Logs:Regrets and Disappointments
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| RL Date: 2 November, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Telgar Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Another turnday come and gone, another rider dead. |
| Where: Mad smithcrafter Weyr and Workout room, High Reaches Weyr; N'rek's Weyr, Telgar Weyr |
| When: 21D 2M 39T 10I -25D 2M 39T 10I |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions, N'rek/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Quint/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
| 21D 2M 39T 10I Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. The sound was all she could focus on, her fists striking leather and the rhythm of her pulse as she tried to drown out her thoughts. Sweat trickled down her face and arms, leaving trails over her skin before being wicked away by the sleeveless shirt she usually wore in the weyr's workout room. Instead of draining the restless energy and irritation she felt, her usual habit seemed only to wind her up more. Fucking Guards. It wasn't that Edyis couldn't understand why Alida wouldn't just let things lie. The bluerider had her grief to deal with, and it was in Alida's nature to pick at things. But, just this once, Edyis wished the bluerider had let it go and kept Quintus's involvement to herself. It had taken the better part of two months for Edyis to stop grieving for all the things she thought she had lost. She was done with it, had promised herself that she would believe whatever Jo told her on the subject, had sworn to herself to stop digging at a truth that had no consequence. And yet, she asked. Knowing that she wouldn't find the truth, and knowing she wouldn't get an answer out of the man. What did that say about her? A low growl escaped at the thought. She let the bag swing, glaring at it. Whatever release she needed, she wasn't going to find it here. That tomorrow was a rest day gave her options. She toweled off her face as she left in the direction of the bowl. 22D 2M 39T 10I Clean wood, fur, and the faint scent of something masculine roused Edyis's senses. She stretched naked beneath the furs piled atop N'rek's bed. She couldn't remember ever being quite so aggressive with him, but the man took it well in stride. She reached for him with a smile on her lips; when her hand closed on nothing; she opened her eyes. « They had duties, wanted me to let you sleep after last night. » Something wry in his watery tenor. The brown nestled somewhere cozy with one of the local greens. « Said they would be back in a few hours, if you wanted to stick around. » She thought about the transfer papers sitting in her desk again. Thought about the things she wanted and couldn't have, the things she didn't want to admit she wanted. She thought about the fact that she hadn't yet broached the topic of possibly moving to Telgar either. Edyis raked a hand through her hair, exhaling at the thought as she looked around the room. The furs fell away as she stood and began the process of looking for her clothing. After some time she gave up on trying to locate her underwear and settled for dressing in the things she could find. A few minutes more produced a scrap of hide and a pencil, and jotted down an apology, albeit an embarrassingly suggestive one that she hoped would make him smile. « We could stay you know. » Though Akluseth knew her mind was already made up. « You want to stay and celebrate your turnday with him. » The brown noted, even as he expressed his irritation at being forced to part company with the local green who'd been flirting with him. The observation made her sigh. Edyis tucked the letter from Wes beneath her own note. An invitation to discuss terms of trade for the materials N'rek used in his woodworking. It hadn't been easy to convince Wes to come see the bookcase itself, but he wrote the letter immediately after seeing it. It was only a place to start, and it was up to the Telgari brownrider to figure out the rest, if he wanted it. When they got home, she burned the transfer papers, and pulled out a bottle of wine to drink as they burned. Maybe in a few turns things might be different but for now, she was where she belonged, and she was sure he felt the same. 25D 2M 39T 10I The keening struck her by surprise, though the loss was felt more deeply by Akluseth than his rider. After all, Reisoth sired Akluseth's clutch. Her own experiences with H'vier proved him to be a contemptible asshole with moments of surprising wisdom. She settled on the brown's couch, his massive chin tucked against her as she stroked his muzzle. She sifted through the troubled waters of his mind. It didn't take long to identify the thoughts that caused his discomfort. The brown pressed his muzzle harder against her, swirling eyes still flecked faintly with concern. It occurred to her that this was only the second time Akluseth had experienced the death of one of his kind, and both incidents were strange in that the rider's death preceded their trip between. Edyis wasn't sure how long they stayed like that. But eventually the brown's concern receded as he fell back to sleep. She couldn't help but smile. Draconic memory was sometimes a blessing. Still she found herself unsettled by the death. Edyis never liked the man, but she had him to thank for Akluseth, she poured herself a glass of wine, and stoked up the fire. |
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