Logs:A Weyrwoman's Reflections
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| RL Date: 13 October, 2015 |
| Who: Oriane |
| Involves: Crom Hold, Monaco Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Nothing goes to plan. |
| When: Day 26, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: M'kris/Mentions, Mirinda/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
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| She'd hoped Evielth would lay a queen, that last time. She'd known for a long time, now, that her turns as Monaco's Weyrwoman were nearly at an end, but she had hoped not to leave Mirinda alone. A good girl, Mirinda. It wasn't as if she could choose who her relatives were, but a good girl nonetheless. She'd need a junior, though; need another, supporting person to keep her stable, and to remind her, always, to minimise her father's influence. But Evielth hadn't laid a queen, and so, Oriane had waited. She'd not told anyone of her plans; information was power, and Oriane had little time for confidences if that meant giving up her power to others. And she had time. She no longer had time. She'd known that the moment she and Evielth witnessed Leiventh's last trip between, hovering in the air above Crom. She'd known it just as she'd known that whatever was upsetting Feyzeth was at the root of everything that was going on. She didn't know what it was, but... she knew. She knew what she needed to. It hurt a lot less than she expected it to. Perhaps it was because, in the moment, she knew nothing but business; nothing but the need to protect her Weyr, in this moment, if not in any future ones. At Crom, she did what she had to do. On the long, cold trip back home, she ignored M'kris as he ranted and raved. Whatever he'd done, whatever he'd not done, it was not in her hands. Mirinda understood. Mirinda drew her shoulders back and accepted the knot without question. She didn't smile and there was worry behind her eyes, but she didn't voice it. That was good; Oriane was no longer her superior, and no longer here to tell her what to do. This was for the best; it was time. M'kris could not possibly serve as Mirinda's Weyrleader, not after this, and not even without it. It was late, at Monaco-- the middle of the night already, the shadows long and lonely. She sat with Evielth rather than alone, curling up against the queen she'd been with more than forty turns. Was I right? she wondered, a rare moment of self-doubt. « You are always right, » Evielth promised. « And now we shall fly free. My daughter and her daughters in turn; they will see Monaco right. » It was good. It was enough. Together, in the dark, they said their goodbyes. Leiventh and R'hin; a formidable pair. She'd missed them, these past turns. She would miss them always. Morning brought less peace. It brought anger; it brought fury. "I gave you Monaco," she thundered, staring down the woman who had once been her junior. "To you. Monaco is yours." "He's my father, Oriane," Mirinda replied, simply and with certainty. "I know you've never felt that way about family, but... this is important. How can anyone trust what I do? How can I trust what I do? I don't like him, but he's still my father, and that means my feelings can't be trusted on this. I can't be trusted. Whatever he's done, or not done, I am tainted." "Monaco is yours." "No," said Mirinda. "It's not." It burned, to know the daughter of another queen would take up her mantle. But not as much as the letter burned. She read it twice, after it was delivered, and then she burned it, watching the flames until it was nothing but ash. He was a fool. A stupid, arrogant, bastard of a fool. He'd presumed... he'd done this. He'd... She had spent all those turns Weyrwoman of this Weyr and he presumed to do something like that. "Fuck you, R'hin," she said into the warm, summer air. "If you weren't dead already, I'd kill you myself." And then she cried. |
Comments
Squishy (23:30, 14 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Oooh, oooh, I really loved this. I really loved this. Oriane, poor, poor Oriane. My heart goes out to you.
Alida (00:09, 15 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Oooh, GOOD one! Nice to see this facet of the whole thing.
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