Logs:Cheer Up Havi
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| RL Date: 22 June, 2014 |
| Who: Fayla, H'vier |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Fayla has news. |
| Where: Spinner's Haunt Weyr, HRW |
| When: Day 22, Month 1, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tayte/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. Follow-up to post flight hookup. |
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| "You really ought to clean the place up if you're ever planning on having women here again, H'vier." Fayla didn't come to H'vier's weyr very often. But it wasn't such an unusual occurrence that the bronzerider assumed anything was out of the ordinary. "It's not very welcoming." "I asked if you wanted a drink, not whether you had any decorating tips," the bronzerider pointed out as he poured one for himself. "No. Thank you. But I suppose that's why I'm here." H'vier turned to look at her, eyes narrowed, drink in hand, not understanding how refusing his offer could possibly be relevant to her presence in his weyr. « It's obvious. » He ignored Reisoth. He needed to seriously rethink that strategy at some point. For now he simply tried to shut him out. And since the bronzerider wasn't getting it, Fayla said slowly, deliberately, a meaningful pause between each, "I'm pregnant, Havi. It's yours. I'm keeping it." His wingleader's straightforwardness was something he usually appreciated. This was not one of those times. H'vier stared at her for a long few moments, processing. Finally, "Are you sure?" He didn't specify which part he was questioning. It didn't matter which part he was questioning. Her answer was the same. "Yes." "Fuck." He needed to sit down. He needed a drink. So he sat down and swallowed what he'd poured for himself all at once. "Fuck." He could not possibly emphasize that point enough. It wasn't the reaction the brownrider had been hoping for, exactly, but it was more or less what she'd been expecting. "I'll need you to take over some of my duties, of course. Drills, sweep schedules--" "Why?" It was Fayla's turn to look confused. "You're my wingsecond?" "Why are you keeping it?" Oh. That was different. "Why not? I want a child. You're handsome enough. A bronzerider. Ambitious. Obviously, I'll hope it inherits my personality. But I could do worse." Her levity fell on deaf ears. "She can't know. Tayte can't find out about this. She'll never let me see my daughter again if she knows about this." "Don't be stupid. She'll understand. It's not as though I want you, anyway. She can keep you." H'vier shot Fayla a sharp look. She smiled. "I'll leave you to your... brooding. But cheer up, Havi. You're practically a wingleader now." He wasn't sure if he should be angry. Or afraid. Or, possibly, just a little bit excited. He enjoyed being a father, truth be told. It wasn't until the woman left that Reisoth's presence could be felt more heavily in his mind. He'd held back to observe. « Let's not waste this opportunity on unnecessary emotions. Iceberg is ours. You'll make sure it stays that way. » |
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