Logs:Respite
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| RL Date: 24 August, 2015 |
| Who: Nala, Jynth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Nala all but removes herself from Fort to try and restore some balance. |
| Where: Southern Weyr, Fort Weyr, Fort Area |
| When: Day 13, Month 8, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'muir/Mentions, Aislara/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, M'vyn/Mentions, C'stian/Mentions, Grace/Mentions, Nalyn/Mentions |
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| They offered her sanctuary for three days. She made sure that she turned up for drills at the right time, freshly-bathed and wearing clean clothes, quietly traded her duties for those which would keep her out of the Weyr, then returned to the beaches and jungle where she had spent five months and tried to remember why she had thought to return to Fort. N'muir, because her leaving had upset him so, and yet he'd been kind enough to let her go and welcome her back. Aislara. Because Aislara. Lilah. All those wasted months and nothing she could do to take it all back. M'vyn, because she thought she would try. She'd failed at that. She'd known she would. C'stian, because though she'd meant to anger him and make him leave alone, she hadn't... meant to. It would be noble to think she'd returned for the children. She hadn't. They were a reason she'd stayed. Jynth had needed his brothers and sisters and his family; had needed Eliyaveith. They let her silence run its course, then let her anger flow until it was spent. She was black and blue for simply refusing to stay down each time she'd hit the ground and had continued to lash out, and with a circle of her concerned former wingmates staring down at her, she finally cracked and sobbed herself into near unconsciousness right there on the sand. She woke alone in a familiar bed, Jynth among the heap of blue, green and brown hide just outside. Later that night, the tall blonde and the sturdy brownrider tried to coax her into something more as they had before, yet she slipped away from seeking hands and out into the cool darkness. She left flowers on Aislara's ledge, and a little stuffed gold dragon on M'vyn's, for Grace, the toy dusted here and there with a hue closer to bronze, 'Ellie' written under one paw. She'd mended a shirt in exchange for the alterations and tried not to cry again when asked who 'Ellie' was. The next day, she left a scroll for Nalyn, the hide detailing the tale of a singing firelizard. It was wrong to buy their affection, yet that wasn't what she was doing. She was attempting to assuage her guilt. She decided to curtail her visit before she got too comfortable and could begin to consider working up the nerve to ask E'dre to transfer her again. Sending Tippetarius ahead, she waited and killed time by going to collect her share of the profits by way of goods from two of her old ventures and stashing them in her weyr, until, sure of the little gold's image, Jynth carried them to friends distant from and yet close enough to home. "Faye!" They didn't chastise her for the bruises, but brought her into the circle to see what, if anything, she had learned. She managed to hold her ground for long enough to not disgrace herself, but not long beyond that. With reminders that she could do better - used to be better - with greater control, they led her into the heart of the camp, where Jynth was permitting the children to clamber all over him. As darkness fell, she studied the fires and wagons and happy chatter of the people she had belonged to for months - who had taken in the wandering girl. They were so much better at just being than she was. Why hadn't she learned something more from them? When eager hands dragged her up from the ground and into the rhythm of one of the dances she remembered, they were only a few steps into the music before she blurted out: "...My name. It is not--it's not Faye. It's Nala." The clan mother just smiled. "Welcome, Nala." |
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Alida (15:16, 24 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
I enjoyed seeing this bit of Nala.
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