Logs:A'son and Persie Have a Little Chat
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| RL Date: 18 April, 2009 |
| Who: A'son, Persie |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: They talk about some personal matters. |
| When: Day 9, Month 6, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| It's the day after the day after the flight. The old creamy furniture has been dragged out to the ledge. That's where A'son can be found, he sitting out there, reclined in one of the chairs. His eyes are closed and he has a wide-brimmed hat placed on his head. Nikoth is no where to be seen, so it's just the bronzerider this afternoon. It's possible that Secath and Persie were just passing by without any intention to stop in on A'son, but the oddity of seeing that creamy furniture out on the ledge catches their eye, adjusts their course, and the green lands rather daintily on the absent bronze's ledge. Persie just sit there, though, peering at A'son, trying to determine if he's awake under that hat before she says anything, as if a dragon landing is so unnoticeable that he might sleep through it. A'son stays in that position for some time. But eventually he lifts the hat from his head, eyes adjusting to the light. He looks at Secath, smiles slowly and then waves lazily. "Persie, afternoon." Then he's dropping the hat back down over his face again. "Are you sleeping?" Persie answers that greeting with a question, because sleeping men say hello all the time. "We can go," she adds in. She must assume she should, as Secath is already turning around, getting ready for take off. "I wasn't sleeping. You can come on down," A'son peeks the hat up to look again, "If you want." He watches passively as Secath begins to turn around. Invited to stay. Persie doesn't delay then - she lets out a relieved sort of sigh and slips down from Secath's shoulder to walk over and flop on the seat next to A'son. "So." A'son pulls that thing off his head and tosses it onto the ledge. "So. What's going on?" He asks, voice filled with trepidation. He looks over to Persie for a second before he takes his eyes back to Secath. He tosses the hat and Persie moves quickly to retrieve it, to pull it down onto her own head and collapse herself back into her seat, a leg slug in A'son's lap. She smiles, not one of those big blinding ones, just a usual smile. "I'm here." That's what's going on. "Heard things, though." A'son moves back just a bit as the leg is coming in. He puts a hand casually onto her, watching with a small amused smile as she puts his hat on. "You are here." For the part about hearing things, his small smile starts to disappear. "Oh yeah?" "That you got hurt," Persie supplies. She chews her lip though, since his smile is fading so quickly. "Are you hurt? Badly?" Her eyes flick over him, searching for signs of blood or bones sticking out of his clothes. His face gest a bit of extra scrutiny and her fingers reach out to take his chin and turn his face this way and that. "Is that a bruise?" A'son lets Persie turn his face around, "Yeah. It'll get better in a couple of days, I'm sure. I kept ice on it last night, it's not so bad." He takes his hand off her leg and pats his right shoulder lightly. "Here. This hurts. But..." The bronzerider shrugs in a 'what are you going to do' way. "It's my own fault I'm hurting anyway." While the shade of his hat might hide the way Persie's pale brows pull together, the worried downward curve of her mouth is clear. She lets her hand fall frm his chin to his chest, away from the shoulder she's looking at now. "What happened?" He slips his hand down onto the one of hers that's pressing his chest. "I... didn't want to be Weyrleader. So I took myself out of the flight." There's explanation number one. He points to the bruise on his face, "And then Tiriana didn't like that I didn't want to be Weyrleader." A'son sighs and smiles a little again. "Don't look worried. I'm okay, really. I just... I did this. Don't worry." "Oh A'son," she says with a little shake of her head, no more drama than that. But Persie's looking at him with her brow all furrowed and her teeth in her lip. "You're just... all adrift. Aren't you." It's anyone's guess where that came from, "Adrift." A'son repeats the word. "Yeah, it's something like that. I don't know. I just don't feel like much of anything anymore." He leans pats her hand and then lets the contact break as he takes his away. "It's nice to just sit here and not think about anything." Persie isn't looking much at ease, no matter how little A'son makes of his injuries. Her brows are tightly pinched together as she stares at his shoulder, even if there isn't much to see. With an exhales she sits back