Logs:Loss
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| RL Date: 31 October, 2015 |
| Who: Lys, Evyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: H'vier is dead. Lys has feelz. Evyth has panic. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Zalmai/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Slightly back-dated. Many thanks to Farideh and Telavi for their contributions! |
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| Evyth's dreams had always been beautiful. Even on days when not everything was perfect, her dreams were a haven of all things good and right in the world. Not tonight. Hysteria struck. Feeling replace the paradise of dreaming, Lys woke and wrapped her arms around Evyth. Panic rose in the girl for the feelings she felt in her green. Keening was instinctive for Evyth, feeling what was there to be felt was instinctive for her too; the rage was bewildering for them both, the loss... worse, especially when Lys pulled the name from Evyth's mind: Reisoth. Someone was screaming. A shrill, wordless cry, a visceral expression of loss. It was hers. Lys had never known this loss. She'd never loved anyone well enough to be hurt by the loss of them. It had hurt when Zalmai had left for his craft, but she was young then and what could she do? She was just as helpless now, but H'vier... Unless he was dragonless (and she hoped to sweet Faranth not), H'vier wasn't just somewhere else on Pern, living his life, he was gone. Gone. She sobbed. She couldn't stop, couldn't breathe. Were the walls closing in? This is how it felt when the sky started to fall. Evyth's panic was suddenly new and all her own. « Lys? Lys! » Her vision swam as she sought out the wildly whirling eyes of her lifemate. She closed her eyes against the tears and starbursts behind her eyes told her she had to breathe. « Lys! » Through Evyth, she could somehow feel the calm Roszadyth offered her daughter. The warmth filtered through Evyth's mind. Could the sky still be falling when she could feel the breeze? When she could feel the sun? Surely not. She was vaguely aware of Telavi saying her name, of a hand on her shoulder, but for all the comfort that offered, she shut it out. She clung to Evyth, mind and body, she experienced with her the soothing of the gold, the serenity there. As Evyth achieved it, so, too, strangely, did Lys. If only for a moment. When she opened her eyes, she was breathing, if not evenly, then more so than before. Her sobs had turned to a quieter weeping. "He's gone, Tela. He was my friend," then she sobbed again, not hearing what her friend said in response. She could feel Tela there, with her, she could feel Evyth no less keenly than she ever did. Evyth. « Lys, » her green was calm now, though there was still worry in the tone that answered her. You'll never leave me. I'll never lose you. I won't ever be alone. Will I? She hated herself for asking, for not knowing, for not being able to handle this all herself, to not be able to shrug it off, for feeling abandoned. « Never, » came with relief, with warmth that was Evyth, that was her embrace, the dragon pressing closer. Now Lys sobbed relief. She still mourned, she would for a time, but Evyth was here, was real, and she would never be alone again. In that, she found a deep and profound joy, and one more rock was lifted from the pit of her stomach where her deepest fears resided. « Oh, sweetie, » came gently. I'll miss him. It surprised Lys that she could come to that so quickly, that she wasn't wrapped up in anger over his going. « Of course you will. We both will. Together. » Evyth was with her. Exhaustedly, unwillingly, she surrendered to sleep. She was only vaguely aware of Evyth-- wonderful, amazing Evyth-- taking charge, of her thanking Roszadyth, of telling Solith she would be alright and asking her to thank Tela for them. There would be time for her thank yous later, and time for her grief. |
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