Logs:Sharing Joy
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| RL Date: 24 October, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Lys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lys runs into H'vier leaving the hatching feast. Joy shared is twice joy. |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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| In the dimness of the bowl, in the middle of the night, H'vier might not see it coming when an exuberant, "Havi!" is called, preceding by only moments the footfalls that warn of impending Lys. This Lys who is practically bursting with happy feelings, and who launches herself in the direction of H'vier's arms to try to get hers around his neck for a hug. H'vier is well on his way to being shit-faced, so his reaction to the sound of his name is a slow one. Fortunately it's reflexive enough for him to put an arm around Lys when she attaches herself to him, even if he doesn't really understand what's happening right away. "Lya?" "Havi, she was there!" Lys' excitement and joy is so foreign that it might leave doubt. She hugs the man fiercely, legs as much around him as she can manage, arms not quite so tight as to choke him. It still takes another moment or two, but H'vier wraps both arms around the young woman and squeezes like he could really use the contact. "I saw her. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart." His voice is quiet, slightly slurred, but he seems sincere. There's a muffled noise of pleasure as she hugs back, her face pressed against his neck. Lys pulls back just enough to beam at the bronzerider, though not yet seeking release from her perch. "She wanted me, Havi. She loves me. She thinks I'm wonderful." All of this is delivered with the dazed delight of one for whom it has sunk in and yet still will hit her over and over again in the days (sevens? months? turns?) to come; after all, for orphan Lycinea, these are all novel things to know, to feel deep down to her core. "I have a home now," is added softer. I'll never need to leave here again." He's stuck with her. There's an almost sad chuckle, but at least it's still a chuckle. "You've always been wonderful, Lya. I'm glad you have someone to tell you that you are now." H'vier holds onto her for another moment, then lets his grip loosen so she can move back to her own feet. "You're gonna be just fine," he agrees with an odd waver in his voice. As Lya shifts her legs down to where her feet have footing again, she looks up at the big man. It's shyly that she tells him, "Evyth calls me Lys." Her hands clasp together in front of her. "You're going to be here for me when I need help, aren't you?" There's some measure of concern that touches her tone, brow wrinkled with the uplift of her eyebrows. "Lys," H'vier repeats. He probably won't remember that after whatever hangover he ends up with in the morning passes, but right now he's nodding to the new weyrling. "I'll try to remember." The question gives him pause, though, glancing past her and then back down. "You aren't gonna need my help. You've got plenty of it now, gorgeous." Lys reaches up to gently shove at his chest for the term of endearment. "I might." She's not willing to concede the point. "You will, won't you? Help me when I need it?" The non-answer he gave didn't cut it, it would seem. "Sure," he tells her more clearly. "If there's something I can help you with, if I'm around, sure. I'll help you." But there's still something in his demeanor to suggest that he doesn't think she'll need his help for anything. "Will you ask Reisoth to check in on Evyth from time to time in case she needs help with something?" Lys asks, because securing help for only herself isn't enough now that her world so suddenly has her as part of a 'we.' "He'd probably have wanted to do that anyway," admits H'vier, his balance swaying slightly. His hand lifts to his head and he clears his throat. "I'll make sure he does," he says, nodding, then he's gesturing out into the darkness of the bowl. "I should probably be-- Congratulations, Lya-- Lys. Have a good night, yeah?" "Thank you," is quiet and for both the dragons and the congratulations. Lys looks at him a moment before nodding. "I need a bath, some food and some sleep. She's dreaming already," which makes the blonde grin a delighted grin. "Sweet dreams, Havi," is offered in parting before she continues on toward the caverns. |
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