Logs:Losing Satiet
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| RL Date: 25 March, 2009 |
| Who: P'ax |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Satiet's gone. It touches P'ax, and Yyth quite unexpectedly. |
| Where: P'ax's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 4, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Satiet/Mentions |
| Habitually used to staying up far too late, P'ax woke with understandable confusion far too early to the shrilling noise. His first thought was that Yyth was somehow hurt. He leaped free of his bed, stumbling when the sheets wrapped around his ankles and tried to drag him back to the seductive lure of bed. He shook free impatiently and hopped a few feet to reach the cloth divider between Yyth's chilly ledge and his warm inner weyr. It was about then that he remembered he was only wearing his undershorts. Too late to thing, too scared to care he continued his headlong flight straight into Yyth. His arms opened to engulf her neck, wrapping as far as he could around it. The high keen that boiled through her mouth vibrated his entire body but still he clung. "What is it, what's wrong?!" he screamed over the noise. Inside he already knew. He'd heard this before, so briefly before. His thoughts clashed against Yyth's in a fury of sparks as she tore like ripping flesh, disconnecting ligament through his mind. « She's gone! » the green wailed, the pulsating flow of blood in her mindvoice coagulating at the source. P'ax's stomach sank, hit the floor. Or maybe it was him, sliding down her chest to the floor, his arms still flung around her. Who's gone? But he knew, and she never said it. How could she leave the Weyr behind? Hadn't they just lost I'daur? Wasn't that hard enough, mean and drunk as he'd been. He tried frantically to calm Yyth, suddenly reminded that while she might be full grown, she was barely over a Turn, just a toddler in human Turns. She'd never cared about Zunaeth in a way, but Teonath, who'd touched her mind, even just to hold her down... Teonath was different. She and Satiet had been the force to muster around, the blood that pulsed in every vein. In her veins. Gone. P'ax felt much the same. It was true he'd had little dealings with the Weyrwoman aside from his dismissal from and readmission into Weyrlinghood. But he'd glimpsed something of her he felt was important. She'd kicked his ass when he needed it. He didn't know how to even begin to be grateful. And now she'd never know that he was. It was too much to contemplate. Too much to absorb. His grief, Yyth's grief - surprising in its magnitude - threatened to crush him. He sat useless on his floor, half-naked, freezing cold, and reflected on how fleeting life was, how long it would take to get over something that extinguished in an instant. P'ax endeavored to beat the crowds to the Snowasis. He'd have one for Satiet. And then he'd have a few more for himself. |
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