his mistakes to not see his sweet 'twin' off and knowing that she was up at High Reaches as a white rider, so far from the warm shores of home, but he'd been responsible for the near death of a wingmate and far worse to his rider with his distracted foolishness. If he'd been gray before, Yudueth was nearly the color of stone from grief and it had even drug Tsuyat down until the man had begun drinking just to take the edge off and not feel anything any longer. For he'd felt for far too long, certainly.

Slowly his head lifted to look up at her out of equally gray eyes, if pain could be so reflected well within the faceted orbs until it appeared he was crying, there it was on display. Sequestered as he'd been away from as many others as he could be, broken bones still healing just a tad more despite having flown thread recently, he'd been released from action for his appearance and mental disposition, that alone had been his saving grace for all but disappearing. Too many things, mother. Too many failures. Once again he could see Kolosoth falling, his rider partially wrapped in flames as the blue had twisted to let them mar himself instead, the best that he could. Yudueth's head fell to the stone once more as he stared listlessly off, not forgiving himself.

At Bisera's call, Tsuyat sat bolt upright on his bed and rubbed the bleary hangover from his eyes, Yudueth hadn't exactly given him any sort of warning really. Just add another to the list of things that were abnormal anymore. At least he was still clothed fully as he rolled out of his bed and fussed at his hair that had grown out to stick in several odd angles. He needed to clip it once again to get it in some sort of order, but with his dragon sucking the life out of them both and his own regrets on top of it... things hadn't happened according to plan in some time. "Bisera? Um..." One hand reached out to grasp the pot he normally heated up water in and found it mercifully full from the night previous. "Come on in, you always bring the best." While his voice was roughened by sleep and the pounding in his head, at least he had a bit of hope for himself that he could be some sort of host for her.

Prism Shine

 

[Prism Shine]

The maelstrom of her eyes shifted, filling with deeper, stormy greys and the glintz of white within the swirls of red, purple, and yellow. She had known Yudueth had been bad, however.. The state of her son set her on uneasy edge. The once bright and vibrant bronze, now looking as if he might blend into the stone under his chin. Yet the massive gold is delicate about her movements, in gently leaning towards the greying, injured form of her son. Oh, Yudueth, my son. Mother is here. Her massive wing unfurls, the deep gold shades that once was close to his looked too bright against his greying color. She gently laid it over his form, warmth that hadn’t been leached away by between.

What failures are those? Her voice is gentle, soft -- maternal in ways she only reserved for her children. Yet her mind is racing -- what could have dragged down Yudueth so terribly? There are the injuries that she had seen, partially through healing by the looks of them. Adeniuth pauses, holding her own breath just to feel the rise of Yudueth’s chest under her wing, hear the intake and expel of air. He was alive, and that was certainly a start.

Something hadn’t seemed right since Bisera had stepped into the Weyr. Yudueth’s color had been off-putting, and the flow of worry that knocked into her like a tidal wave almost had the poised woman taking a misstep. But the sight of Tsuyat, a rider she had come to know quite dear due to their dragons, has her pausing. Her eyes drink in the sight -- and, daresay, smell -- of him. Where she had been friendly before, wanting to give off a carefree vibe to help balance Adeniuth’s worry, her mask near slipped completely off. His darkened eyes, the wildness of his unkempt hair, worn clothes. This issue seemed to run a deep wound between rider and dragon, and the mercenary knew where to step lightly when she saw it.

“Here, why don’t I take care of heating the water for once?” Her tone gentle, kind -- another mask, but one that few saw. “Playing host to Ade and I so often, the least I can do is heat the water.” Bisera’s fingers gently plied the kettle from his hand, her other hand cupping his cheek gently. “It’s a good morning tea, with a nice amount of caffeine to help wake the mind up -- nearly as much as klah, I guarantee it. Plus, the taste is kinder to the tongue.” She putters around, setting the kettle of water onto the stove to heat before fetching two cleaner mugs. But it didn’t stop the peeking out of the corner of her eyes at the bronzerider, worry hedging at her mind. She knew that down-and-out look, had seen it time and time again. Letting him sit any longer in his own mind wouldn’t be good without some distraction. “It’s good on it’s own, but it’s absolutely delightful with a bit of sweetener, if you have any..?”

Hattaki

 

[Hattaki]

With warmth spreading over his otherwise chilled body, Yudueth wished very much that he could curl into his mother's embrace, nestle beneath those wings and allow himself to relax, at last. But he was to blame for such a slew of mistakes and failures, such a terrible act, that there was no way for him to even relax. For once he wished that sleep would simply take him, but he'd been too afraid to curl into it's embrace either, for fear that despite his rider trying his best, he might simply slip Between or pass in his sleep from weakness.

It was what he deserved.

Still, despite what he believed he had earned with his actions, the little bronze couldn't wish that fate on Tsuyat, as he knew full well that the man would follow him rather than live on. He could feel it deep in his own bones, in all three of their hearts, that he wouldn't go alone to the darkness. Somehow it made it infinitely worse knowing that his actions could so harm them both. Without the energy to explain yet again, as he had to a mind healer's dragon more than once, Yudueth sent the images of those moments to his mother.

A rush of wind as stone came to meet him, ichor splaying everywhere from the wound he'd taken before falling. Followed almost immediately by a flash of fire that swallowed a fellow wingmate whole as his rider's body went first, Tsuyat's voice screaming out to them caught in his mind. For a man that wanted to help everyone, he'd wound up with such a worthless dragon to aid him. All Yudueth knew how to do was hurt others it seemed and what good was that to Pern? Just reliving the moments, the way he'd connected with the stone floor of the Bowl, Kolosoth's shriek of agony, had him shudder as if he were freezing.

Reaching a hand up to rub through the tangled mess of his always wild hair, Tsuyat staggered just a bit from the strength of Yudueth's grief as he shared it, nearly knocking back onto his bed from the force of it. Why hadn't he saved that sharding bottle instead of drinking it all? If ever there were a time that he needed the edge taken off rather than caffeine adding to the edge of his already wounded heart, it was now. Bisera did always bring the best tea though, the best everything, anytime she stopped by to visit with Adeniuth and she didn't need to have his pain making her uncomfortable.

Two dark eyes peered into hers when a hand touched his cheek, the kettle pulled away before both were. It felt nice to be reminded for just the briefest of seconds that someone cared. Oh sure, most in the Weyr did care a bit and wanted them back in fighting shape, that was mostly because they were useless as they were now and that's not what a Threadfighting Weyr needed, useless dragonriding pairs. Mindhealers, friends, even his wingleader, they'd all stopped to talk to him and let him know that there was help. But while he'd come to grips with it some time back, it was Yudueth that was taking it out of them both and he was the one that was paying the price along with his dragon. "Sweet'ner... there's some around here." Tsuyat glanced about curiously and opened up his trunk. "Somewhere."

Though it took some digging, he eventually held up a bottle of syrup that he'd gotten from his mother a while back. Never one for a lot of sweets or anything with much sugar, he hadn't tried it. But his parents assured him it was good with just about anything. "There's this stuff?"

Prism Shine