again and tries to rub that crease from her forhead. "I have trouble with that. Not thinking. I always end up thinking of something, no matter how much I mean not to." "You remember how we talked about not thinking, or giving up on thinking?" A'son asks as he reclines back in the chair. He stretches his legs out and yawns, "I've decided to go ahead with that. In my personal life. For the remainder of it, however long that is." Her mouth twitches a little, pulled this way first, then that. Persie's eyes have dropped to watch her hands in her lap. "What happens when you think?" she wonders quietly. "It's a little painful." Pause, "Correction. A lot painful. I'm done with it. I'm going to live moment to moment and then that's just going to be it." A'son purses his lips and sighs. "I don't want to remember anything that happened before today." "Will you remember today tomorrow? Or have you decided not to remember any day before whatever day it is?" This thought distracts Persie for just a moment, coming out of her mouth as quickly as she thinks of it, her head canted to the side. But then just as quickly she's looking back at him again. "I'm sorry it hurts." Her legs stretch, just to move over his and relax again. "I don't know how to not think about yesterday. Sometimes I feel like I remember all this... stuff. But it's not the real stuff, it's just all the things I felt. Or didn't feel and should have. I can't remember anything useful, but I remember all of that." "No, tomorrow I'll remember today. I'm just not going to remember yesterday. As in... yesterday." A'son furrows his eyebrows, having clearly not thought too hard on that. He watches as her legs come back over his again, almost as a reflex is hand is there. "It's alright. I don't want to remember the actual memories or the feelings that went along with it. Yesterday was terrible and so was the day before, really. I'm pretty much going to try and blot that all out." "Well, that's good. Remembering today. If you weren't remembering today then... I don't know." Her foot bounces, just once, just randomly, but thre isn't enough movement to dislodge that hand from her leg. "So I shouldn't ask you about yesterday, then. Because it didn't happen." With her head relaxed back, she pulls the hat down over her face, hiding her expression. "You can, but I won't know what you're talking about. Because yesterday didn't happen." A'son points out, lifting one finger and smiling faintly. "I'm going to remember today. It's a new day. A different one." She misses the finger, her face still hidden behind that hat. And now her voice is a touch muffled by it. "Do you think it will work? I don't know that I've ever really... tried. I hate feeling things but there's something... important? Maybe that's the word. There's something important, to me, in feeling things." "To me too. But I just don't think that I'm equipped to handle them. I just... I don't know anymore. They're too hard and I'm too tired of trying to figure them all out." A'son runs his hand along her leg. "I don't know if it's going to work." Quieter, "It probably won't. But I need to do something. Even if it's just consciously doing nothing." She could probably speak to that, being unable to handle feelings, doing nothing, but A'son doesn't want to think about those things, so Persie looks forward instead. "We're going to have eggs and the we're going to have weyrlings." The smile is already audible even in her voice, even before she lifts the edge of that hat to peek out sideways at him. "I love having new weyrlings." "That hat looks good on you. I got it at..." A'son trails off and then laughs, at himself it seems. "Someplace." He begins to smile, a bit more genuinely when she sounds happy. "You certainly seem too. It's been a long time since I was in those barracks. What got you into... that? The weyrling instruction, all of that?" "Someplace," Persie repeats, still peaking and also letting that compliment fly right by. "Is that a place you actually can't remember or just a place you've decided not to remember now?" But he's smiling more and so she keeps smiling, glad to see it. Only then it hitches on one side to turn rather less happy and more bittersweet. She pulls the hat down turning it between her fingers, her blonde hair rather mussed. "I'daur. I'duar asked me to help him." "It's a place that I'v decided not to remember." A'son replies with that smile turning mischivious. "This could be like a game. I point out something and then we try to guess where I got it from." When the other bronzerider's name is mentioned his smile turns down, fading away. "I'daur was a character." "He was... a lot of things," Persie says, that sweet, sad smile