Logs:Play It Straight
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| RL Date: 9 August, 2015 |
| Who: K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: K'del's reaction to Lilah's disappearance. |
| When: Day 28, Month 6, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, Dee/Mentions, E'dre/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Popping in from vacation long enough to post~ |
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| Mostly, he was angry. What had she been trying to do? If she'd just died, the dragons would've known. Instead... instead it was uncertainty and somehow, deep down, he knew she'd been trying something. This was Lilah, and she did... she did stupid things, but always for a reason. A stupid, miserable, misguided reason. Was it worth it, Lilah? he wanted to ask her. Was any of it? Answers, like sleep and like tears, were slow in coming. He didn't go to Fort. There was nothing for him there, now, and above that, he knew this was no time for High Reaches to encroach on Fort's grief. He knew there would be grief; with Hattie... with Dee... Were he and E'dre on friendlier terms, he might have reached out, knowing what it was like to be a Weyrleader without a Weyrwoman; but they weren't, and he didn't. Besides, what was there to say? He did go to Southern. He found comfort, briefly, in the scent of his children's hair, and in the warmth of his weyrmate's arms. That Ali and Lilah had never been close, that his weyrmate had never especially understood his friendship with the younger goldrider, didn't matter. He went home, too. To his parents, still hale and hearty despite their advancing turns, and also to the island, where his brother clapped him on the shoulder and promised the grape harvest would be a good one. And he went to his own home, too, to his own bed and his own weyr, where he could bury himself in work-- weyrlings to place in wings, wings to place in rotation, holders to keep happy-- and feel the better for it. If she'd been trying to do something... whatever Lilah had intended to do-- and his thoughts flitted back to that last conversation, up on the mountain-- she'd failed, and she'd left Fort the worse for it. And all he could do was stay strong for his Weyr, for as long as it was his Weyr. Niahvth or Roszadyth; it didn't matter. Whatever happened, he would play it fair: he'd win or lose on his-- and Cadejoth's-- merits. You can't rig the deck. You can't count the cards. All you can do is play... play as if your life depended on it. And he would. |
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Squishy (22:05, 10 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
I loved this. But I always love K'del Vignettes.
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