Logs:A Crappy Turnday
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| RL Date: 26 September, 2009 |
| Who: Kash |
| Involves: Tillek Hold |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Kezend is gone, and Nakasha's turnday sucks accordingly. |
| When: Day 6, Month 11, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| It was a crappy turnday. Now that Kezend was gone, Tillek seemed empty and dull, in a way it hadn't before she'd met him. All of the things she'd found fun and interesting about it were boring, now, and Esnara was more annoying than ever. She still hadn't really forgiven Nakasha for cutting off her hair; she fussed too much, almost as bad as Mother. In some ways, Kash was almost beginning to think going home would be a blessing. Better than wandering around all the places she connected with Kezend, and remembering over and over again that he was gone, and who knows when or if she'd see him again. She felt like crap; she felt like her whole body was in mourning, now. They'd been making plans for her turnday the day before it happened - two sevens ago, now. He'd promised her surprises, a truly memorable day, because, "You only turn seventeen once, Kash, and I intend you to remember it forever." She'd laughed and told him that her brother K'del had ended up Weyrleader on his seventeenth turnday, so perhaps it ran in the family. He'd kissed her, and told her he didn't think he could manage anything quite so life changing, but it would be perfect, anyway. And then the next morning he'd come and found her and given her the news: he was being sent home. His time at Tillek was always going to be temporary, just a brief sojourn to see something of how other holds were run, and now he was to go back to Boll to start pulling his weight somehow. They'd come up with something to keep a grandson of the Lord Holder busy. The day after? He was gone. Kash kicked a stone in the courtyard and watched it ricochet into the hold wall. Why'd he have to be Blooded? If he hadn't been, anything would've been possible. She might even have married him. Which wasn't to say that she wasn't sensible, aware that she'd only known him a little while, and that this could just be infatuation, her first-- he was special, because of that. But. It didn't matter, anyway: she'd never he the opportunity, and she might as well forget him entirely. And it was raining again. That's all it ever seemed to do in Tillek, this time of the turn. She was already wet to the bone, though, so what would it matter if she stayed out here in the rain for a time longer? She'd have to change later, anyway. K'del was coming - they were going to have a family dinner, with Perris and Caderin and Esnara. She was looking forward to seeing the youngest of her brothers, but it wasn't exactly exciting. Stupid Kezend. It wasn't fair... he shouldn't have made her fall in love with him, if he was just going to be taken away like this. And now she was probably going to end up being sent home at the end of the turn, to marry some hold boy who'd never compare, and she'd be miserable and trapped forever. Being seventeen sucked. |
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