still holding on. "I'd like to say he was my friend but I don't think... I don't know. He was very good to me. He didn't have to be." She draws in a breath and slips her glance toward A'son again, a smirk growing. "How can you forget if we talk about it?" Which doesn't mean she doesn't guess anyway. "Ista?" "He saved my life." He scratches at the scruff growing on his cheek. "And N'thei's." A'son drops his hand and looks out across the ledge. "I don't know how many poeple he considered his friends." Her question draws a quick look from him and he grins again. "I don't know. It's not a perfect plan. And yes." "He probably saved mine too," Persie adds as she sinks her teeth into her lip. But better not to dwell on those things. It's better to smile and laugh at A'son's admission that she's guess correctly. "That was too easy. What else do you want me to guess?" A'son's eyebrows lift at her own admission, but she doesn't readily explain so he lets it slide. For now. "Right, I guess it was. Maybe we shoul go back and forth. You ask me to guess something. Then we see if I get it right or wrong, then I'll ask you another one. Otherwise it'd end up all lopsided." Persie brings that hat up again, squishing it down on her head and squinting up into the sunny sky. "What kind of thing should I ask? Where I got my shoes or my shirt or something?" Then her foot bounces again and her eyes slip toward the bronzerider. "It will all be lopsided anyway, since you only have today to answer about and I have yesterday and all the days before it." "You can just pretend that all your days before this didn't happen. Or, just only ask me to guess about things that happened to you today." The best solution he can come up with. "Or we could play cards or something that's not so convoluted." Persie makes a face, nose wrinkled as she shakes her head at cards. "No, I'll think of something." She stares at her own foot, the one still thrown across A'son's lap, lookin very serious, very thoughtful. "Wait, am I asking you something about you or something about me? It's hard to ask you something about me." She's going to try, though, and hold the brim of her hat on either side, pulling it down so that it starts to take on a bonnet-like appearance. "Guess something that I like... to eat? No, that's a dumb question. I like to eat everything. Guess my favorite animal?" A'son watches as she bends the hat around, he smiles a tiny bit as he lifts his eyebrows. "You're supposed to ask me to guess something about you." The eyebrows hike up further. "You like to eat everything? Literally everything?" He asks back, looking incredulous. "Kittens?" A stab in the dark, for sure. "Not -everything-. I don't eat wood or hides or clothes or anything like that," Persies laughs as she rolls her eyes. "But, you know, food. I'll eat anything. I like it all." Her thin shoulders shrug and then she's shaking her head, turning that botten back and forth. "Everyone loves kittens. They aren't my favorite." She wets her lips, tucks them away inside her smile and asks, "Am I supposed to tell you the answer or do you keep guessing?" "Oh good, I was sort of worried there for a second. I wish I loved to eat everything. It'd make dinner time so much easier. I could just put together a big plate of anything." A'son frowns when he gets his guess wrong though, bites his lips. "Not your favorite. How about... two guesses total and then you tell me the answer? Runners?" "Or just a big plate?" Persie laughs lightly. And then she tips, letting herself fall against A'son's side, shoulder, whatever it is that's nearest, her hands still gripping her hat. "Not runners either. They're pretty though. I like... goats. I mean, I like all sorts of animals but goats always get overlooked. And they're so cute and silly and mischevous. And I like their horns. I bet it would be fun to have horns. Today, I think the goat is my favorite." "Goats?" A'son repeats, looking surprised. "Yeah, I wouldn't have guessed goats. That's for sure." He throws an arm companionably around her as she leans into his shoulder. "What do you think is going to be your favorite for tomorrow?" "Hm." Persie gives it thought, oh yes she does, though with the hat he probably can't see her face anymore. "Oxen, I think. Because they do all that hard work and seem so... nice about it. They seem gentle and strong. I like that. Plus sometimes they have that ring..." She turns her head so that she can see A'son then, or so he can see her, and she pinches at her nose. That ring. "I've seen people with that same time of ring before. Through the nose? Only ever the type that are on the ships though." A'son notes idly, he glances at his hat covered friend and begins