Keeping his hand in ... the dirt (stand alone)

Not the large stone caverns that Weyr people are used to, these are buildings built on the top of the cliff, sometimes referred to as the Weyr Cliff. These buildings are all the same size, with multiple apartments for dragonriders to live in in each building. Because of space constraints, dragons sleep in large pavilions built around the dragonrider apartments.
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Sun Oct 21, 2018 9:50 pm

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Var'n had known full well that if he ever Impressed, it would cause some delay in his projects. He had accepted that, and made certain at all times to keep a pure line of each plant line that he was working on. He had found a few moment here and there to make certain those plant lines were still being kept up, and that hadn't been a problem, since the plants themselves were quite useful.

Other than those few and far between trips to the greenhouse to confirm that he had work to return to, however, Var'n had not been working with plants during his time as a weyrling. He had used some of his training as a healer, but only to help with follow-up treatment for other injured weyrlings, after they had seen fully trained healers.

Now, he was staring at a mostly-dead plant left behind by the previous resident of this Weyr. People were worse about house plants than they were about pets! Someone got this when it was pretty, probably promising themself that they would take good care of it....

Well, it wasn't completely dead, and if Var'n couldn't take the time to work on a less odorous form of numbweed, he could at least rescue this poor thing.

What kind of plant is it? Quiloth asked curiously, and Var'n had to admit that he didn't know. It was deciduous, and obviously something that a rider had wanted to keep in his or her weyr. So probably pretty in some season or another. But not necessarily a good plant to keep inside, and only a bit of the plant was still alive above the dirt. Not even a single leaf remained, but there was life still in the stem, and Var'n was going to give it a try. Repotting it would be too traumatic at this point, but he grabbed a scrap and started making a list. He would need a bit of fertilizer, some more soil for the pot, and certainly a watering can.


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Quiloth     Elahrairath     Nahumth      
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Zenith         Ramlahvas
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   Atumra       Panlovis     Galask  Gask                      
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Mon Dec 31, 2018 1:22 am

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Saving the plant had been harder than he expected. First he'd had to contend with Begonia thinking the pot made a lovely bed. Eventually his scoldings combined with a more comfortable bed elsewhere had stopped that habit. But by then it was mid spring, and the plant had barely been alive at all.

By the end of the spring, he'd been pretty sure that the plant was going to live. It was starting to poke a few leaves out, and seemed less prone to drooping. So far this summer, however, he had been uncertain how much water was enough without being too much.

It was irritating, and if he knew what the plant actually was, instead of just guessing it was something native to the southern continent, he would be doing better. Still, he hoped it would be thriving by the following spring.

It was certainly more productive than thinking about his approaching graduation. Every weyrbrat anticipated Threadfall, he had certainly Impressed with the expectation of fighting Thread, but as the time of placement in a true wing approached, Var'n was aware that he was nervous. He doubted he was the only one, but he didn't really know how to share his fears with his classmates. Was he a coward, for worrying about how much getting scored (as he was certain to experience eventually) would hurt? True, he was more worried about how he would cope with Quiloth's pain when the pewter was scored, or how he would help Quiloth get through HIS pain. But the thought of his own pain was still frightening.

Oddly enough it wasn't death that was scaring him. Everyone died eventually, and dragonriders often died younger than holders, especially during Passes. If he and Quiloth survived until the Interval, then their chances would change. While he did not want to die young, if he and Quiloth died fighting Thread, they would at least be doing their job. He just wished he could be confident that such a death would be quick.

Var'n went back to fussing over the plant that was barely holding on. He didn't think plants felt pain, for all that they were often useful in sparing pain to dragons and humans alike. Would the plant be grateful that he was saving it, if it could feel anything at all? Or would it resent that it was being kept alive despite its truly poor condition. If plants could feel pain he was sure that this one would have been in constant agony since well before he found it.
Quiloth     Elahrairath     Nahumth      
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Zenith         Ramlahvas
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   Atumra       Panlovis     Galask  Gask                      
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