Logs:Makes Two of Us
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| RL Date: 27 June, 2015 |
| Who: Fadra, Faryn |
| Involves: Ista Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: One of many (fruitless) conversations Faryn shared with her mother while she was away from Reaches. |
| Where: Secluded Beach, Ista Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 11, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Balmy. |
| OOC Notes: Backdated, because I lost Faryn's vacation vignettes and am still catching up. ;-; |
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| "What were you looking for?" "Hm?" Pern is dead-set on winter, everywhere else, but in Ista it is always different. Temperate even, the only indication of winter's breath the oppressive balminess outside, the sometimes brisk winds that don't touch on cold comparatively. That they're sitting on the beach at dusk, without jackets, in shorts was enough to make Faryn sigh happily. Now, they're between Sulizath's protective forepaws, and Faryn's got her chin resting on a large claw as she watches the coast, not looking at her mother. "When you Stood, what were you looking for? It's just - you always seem - I get the impression you don't...love your life." Fadra's silence is easily as oppressive as the muggy air, and when Faryn looks her mother is not looking at the coast or at her daughter, and she's not, as Faryn suspected after those long moments, just gone. She's looking up, directly into Sulizath's eye, and the brown dragon is looking back with his eyes swirling inscrutably through colors that mean little to Faryn. Fadra's jaw hardens. "Wasn't looking fer anything," she says finally, looking away. Faryn is certain she can hear teeth squeaking, she's gritting them so tightly. "I just found 'im." Faryn's mouth turns down; they look quite alike when she does that, and now they're both just frowning out at the water, letting it sit there. "Didn't you agree to Stand? He didn't just find you in the audience. You must have expected something." "Fine," Fadra concedes. "I was looking fer a story. I expected it t'be a lark. I expected t'stand out there, find nothing'n get back on m'boat t'go wherever the winds took us. Confirmation, that I was part of that ship, part of that craft. I'd found m'home." She takes a long swallow from her flask, looking slanted at Faryn. There's a sneer in her voice that has the good grace not to touch her face when she says, "What were you looking for?" "I--" Faryn begins, looking briefly stricken. "I don't know," she says, instead of what comes to mind immediately. That sneer means her mother is on edge, therefore so is she when she says, "I'm sick of feeling out of place. Like...I've failed you, and da, and the craft." "If'n yer doin' it t'try and impress me," Fadra says after a long while, "Y'need to reconsider. Y'do it fer the wrong reasons, it's miserable the rest o'your life." Sulizath's barrel chest vibrates as he rumbles, and he lowers his head beside Fadra. Despite her words, the brownrider reaches up and over, rubbing her hand over his eyeridges. He is still a comfort, as much as he's a burden. "Are you miserable?" "I get by," is not the rousing dissent Faryn was hoping for. Fadra unfolds to her extremely unimpressive height all at once, surprisingly graceful for someone who is plastered. "I'm going to get a drink," she says, turning off to do just that. "That makes two of us," Faryn says when she's gone. She's not referring to the drinks. Sulizath--gentle Sulizath, who used to let her clamber over his face and once kept his mouth open so she could measure his teeth--is the only one to hear her. He flexes his paws around her, pulling her closer. "Yeah," she says, settling into the protection he offers. "You get it. I think she loves us the same way." |
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T'mic (19:33, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
Awww. And I mean that sincerely.
Squishy (21:07, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
<3 Daw.
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