to laugh. "What are you doing? You're going to suffocate yourself in there." "Would I look good with one of those rings?" Persie wonders, pinching, releasing, pinching releasing, making her voice go nasally for certain syllables. "Oh, you have to ask the next question. I think? Or did we both go now? You should just ask something. Whatever kind of something you want." "I don't think that type of nose ring would look good on you." A'son continues to laugh while she pinches and releases her nose, eyeballing her. "I don't even know." He sighs and looks across the ledge. A hand rubs at the stubble on his cheek, "How long do you think I've been sitting here for?" "Maybe a few hours?" She pulls back examine the wrinkliness of his clothes and the length of that stubble. "Since... the flight? Was it so bad?" Persie's lips purse in their effort not to frown, but she shakes her head at that last guess. "You'd have had to get up and pee at some point at least." "A couple, yeah. And right again. I did have to get up at one point." A'son drops his hand away from his face. "It was pretty bad. The flight, the morning after. The stuff after the morning after." He frowns and shakes his head. Putting forth a smile, "Today has been nice though." "Did you drink too much?" That's what happened after the flight, right? Persie is settling down against him again, her head resting on his shoulder, her expression hidden by the bending brim of the hat though her gaze is off across the bowl anyway. "I didn't drink anything after the flight. Except maybe some water. I went to the infirmary afterwards and they patched me up." A'son's free hand starts to play with the brim of her (his) hat. Not bending it like she is, just running his fingers along the rim. Persie watches that finger on the edge of her hat, and she rounds her lips to blow at it. "They weren't nice in the infirmary?" Eventually Persie will figure out where things went wrong, or rather, how they went so wrong. Then she's distracted again. "If you're not remembering anything before today, what about all the time we've been friends? When you came over and when we painted and how you gave me those birds. Do you get to remember all of those things?" "They were nice, I guess. They were just sort of concerned and really confused about everything." A'son wiggles his finger at when she blows on it. "Alright." She's got him there. "I'll remember those things. This is really more like a selective memory thing." "Well, I'm confused too, I guess. But I'm always confused. I don't know why you didn't just... leave the weyr before hand. But then maybe it's hard to do that, too. My dragon doesn't chase. I don't know how it feels, really. But still." She looks up at him, plainly concerned. "You aren't hurt too badly, right?" "We'd just returned from doing sweeps. I didn't know that she was going to go up that day. But then... she did." A'son shrugs helplessly. "No, I'm not hurt that bad. I missed anything really important. It's going to be fine." "Well, I don't like it," Persie says with the shake of her head, disapproving that this is the way things have turned out. "Are you going to tell me what happened? Why you want to forget everything? Or, well, almost everything." Her hands sneak over to catch on of his in the tangle of her fingers. "Well, it's sort of a done deal." A'son points out, even as his finger gets stolen by hers. He gives a little squeeze. "It's just... It's not the flight that I want to forget. I sort of want to. But I could live with it." "At least you're not weyrleader?" Persie tries to put a positive spin on it. "Yeah, really. Thanks for small miracles." A'son quirks his lips into a half-grin as he continues wiggling around the caught finger. Persie sits there for a little while longer, watching her hands and his hand and thinking whatever it is that rattles around in her blonde head. But then she's sitting up, drawing her hands away from him and taking the hat off. With a smile she puts that hat back on A'son. "Tired of it already?" A'son asks, settling the thing back onto his skull. He tips it up so he can see her better and looks questioningly at her face. "Are you leaving?" "I like the hat. I might have to get one. I should have more hats." But Persie does seem to be getting ready to stand. She pulls her leg from A'son's lap and pushes herself up onto a knee before she pauses. "Did you want me to stay?" "I could get you one. They have really nice ones at Ista. With fabric flowers and ribbons and everything, I know a person who makes them." A'son got only one connection at Ista. A hat maker. Go figure. He looks a touch morose when it seems she might be leaving. "Of course. I like when you stay, you're good