Logs:Melancholy Recollections
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| RL Date: 27 September, 2012 |
| Who: K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: K'del checks over the graduation gifts for the soon-to-graduate weyrlings. He reminisces... and regrets. |
| When: Day 23, Month 11, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions, Avey/Mentions, Rascela/Mentions, P'ax/Mentions, Eila/Mentions, Milani/Mentions |
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| Fourteen cedar chests, laid out in rows, their contents tidily packed away in preparation for presentation. K'del ran his fingers over the top of one of them, feeling the smooth, polished wood beneath his fingertips. He remembered vividly the day he received his - he remembered unpacking the contents, piece by piece, marvelling over them all. Ashes, now, all of them. All but the ring that he found himself turning about his finger even now. Carefully, he slipped it off, examining it critically in the palm of his hand. The silver was tarnished, now, and in need of cleaning. There were scratches in the surface; perhaps it could be resurfaced, too. Polished up. Something. Still: the inscription inside was still visible, and that was something. Turns, now. Ten turns. No - eleven. Nearly twelve since they'd met each other on the sands. He remembered his graduation gifts, one after another. The brandy he'd hoarded for so long, the writing box he'd used to write letters and diaries and bits of history, but never every day reports. The farviewer. « They're just things, » said Cadejoth into the back of his mind; he'd never been fussed about physical posessions. « You have me. » And Iolene. And the boys. And his friends. And... and... I know. It didn't stop him from running his hand over the chest again, or from lifting the lid a moment later to examine the contents within, so snugly stored. He'd thought about commissioning an extra set, a replacement set; it hadn't felt right, in the end. Mine burned, he reminded himself. It would never be the same. They'd burned, and he'd found their remains, afterwards, and he'd wept over them. Tiriana, getting the last word. Tiriana, who'd not graduated at High Reaches, but who'd had the ring nonetheless. He wondered, thoughtfully, if she wore it still. Ever. Even just in the privacy of her own weyr. Or had she tossed it away in disgust? Thrown it between? Sometimes he missed her. Missed... he wasn't even sure. They'd spent so many turns in proximity, and now here they were, nearly a full turn apart. He missed a lot of things, he realised, melancholy. He missed the early days with Milani, and his youthful indiscretions with... just about anyone who cared to join him. Sometimes he missed Teris, and that ongoing frustration their friendship had been. He missed spending time with Avey that didn't involve picking Kasey up or dropping him off. He missed Rascela, P'ax, Eila - the clutchmates he largely no longer saw. Sometimes, he admitted into the space between his own thoughts and Cadejoth's, I feel disconnected from everyone. If you hadn't caught Iovniath, would everything be different? « But I did catch her. » And there it was. He could imagine all he liked spending the rest of his teens and early twenties carefree and enthusiastic. He could imagine the dalliances, the dangers, all the fun and games. Perhaps Tiriana would have been a different, better, Weyrwoman, with a different Weyrleader. Perhaps things would be completely different. « K'del. I did catch her. » And there it was. Carefully, he closed the trunk's lid, and smoothed once more the lid, the badge, that strip of glass. In a few days, someone else would open that lid, and explore the contents, and - he hoped - be excited about it. K'del had already had his; now, it was their turn. |
Comments
Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Thu, 27 Sep 2012 06:35:46 GMT.
Oh man. :( That hit me right in the heartplace... Poor K'del. <3 It's so sad and a little foreboding and just... reeeeeee. ;^;
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