Looking for Advice (open)

[summerrain]

She had seen the fight between Saphireth and Metanath... Seen Hocteth lunge at her friend... No... It had all been too much. The girl had insisted on being left alone, and it had been days since she'd ventured out of the furs, let alone out into the Weyr proper. Picosith was well worried now. She hadn't known the Cliffside WatchRider as well as Hers had, but she had spoken to the Black dragon a few times. If only she had known... No, if she had gotten involved, then she might've lost her life as well.

But still... She should've done something. Anything... At least then she wouldn't feel so guilty... But of course, she hated the thought of having to part with Tera. The girl was still so young... What would happen to Tera if anything happened to Picosith? Oh, she couldn't bear that thought, not now. It had only been days since Metanath and N'kio had been lost, after all.

Thankfully Saphireth and Hocteth were nowhere nearby right now. She couldn't deal with that. As far as she believed, those two and their riders were responsible for Tera's depression. And they were the cause of Metanath and N'kio's deaths. Even Tera's little Sunlace flit was sad in her place on Picosith's shoulder. The Sunlace was only just old enough to feed herself, which was good, but like the child didn't want to eat. They would both waste away at this rate...

But the Healers would tell Picosith what she already knew if they saw Hers. She was depressed, and that's all there was to it. Then again, maybe a Lifewing's Song could at least get Tera to eat again...

In truth, Picosith didn't know what to do, so she sought out one of the older dragons, one of the ones who might know. But who? She had thought about asking Ancalanth, but there was the high likelihood that he was busy. Mosiliath had also seemed to vanish, and it was hard for a Tiger of that size to go hide somewhere. But Picosith kept looking. She had to know. Tera was Hers, after all, and that was enough motivation for Picosith to get advice.

[Kaya]

The haze that had settled into the valley was thick. The winds had not been favorable against the fires. Kayleth sat up on the heights as close to the sea as she was able, but the inland breeze that day was dead.

She had suggested to Kaya that they go live somewhere else for a while. Her Rider had refused. This was their home. Unfortunately that meant that Kaya stayed inside at all times, the smoke irritating even the youngest and healthiest of the Weyr's members.

So in the midst of her own concerns, Kayleth spotted Picosith, one of the little ones. Her body language suggested that she was searching, and perhaps, if the smoke wasn't playing tricks on her old eyes, that the young dragon was troubled by something.

Young one, you seem troubled, Kayleth inquired with a statement. She genuinely wanted to help out where she could (retired life was nice, but sometimes she wished she could be more useful than just another body napping on the heights). Unfortunately, some dragons didn't like Queens with too much free time poking their noses into personal matters.

[summerrain]

Picosith spotted the form of the older Queen just before she heard the voice. She approached slowly, respectfully, before finally voicing her concern.

Queen Kayleth, TeraMine is unwell, she stated simply. She refuses to leave the weyr, and even the food that gets brought up remains uneaten... Did you hear about what happened after Saphireth's first Flight? she asked sadly.

I feel like I could've stepped in... Interfered in some way... Picosith admitted after a moment. TeraMine is so sad... There is a strange darkness in her heart that I have not seen within her before. And I believe the deaths of Metanath and N'kio to be the cause. Here she paused, settling into a more comfortable position. I see swirling emotions within her, and I can tell that she is struggling... But her mind is so clouded now that even I can't tell what she's thinking... I am not sure what to do to help her. There it was. The real problem that was always on her mind. How could she help the little one that was Hers? Or did the child have to get through it on her own?