company. But if you have things to do, I understand..." "Ribbons," they make Persie smile. And while she might be posed in mid-leaving, she still doesn't move. "I just... If you don't... I don't want..." Since that apparently doesn't work, she just shakes her head and smile shyly, apologetically. "If you want to stay, I want you to stay. If you have something to do, go. I'll be okay." A'son tells her, giving her a small encouraging smile. Then, "Ribbons, yes. Some of the women's hats are really nice that this guy makes. I think he turns a really good profit from them too." "I don't know what I want to do. Whatever is best. You don't want to talk about whatever it is and maybe you don't want to talk at all. Maybe you'd just rather be alone. And maybe if I stay I'll just babble and say the wrong things, just to say something." It all comes out in a stream as Persie frowns at herself. "I never know when people need company and when they need to be alone. I always guess wrong." He makes like he's going to do some babbling of his own, likely about the hats. When A'son stops himself to look down at his hands. He wrings them together a little. "I want to. I want to talk about it. But I just don't even know where to start, it's just so... I never thought it, I was just. I thought I was done. I really did. But then I- I did something I didn't think I would do. And it was good, really good. But then it was gone. I guess, I deserved it. I don't know. I don't know, Persie." He bites his lip hard and continues to stare down at his hand. "Just don't go yet, please?" Persie is sinking back down onto the couch before he asks, before he even starts to talk. It's when he starts wringing his hands that her posture relaxes and her weight starts to drop down again beside him. She's trying hard to follow, blue eyes big and sympathetic. She hardly knows where to start any more than he does, so she just asks the frist thing to come to mind. "Done with what?" "Milani." A'son says with a sigh and shakes his head. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." His fingers are tightly locked together, a little white showing on the knuckles. "I should have just stayed away. I knew it wasn't going to work before. I knew it. And then, after the flight when I was in the infirmary? She was there. Right there." There's more headshaking. "And I went back to her rooms with her." Her hand is gentle when it touches those white knuckles. "It was a flight," Persie reminds him. "Things like that happen. The first time I went home with I'daur was after a flight." The tip of her head waits for more from him. "It's not just the sex, it was..." He takes in a deeper breath, "I stayed the night and left in the morning. To take a bath. And my shoulder," A'son points at it. "Started to bleed again. So I went to the infirmary. I got waylaid and it was awhile before I got back." The white knuckling starts to happen again. "I felt different. I wanted to see her, to talk. About everything. When I finally got there again, her door was unlocked. So I just went in." His eyes are fixated on some point. "And she was in her bedroom. With someone else. K'del, I think. I'm sure." There's a pause. "I was gone a couple of hours and she was fucking our new Weyrleader." A roll of his eyes. "I just left." Persie listens to the words like she's watching a movie of A'son going through these moments, or maybe as if she's watching it all happen from somewhere over his shoulder, feeling some muted version of his reactions as she would expect them to be. Hope turns to hurt, or so she guesses of his feelings. "A'son," the greenrider murmurs, letting her gaze drop down. With a big breath is seems like she might say something else, but it stalls and dies without finding her voice. "Then I took a short cut back to the bowl. And as I was walking through the tunnels, I ran into Tiriana. She gave me this." A'son unwrings his fingers long enough to point at the bruise on his face. "We got into a big fight. I'll be lucky if she doesn't kick me out of High Reaches and send me packing to the southern continent." He chews on his lip some more, "That's why I don't want rememeber yesterday. It was just really bad." Persie has an easier answer for that one. "Well have you told her you're sorry?" she wonders of his fight with Tiriana. "Unless you want to get sent away." The prospect makes Persie, well, she pouts guilelessly. "I let her punch me in the face. And then in the shoulder. And then she didn't stop, so I... it got ugly. I may have smacked her." And when A'son says 'may', it definitely sounds like he totally did smack her. "I don't think that 'I'm sorry' is going to work." He rubs his face and then pauses. "Did