Logs:Bonds of Blood
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| RL Date: 30 June, 2015 |
| Who: Eliyaveith, Taeliyth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A baby needs her mother. |
| Where: Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| It comes again. The sharp surge of panic that rolls away from Taeliyth's mind as she wakes, again too early from sleep she needed. The pattern follows: fear, annoyance, anger. What differs from this time, other than the intensity of the young dragon's feelings (and, it might be surmised, her retching lifemate's), is that as annoyance fades there is a quieter fear. « Mother? » She reaches with bending boughs, bleak and budless. (To Eliyaveith from Taeliyth) Worry has seared flames into coal, bright hot as it burns against Taeliyth's mind quickly. Quick enough that she must have been waiting for her daughter's touch, for all that she didn't respond before. « I am here, » is more promise than answer, a loving thing. (To Taeliyth from Eliyaveith) Without explaining herself (should a daughter have to?), Taeliyth's mind flings itself against Eliyaveith's warmth; even if it burns her, she needs this moment. « Mother, you would never send me away would you? » It could be a con. She's clever enough, that much has already been seen in the evasive way she's answered inquiries thus far about whatever is on-going between her lifemate and herself. Yet, there is something so vulnerable in this moment. This is just a little dragon who needs her mother in the face of whatever nightmares haunt her. (To Eliyaveith from Taeliyth) « Never, » is Eliyaveith's immediate promise, melded so easily with her previous and cast into the steel that comes with motherhood. And deeper, the implication that anyone who tried to take Taeliyth away would come to regret it. (To Taeliyth from Eliyaveith) It's only a small measure of relief to Taeliyth, this answer that should solve everything. She stays close, close enough that her next words remain a whispered intimacy, « Not even if I chose wrong? » (To Eliyaveith from Taeliyth) To Taeliyth, Eliyaveith's question is only a gentle thing, a simple warmth against Taeliyth's mind that assures her that no matter what she answers, her mother will always love her. Yet, she asks, « Do you think you chose wrong? » This is one of the hard questions in Taeliyth's life. And it shouldn't be. The others are so certain in their choice. Certain like she was in the moment that she found Dahlia. Dee. Her lifemate. It was supposed to be the happiest moment of her life, and it was, of course, really, but now so much of that joy is soured. In short: she doesn't know. This limited rumination is offered to her dam. « I'm trying to make her right, » as if she could. (To Eliyaveith from Taeliyth) « I have been trying to make mine right, since I shelled, » replies Eliyaveith to that gentle, an attempt to set expectations for her daughter, perhaps, so that she will not be disappointed later in life. (To Taeliyth from Eliyaveith) To Eliyaveith, Taeliyth considers her mother's words. Normally, she would ask. Eliyaveith's daughter is a curious one. But just now, she needs only to say a few words yet: « When everything comes clear, » and it will, things always do, « remember that we both-- only try to do the right thing. » It might be progress that she's defending this lifemate she seems uncertain of. « And we are very young, » in case her mother needs reminding. Then the sensation of a snuggling closer for one brief moment sees Taeliyth's touch receding, retreating, her exhausted mind seeking sleep once again. |
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