Logs:AU - A Calm and Stable Influence
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| RL Date: 7 September, 2013 |
| Who: Tayte, Fauth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Immediately after H'vier's departure, Tayte processes with her lifemate. |
| Where: Tayte's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, month 9, turn 32 |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Just a fun thing. |
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| The door slammed behind H'vier. « Well, that didn't go well. » The familiar gnarled branches of Fauth entwined themselves into her frozen thoughts. « No. » Tayte agreed as the branches brought feeling back to her numb mind. She couldn't tear her eyes from the door. « He really is gone. » The branches twined themselves beneath Tayte's mental presence and swung her gently, a comforting memory of the simple joys of long ago. Fauth was always a comfort. He gave her anything she needed. Now she needed his comfort. « Did he...? » Tayte asked, her eyes finally pulling away from the door he'd departed through - the back exit from the low-level weyr she shared with her brown. He liked being able to keep his roots close to the ground. « He did. » Simply. « Wow. » Fauth's amusement shook the wooden supports silently, as they would quiver in a playful breeze. « It is quite the expression for one such as he. » « I had no idea. » Tayte moved to the uneaten food, covering H'vier's bowl again and settling onto the loveseat with her own. If she'd been alone, she probably would have been too upset to eat. As it was, when rations were thin, there was no sense in being wasteful. Fauth and his deep roots gave her stability. The leaves tickled at that thought, teasing it. « Didn't you? » He challenged gently. « Well... » Her admission was hesitating. « No, not really. It was about sex, wasn't it? Wasn't it always supposed to be about sex with H'vier? He wasn't deep. He didn't have feelings. I've seen him get rejected. Over and over. And over. And over. And over. I wasn't supposed to be able to hurt him. » « But you have. » This is noted gently, and she felt the refreshing touch of the drizzle of rain seeping through his leaves to reach her. « What will you do now? » « Eat. » Fauth wasn't impatient. « After that. » Tayte's sigh slipped out after she swallowed the bite of stew. « I don't know. » « He wanted roots with you, Tayte. » And nothing to do with roots was ever to be taken lightly when Fauth was doing the talking. It was reproachful. Ugh. Dragon guilt. The worst kind. « But I don't know if I want roots. » She complained. « Everyone wants roots. » Of this, he was certain. The alternative was an impossibility in his world paradigm. « Well, alright, but maybe not the same kind he wants. » Tayte conceded. « That doesn't mean you should give up on him. » Fauth was a giving dragon. He would give up all of himself to be whatever she needed, but she knew he would never give up on her, or anyone else he considered important. She pursed her lips, and then gave in. « You're right. » Fauth usually was when it came to relationships - to bonds. He was the voice of wisdom and reason of the two of them. « Alright. I'll find him and apologize. I'll try to work things out with him. There was probably a better way to bring all that up. He still would have been angry but maybe we could've talked about it. » Her willingness to face bravely what before their bonding some ten turns back at Benden would have sent her fleeing made him proud. He showered her in his adoration, his steady support, and gave her just what she needed to rise to the occasion. |
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