you just tell me you slept with I'daur?" "You -may- have smacked her? A'son, you smacked the weyrwoman? A girl?" Persie just stares at him for a moment with her eyes all big and her mouth slack with surprise. And then she's just snuggling up against his side, trying to get her arms around his middle. "A'son," mournful. "You're out of control." - "And you have to say you're sorry. When you do something you know is wrong, you have to say you're sorry. Even if it isn't enough." She lets out a heavy sigh for all of that, he cheek rested on his chest. I'daur? "Huh? Oh. Yeah." It sounds like she can't imagine why that would be interesing at a time like this. "She's not a girl. She's..." A'son stops when she tells him, with that mournful face, that he's out of control. He leans his elbows onto knees, bends over and starts to sob. It's a very pathetic sight as he rakes his fingers into his hair with one hand, and covers his face with the other. "She's just going to punch me again." As if this is the worst thing in the world. "I /am/ out of control. I've just ruined everything. She was right, I'm not man enough. And now the Weyrleader is a kid and I fucked everyone over. Why didn't she just listen to me before? I told her before I didn't want to be the leader. I don't want it. I can't. I'm not... I'm not that. I won't ever be." This statement is followed by more crying, more full-body wracked crying. When he leans forward A'son effectively dislodges Persie from her spot against him. But she doesn't seem to mind. She just crawls behind him, a leg to either side as she wraps her arms around his middle again and leans her cheek against his back. She doesn't say a thing but instead just holds him and lets him sob and talk as he needs to. The talking for now, has ceased and he simple cries. Lets out all of that pent up emotion, allows the up until now surpressed pain come out. After awhile, he starts to relax and just takes deep breaths. He leans back into Persie and touches her hands with his, "Thank you." Her fingers move to catch his when they come near. "Do you regret losing now?" Persie wonders of him. "Now that you know what happens when you don't? Or are you still sure you don't want to be... the weyrleader." She says it funny, but it's hard to pinpoint what about it is off. "I don't know. I don't want to be the weyrleader, I'm glad that it's someone else. But. I'm not so sure that I'm glad it's K'del." A'son shakes his head and lets his fingers wrap into hers. "You slept with I'daur." He's back to that again, as if he can't wrap his mind around that fact somehow. "I'm sorry. I just... I never thought you two were... I didn't know." "Maybe K'del will grow into it and be wonderful. Maybe he'll love it and be happy. You can't know. You can't even know all the things a person could be." Persie might murmur these things, and being behind him, it might be hard for her to be well heard, but she says them with conviction anyway. Then she turns her face against his back, resting there with her forehead. "Were what? We weren't... anything really. He took care of me, in his way. He might not even have meant to, but he did." "Maybe he will." A'son returns in a quiet voice. He twists arounds to wrap his arms around her and burrows his face into her shoulder. "It must have been more difficult for you though, then it was for a lot of other people. When he left. Even if he didn't mean it, he still was and now he's gone." There's a regret in his voice, a sadness for it. He pulls away to look at her face, "I can take care of you. I can just... watch and do something. I don't know. Whatever you want." She goes so still when he turns, when he says those words, but surely with his arms all wrapped around her A'son can feel the way Persie trembles, the way her breath catches hard in her chest. When he pulls back there are already tears running quickly down her cheeks, one after another, even if she hasn't let loose a single sob. She just looks at him, rather like she isn't capable of saying anything at all. A'son's eyes go wide at the sight of her crying and he wraps her up all over again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry." He pulls up a little and kisses her hair. "I promise, I promise I will. If you want me to. Anything." Then he's quiet, not anything anything else as he presses close to her. "I just," Persie starts to say, but opening her mouth, daring to speak only makes her breath grow suddenly choppy and hard to manage, refreshs the stream of tears. "I just try not to think about that part. The part when he left." She sniffles wetly as he holds her close again. "Don't be sorry. You don't have to be sorry." "I made you sad, I'm so sorry. I just... I