Logs:Echo, Echo, Echo
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| RL Date: 1 November, 2015 |
| Who: Ebeny, Eirlys, Laurienth, Aruseth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Ebeny isolates herself, or tries to. |
| Where: Weyrlingmaster's Office, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rov/Mentions, E'dre/Mentions, C'sel/Mentions, M'vyn/Mentions |
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| « Shall I tell Vhaeryth? » It was a query half meant in earnest and half just so that Laurienth could see what disruption she could cause. Ebeny knew that. With no weyrlings to watch, her green was already getting bored and more easily aggravated than usual, and that was saying something. Anything she could do that would provide the particular brand of entertainment that she sought, she was now more apt to just get on with without asking her. But she had asked. Not for Ebeny's sake, but for the baby's. Why the young and defenceless were mostly exempt from Laurienth's destructive tendencies, she had never quite figured out. She was sure it had to be more than the fact that Laurienth insisted that they were more interesting and less closed-minded than those already so set in their ways. Perhaps they were simply her cause. Ebeny liked causes. Would it be so strange for her aggressive lifemate to have one of her own? Still, it took more than a moment's clash of wills to stop her from reaching out to the bronze. The greenrider dug down for that side of herself that was not so well suppressed these days, to let loose the flash of temper she needed to deliver the proverbial cuff to the head that would get through to Laurienth. No. « Wroth? » She hesitated, yet came back with another stab of intensity that was more her own hurt - and the hurt she perceived she would cause - than anger. No. Ebeny rested her head against the blackboard and just leaned there, eyes closed, and willed the baby to stop with whatever game it had decided to play this afternoon. It felt surreal and wrong and too soon, only it wouldn't have felt too soon if she hadn't been so stupid. Was it a boy or a girl? She didn't like to think too long on it. She wouldn't ask if N'rov wanted to feel the baby she'd lumbered them both with move. She wouldn't tell E'dre that this was exactly where she'd been with C'sel, too afraid to talk about it or reference it or anything, no matter that he'd said together. She imagined that M'vyn would tell her to do something useful and use what she felt for her singing. Except there wasn't any of that anymore. There really wasn't much coming back from essentially telling him to go fuck himself, she thought. The knock at the door startled her into standing up straight. She met it with silence. "Ben! I know you're in there. Get out here. I'm not dealing with Aruseth and Laurienth on my own." Eirlys. « I resent that, » came the dry drawl of her sister's brown, as conveyed by Laurienth. « I'm charming. I'm a total delight. » The sound that escaped her was half laugh, half sob, but she opened the door and let Eirlys and their dragons draw her into the light, in more ways than one. |
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