Logs:Apology Letters
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| RL Date: 11 April, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and Lycinea talk for the first time since the cave in rescue. It's.. different. |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 7, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Teoma/Mentions, Keysi/Mentions |
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| Since the rescue, Lycinea has spent a lot of her free time in the bathes. This morning is no exception. Most people are in and out, cleaned and gone to duties. It's past the hour when she must arrive at Irianke's with the Weyrwoman's breakfast and accept the tasks for the day, and the goldrider must be in some meeting Lycinea isn't privy to for her to be at loose ends as she's been spending every moment she's been allowed either in the goldrider's presence or in the hatching galleries in case Niahvth needs something while Irianke must be away. Now, Lycinea sits silently in a section of pool as private as can be managed, staring at nothing as she soaks, occasionally shifting so she can dip her head into the water and keep her hair wet. Normally Farideh's on the other side of the pools, assisting with the washing and drying of the laundry, but today she comes in late, trailing behind two other candidates who are busy chatting about their bets on the dragons inside the eggs. She, however, is preoccupied while she walks, holding a set of clothing and a fluffy towels close to her chest. Her footsteps bring her to a nearby bench, where she sets down her things, and starts to shrug out of her tunic-top. It's while she's stepping out of her trousers that she sweeps the cavern with a thoughtful glance, and takes note of the blonde. From there, her movements are harried, as she wraps a towel around her body, and hurries to the side of the pool, nearest Lycinea, sitting down on the side with her legs in the water. "Lya," she says, breathlessly, watching the other girl with eager eyes. She wasn't paying attention. That much is obvious from the way she reflexively flinches away from Farideh. It's a movement that takes her off the wall and has her turning in the water to look back at the brunette. "Oh." There's audible relief, but mild. "Hi," she offers dumbly. The only visible sign of Lycinea's two week stint in the cave in is that she's lost weight. She's not painfully thin, of course, just more slender than when she went in by a noticeable amount. "Sorry, I should've... come to find you?" It's like she's guessing at it, and maybe she is. Farideh is listening. Farideh is a good friend, or trying to be. "That's good, right? You can get back to normal and put that awful cave in behind you." She even offers a smile to the other girl in the name of goof feels and sympathy. "Is she? She's Weyrwoman now, so she'd have to be busy I would think. She has to pick up where Azaylia left off without so much as a by-the-way lesson. And at a Weyr that largely distrusts her because of where she's from. That has to be hard--" She pauses, lips pursing. "Why are you worried? Do you want me to talk to her? I think she knows what she's doing. She always has." "Is Keysi?" Getting back to normal. Lya asks it with her brow furrowing, concern touching her face. "I haven't seen her since..." But then she's trailing off and shaking her head and Farideh might do better to ignore the question being asked at all. She sucks in a breath before saying, slowly, "She's had an awful lot more training than Azaylia ever did. More turns of doing, if not of being Weyrwoman." She steps back closer looking up at Farideh with worry in her face. "Promise you won't tell anyone?" Whatever she wants to say next is a secret. "Keysi," Farideh repeats, with a bit of a sigh, "I haven't had the chance to talk to her. They say-- the eggs, you know, are going to hatch soon, and with everything else that's happened since the cave in--" She frowns and presses her knees together, leaning that much more forward. "I can check on her for you, and let you know." Of Azaylia and Irianke, there's a small smile, that's fond more than anything. "I know, but it would still be a huge undertaking, right? I wouldn't know what to do if I just became wife of a Hold tomorrow, and my mother always went on and on and on--" She rolls her eyes, but shortly becomes serious at that worry. "I won't. What's the matter, Lya?" "Okay," for Keysi, Lya's look is still worried, though whether it is for Irianke or Keysi... or both? Who knows. Lya steps back to the wall and leans her chest against it, fingers finding the edge. "She was sick. After Nimae left. I came, and she was there on the floor, just-- sick." Her blue-green eyes turn up to her friend, wide. Does she understand? Does she see what's so worrisome? It is suddenly all serious business, and Farideh's arms come up to cross over her chest while she gives Lycinea her full attention. She blinks a few times and seems to -- wait? -- then frowns. "If she's sick, she should go see a healer. It might just be stress. Teoma, my sister, she always would throw up before we went to parties. They said it was her nerves, though I don't know what she had to be nervous about. Parties are fun, and there's desserts and drinks--" She's grinning, by the end. Obviously, she doesn't get it. Lya looks at Farideh a long moment while she speaks, expression unreadable. But when she speaks it's only to ask, "Have you talked to her? Your sister? You should." The switch from Irianke to Teoma has Farideh frowning speculatively at Lycinea. "No, I haven't. Why would I? She'd just call me a stupid twit, yell at me some more, and tell me to come home before I make mother and father sick. Do you want me to go home?" "No." This is firm. Lya definitely does not want Farideh to go home. "But you love her. And you miss her. Can't you find a way to... I don't know, write her? Without her knowing where you are?" She chews her lower lip. "What if something else happens, Farideh? A cave-in, a fire, what if, Faranth forbid, the ceiling comes down in the hatching cavern on hatching day and we all die. Don't you-- wouldn't you want to talk to her again, somehow, before then?" "I do, but sometimes--" Farideh sits back, her hands dropping to the edge of the pool, fingers pressed into the stone. She studies Lycinea sadly. "It's not that easy. When I left, we weren't even talking then. I'm not sure she wants to hear from me. Perhaps, if it did," the ceiling, fall, "she would be glad of it." Verdigris eyes lift from the blonde to the doorway and back again. "I'll try to write to her. I can find someone with a firelizard, or-- send it with a passing rider. I wouldn't know what to say. Sorry feels wrong. I'm not sorry." Lycinea watches Farideh while she talks. Unfortunately, there's no sympathy in her expression only puzzlement, as if perhaps she's not understanding Farideh any more than Farideh understood Lya's concern about Irianke. "Then don't say sorry," this seems the simple solution. Lya folds her arms on the edge of the pool and lets her head lay on them. Her fingers are wrinkled from the water. She's been here a long time. "What do you want to say to her?" Not waiting for an answer, she says, "Say that. Say something." Then she's moving toward the stairs, "I have to get back to work, I think." She's pretty sure. "I'll see you, okay?" She looks back at Farideh only once before moving to get out, the weight loss more obvious as she does, but she's quickly to go to the cubbies, get her towel and rub across her to dry with efficiency, dress, and be gone. |
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