have no idea what I was thinking. I'm an idiot." A'son doesn't move away, just presses his forehead into her hair and gives her more of a hug. "A'son, don't hurt yourself," Persie breathes out once the jerk of her chest is under control. She tries to push him back, gently, her eyes going to his shoulder. "I'm okay. It's just that..." It looks like she might tear up again, but she manages to keep it under control, forgoing whatever it was she was going to say to blink at him instead. "I'm not hurting myself. I just feel bad." A'son tells her quietly, moving away when she gives him that gentle push. He looks at her and the guilt in his eyes is evident. "It's just what?" He asks, letting go of her and brushing a piece of hair away. "People aren't like that to me. People say things but they don't.. I'm not... And I'daur didn't say anything but he was there. When I needed someone to sit next to, he was there. And then he wasn't there and I..." Persie gives up, shakes her head, sniffles again. "I don't want you to hurt your shoulder. You're not bleeding or anything, are you? Are you supposed to be moving your arm around like this?" "It's a little sore." A'son admits, glancing down at it. "I don't care, I'm not worried. It's going to be fine." He starts shaking his head. "Persie, Persie, you can come here anytime you want. I'll sit with you, I'll be quiet for a couple of minutes and not open my big mouth if you need me to not open it." "I know, A'son," Persie smiles for his offer, a hand lifting to touch his cheek. "I know. But I don't want you to be I'daur. And I don't think you have a big mouth." She laughs then, rubbing the wetness from her cheeks and where it's dribbled down her neck. "Relax. I cry. I'm sad and I cry." A'son smiles a little when she laughs, "I'm still sorry." He tells her sheepishly, dropping his hands into his laps. "I don't want to exactly be like I'daur. But I want you to know that someone's still going to be here for you. That there's still someone, you're not all alone or anything." Persie sniffles once more. "I didn't mean to cry. It just... caught me off guard. I don't even know how we got to talking about this," she laughs again, if a bit breathlessly and awkwardly. "Because I asked and said stuff." A'son tells her, then leans into the couch and sighs. "Now that I've made both of us upset... What's next?" He smiles a little, catching some humor now that she's laughing. Persie sniffles once more. "I didn't mean to cry. It just... caught me off guard. I don't even know how we got to talking about this," she laughs again, if a bit breathlessly and awkwardly. "You know," Persie begins, reclaiming her space on the couch, drawing her knees up under her chin, "I'm actually pretty happy now. You know, in general. We're going to have weyrlings and Milani found a way for me to help more and be useful and... I might not be much of anything, but I'm okay right now." There isn't the slightest reason to believe that she thinks 'right now' will last. "I'm glad that you're okay." A'son says, with genuine feeling behind it. He rests his chin on the back of the couch, turning his head to keep facing her. "That you're okay and happy." He glances away from her to notice the the sun is starting to come down and set. "Are you hungry?" Hungry? Persie nods her head, little bobs in quick succession. "Yeah. Did you want to go down to the caverns and eat?" She looks over him again, like before, looking at the wrinkles and scruff. "Have you left this ledge since... since?" "I had some crackers here... I kind of ate them already." That was probably last night's dinner. "So yeah, it'd be nice to get some real, hot dinner." A'son sits up and stretches. "I can change into fresh clothes and then we can go?" "Okay," Persie answers with another nod, another smile. There's something else running around in her head, something that makes her watch as A'son sits up and stretches, something that can't decide between curiosity and wariness. But ultimately, she'll wait there on the couch. He'll leave Persie out on the couch while he goes into the inner part of his weyr. There's some rustling around in there, the sound of things being tossed and moved aside. However, he does eventually emerge. His hair has been brushed out and he's wearing clothes that are clean and wrinkle free. When A'son walks out, he seems to notice that something is missing. That something is only missing for a minute. Nikoth flies up from the bowl and lands with some semblance of grace on the ledge. "Okay." He says, gets his riding gear together and sets to the task of putting it on the bronze quickly. "Whenever you're ready, Persie." |
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