Logs:Nightmare Upon Waking
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| RL Date: 10 July, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Ka'ge, Taeliyth, Zymadiath |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dee wakes from one nightmare and Ka'ge informs her of another. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Celestra/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated! |
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| By now, the pattern is familiar. It's not so frequent as to be a pressing problem, Dee's whimper heralds her being near to waking from the nightmare that has her twisting the blankets, her knuckles white, her face pinching into pain and upset. Tears wet her cheeks and in moments she will wake herself panicked. It's the pattern, repeating itself. Chiv had already beat him here, though it was a nightly thing again since his bonded's time roaming the Weyr at night had been so dramatically decreased. The little brown abandons his curled ball of sleeping near the once-farmcrafter's head for the floor once Ka'ge comes. It's probably more creepy than romantic that the boy sits on her cot while she's sleeping without moving to wake her, despite the whimpering and tears. He's settled on the edge, close but not quite in contact with her hip, with his closer knee rested on the bed such that it turns him enough that he could see her face. But he doesn't actually stare at her. Not for awhile, anyway, not until she's soon to waking. Wordlessly, he reaches to brush a gloved thumb across her cheek to dry a damp path there. With his hood down against the back of his neck, his head is tilted down just a touch- not giving away much to speak of sympathy, or anything at all. Given that Dee doesn't share her bed with anyone who wears gloves, it's probably reasonable that she reflexively flinches and wakes all the faster at the touch to her cheek. Instinct brings her sitting upright, breathing hard, hands clenched into the blankets, hazel eyes wild and unseeing for some moments as the tears streak down her cheeks. It takes some moments for her to focus on the boy's face and more for her to wakefully see him. "Kael," is breathed in the moment before she's shifting to fling herself against him, arms wrapping tight around his neck for comfort. Taeliyth watches, her anger roiling just below the surface, leaching out in the familiar pattern as she struggles to twist the brambles that are her inner barriers tight enough to staunch the outflow that she is at least now aware of if not yet able to control. Ka'ge is silent as she collects those moments of disoriented wakening, the hand that had touched her face stilled and then withdrawn as she sits up. His arms are immediately around her as she flings herself against him, solidly, a steady entity that wouldn't let go until Dee tries to pull away, and maybe a moment more. His head shifts to rest against hers as he remains simply there. Whatever he came for is paused. At the edges of Taeliyth's brambles is an unmistakable darkness that belongs to the night, powerful as Zymadiath is but staying there- at the periphery- as only a watchful presence. She clings to him for as long as it takes her breathing to slow, for her heart to resume something closer to a regular pace, for the blood to stop hammering in her ears. Her eyes are shut tight against the world. Eventually, she turns her head so she can press it briefly against Ka'ge's cloth-bound neck (the down side of hoods~) before slowly seeking to sit up. She glances in the direction of where someone may come. Some AWLMs are more inclined to check with Taeliyth than to check on Dee directly, but it never hurts to look and see if someone's about to come interrupt. Then her eyes are on him, what little she can see of him. "What are you doing here?" Here, in her bed. It's probably a reasonable question, asked quietly of the boy in her bed. "Would you send me away?" Ka'ge responds with what should be his characteristic smugness, but yet he fails to have it. He's allowed a direness to his tone that supports the thought he isn't just here to be here. His arms remain around her, though relaxed as she sits up to fall more to her lower back. "It's about going to talk to her." It takes some amount of time before he finally gives her that much in explanation, letting his gaze drift away from her to roam the dim room for movement or other woken weyrlings. "And this." is added as his light eyes fall back to her, "I've heard you." Often. "Is it really so bad?" "Never by choice," is an easy answer that may help him be smug the next time. In point of fact, Dee catches herself leaning toward him in a way that is definitely an aborted kiss. It's an instinctive move that leaves her blushing and looking away. The next words help focus her. Her eyes draw back immediately. "The not knowing is the worst." Dee leaves the 'yes' to be safely assumed. "Once I talk to her it-- it should get better." She hopes. There's a subtle surge of annoyance behind those brambles, but that's not so different for the usual pattern. Only those tuned in to the human part of this equation might guess the source isn't the nightmares this time. "The situation has changed." A matter-of-fact-ness holds those words over any sarcasm that may make them easier to swallow. Ka'ge remains holding her, but it's not entirely comforting. Dee's body tenses as soon as the words are absorbed (and it does take a moment). Their close contact makes her new stress abundantly clear. "What--?" She doesn't finish because he must know already what her question will be. "Something was found, people were talking." Vague enough that even the most subtle eavesdropper may not be able to pick up exactly what he's talking about, but Ka'ge has dropped his volume enough that it might as well be a lover's whisper if he wasn't being so serious. And he'll pull her closer to him again- not to recover the aborted affectionate gesture from her before- but for preference of being caught in too-close quarters with his head very nearly against hers than speaking too loudly. "She was alerted and has started questioning..." He trails off at his implication of who, but doesn't give long enough for her to worry much more before adding, "But I think I have a solution, or at least a buffer." A beat, and some mild passing grin as if amused, or perhaps annoyed, by a thought, "and it's not me." Taeliyth is instantly alert. Not that she wasn't paying attention before, but not so keenly. « Dee, it's going to be okay. » It's firm, insistent. And leaked. Zymadiath will certainly hear. But how many others? The way Dee's breath hitches is too telling in these close quarters of the panic she feels. At least the gold doesn't leak more than the words. Her fingers curl into Ka'ge's clothes and all she manages is, "Quick," because if no one was coming before, they are now. "I've already spoken to a harper." He doesn't bother keeping his voice level for this, letting his words in their whisper sound as distrustful as he means them to. And the disgust of having to speak to one to start with. "You need to speak to her, Celestra. She promised discretion but.. if anything happens.." It's a warning. An implied 'let me know.' Although slightly hurried by her own warning of someone's approach, he speaks slow enough to still be deliberate in what's said, "Call her by firelizard for a time. You need her to speak for you." It's not an offer at all, not a suggestion. And to enforce that thought, he draws his head back enough to kiss her forehead, regardless if he's seen doing so by the approach. A better excuse, if nothing else. But he'd release her suddenly following that, to stand unless stopped. Zymadiath's shadows writhe next to Taeliyth's brambles, more prominent as the young queen's projection reaches beyond her chosen. "Shit," Dee swears in earnest as he rises. This might be the moment where the sky falls. Only it's not. Taeliyth is there, taking up the place the boy had occupied, her eyes whirling swift, the mantling of her translucent sunshine-and-shadow wings defensive, protective, of the girl in the bed. She's not becoming a wall though, instead, she's waiting to offer Dee physical support as the brunette rises. She needs a hand on the solid form of her dragon to steady her as she moves to meet the approaching assistant, to make her excuses, to beg leave to go to the infirmary. There may be questions for Ka'ge but if luck is on their side, that will be the worst of it. At least Dee's nervous stomach makes sudden illness believable. |
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