Time Stamp: Summer 32, 513
It seemed that everybody had left the city for the coolness down by the bay; and they were wiser for it. However, there were some in Wind Reach that simply could not vacate their positions because of the weather. Lavira was one of those few, and it was with good cause!
The sweltering heat demanded the eighteen year old wear as little as she could as she climbed the trails to the nesting aeries. Even the airy bryda felt too hot and had been rolled up and tied over her knees, leaving her calves bare. There were four young birds who needed looking after and the Dek simply couldn't be trusted to tend them.
Vira stopped in the stock area near the first of the aeries in use and found the cart she used to haul the tubs and feed and other supplies between aeries each day and loaded these up with tubs of water; had she access to the glacier ice, she might have brought some to help cool the aeries off and prevent the young birds from overheating, but that was not doable presently, leaving the teen strictly with water to use. By the time she got the cart filled and up to the old matron eagle's nest, she was red in the face and sweating profusely. The heat this side of the mountain was definitely unbearable; she'd need to take breaks often or she was going to overheat. To this, Vira was very much aware of.
She stopped inside the older dames nest, huffing as she dragged the first shallow bin in. The bird was perched on the edge of her nest opening and closing her wings so that the two tiny eaglets were being fanned. The sweltering temperature was far too high for the birds to survive; it was a wonder the dame had managed to keep them going this long.
"I'm going to check the vents after I get the pans filled for you, Heshvala, and Mohya. Just bare with me." She said, dumping the water into the pans and stepping away for the bird to soak her underside.
She moved on to Heshvala's and set the pans up once more. The eagle mother had already dried her drink trough in an effort to keep the young birds cool, her feathery legs showing signs of soakage and the twins hovering against the stockings to take advantage of the slightly cooler temperature. 'vala looked near panic, her crest high and her wings pumping to keep the air over the nest circulating. "Hey, hey, Vala, calm down. You're going to hurt yourself, girly." Vira said as she worked with the pans. "Go sit in the water; I'll help the hatchlings to the shallow one to cool their legs. They'll be okay, but if you keep up like that you're going to do them no good." Vira offered, stepping into the nest to urge one of the young eaglets out and to the shallow pool she had set up with a tasty bit of meat.
The ginger felt her own temperature was likely too high from having done so much in so short an amount of time, but what choice did she have? This was her job, her life! It was the Inartans way of life! A whole generation had been lost the previous year no thanks to the storm; if these two were to die now because it was too hot, it would be another full year before the opportunity at new broods was to come again, and that was something that could not be lost. Not ever again.
It seemed that everybody had left the city for the coolness down by the bay; and they were wiser for it. However, there were some in Wind Reach that simply could not vacate their positions because of the weather. Lavira was one of those few, and it was with good cause!
The sweltering heat demanded the eighteen year old wear as little as she could as she climbed the trails to the nesting aeries. Even the airy bryda felt too hot and had been rolled up and tied over her knees, leaving her calves bare. There were four young birds who needed looking after and the Dek simply couldn't be trusted to tend them.
Vira stopped in the stock area near the first of the aeries in use and found the cart she used to haul the tubs and feed and other supplies between aeries each day and loaded these up with tubs of water; had she access to the glacier ice, she might have brought some to help cool the aeries off and prevent the young birds from overheating, but that was not doable presently, leaving the teen strictly with water to use. By the time she got the cart filled and up to the old matron eagle's nest, she was red in the face and sweating profusely. The heat this side of the mountain was definitely unbearable; she'd need to take breaks often or she was going to overheat. To this, Vira was very much aware of.
She stopped inside the older dames nest, huffing as she dragged the first shallow bin in. The bird was perched on the edge of her nest opening and closing her wings so that the two tiny eaglets were being fanned. The sweltering temperature was far too high for the birds to survive; it was a wonder the dame had managed to keep them going this long.
"I'm going to check the vents after I get the pans filled for you, Heshvala, and Mohya. Just bare with me." She said, dumping the water into the pans and stepping away for the bird to soak her underside.
She moved on to Heshvala's and set the pans up once more. The eagle mother had already dried her drink trough in an effort to keep the young birds cool, her feathery legs showing signs of soakage and the twins hovering against the stockings to take advantage of the slightly cooler temperature. 'vala looked near panic, her crest high and her wings pumping to keep the air over the nest circulating. "Hey, hey, Vala, calm down. You're going to hurt yourself, girly." Vira said as she worked with the pans. "Go sit in the water; I'll help the hatchlings to the shallow one to cool their legs. They'll be okay, but if you keep up like that you're going to do them no good." Vira offered, stepping into the nest to urge one of the young eaglets out and to the shallow pool she had set up with a tasty bit of meat.
The ginger felt her own temperature was likely too high from having done so much in so short an amount of time, but what choice did she have? This was her job, her life! It was the Inartans way of life! A whole generation had been lost the previous year no thanks to the storm; if these two were to die now because it was too hot, it would be another full year before the opportunity at new broods was to come again, and that was something that could not be lost. Not ever again.
