Logs:Teonath's Gone
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| RL Date: 23 March, 2009 |
| Who: K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: K'del hears the news. |
| Where: K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 4, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Satiet/Mentions |
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| K'del was with a girl, that night. Morning. Whatever. Just a girl - a lower caverns girl, whose name he barely remembered, just a girl he'd picked up in the Snowasis. He hadn't done that in ages, hadn't needed to. But. Last night, he'd been lonely, and, well, why not? It hadn't been anything particularly special, and then she'd rolled over and fallen asleep, and he'd debated waking her up again, to kick her out, but he'd given up in the end. Why not sleep next to a warm body? Why not. So he'd curled up next to her, wished Cadejoth a quiet goodnight, and he'd slept, brain stilly slightly fogged by the beer he'd drunk, and just - tired. It was Cadejoth who woke him, with a shaking of chains that felt like a slap to the brain. K'del felt woozy, with a powerful need to relieve himself. It might have taken him longer to work out what had woken him, except for Cadejoth's second mental nudge. « Teonath's gone. » Gone? He stumbled to his feet, nearly tripping on discarded clothes as he felt his way towards the washstand. He wasn't quite quick enough; he was halfway there when Cadejoth's answer really sank in: « Gone Between. She's gone, K'del. Forever. They're gone. » And then, finally, he heard it: the keening, Cadejoth's own howling sound. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he reached out with one hand to steady himself against the wall. Oh Faranth. Faranth. Shit. Fuck. Crap. He shut his eyes, leant into Cadejoth's comforting presence, and together, they stayed like that for several moments, as K'del took deep breaths, and Cadejoth continued his bone-aching cry. But he still kind of needed to take that leak. Finally, K'del righted himself, and turned around, feeling back for the bed. He ended up finding a blanket-covered calf, and shook it wildly. The girl - what was her name? he couldn't remember at all anymore - woke with a start, with a flailing of arms. "You need to go," he told her. "Teonath's gone. Satiet's dead. You should go." His eyes had adjusted to the dark enough now that he could see her blinking sleepily at him. "Wha--?" "Get out. Cadejoth will take you down. You need to go." It took her a moment more to work out that he was serious, that this was real. But finally, finally, she drew the covers away, throwing on what clothes she could with ease, carrying the rest with her, as she headed for the ledge. K'del waited inside, while Cadejoth was gone; the bronze sent only an image of the half-dressed girl running for the caverns, shivering, and then, of his return. He briefly felt a little bad for the girl, whoever she was, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Slowly, painfully slowly, he walked back to the washstand. He shut his eyes, thinking, taking deep breathes, as he stood there. Shells, Cadejoth. What happens now? « Whatever happens. » That... is not an answer. « Not just going to make something up for you, Kas. I don't know. » Tiriana's going to be Weyrwoman. Iovniath'll rise. What about N'thei, do you think--? « I don't know, you know that. We'll see. We'll wait and see. You should be nice to her; she'll need it. » It gave him pause. The bronze was right, but... She'll screw things up. « So she'll learn. You shouldn't fight. It'll just make her fight back. » K'del was silent. He was... numb? Perhaps he'd feel more later. Perhaps. He went and found himself some clothes, and dressed, methodically. Clean underwear, clean pants, clean shirt. Woollen sweater against the early morning chill. He wasn't sure if he was going anywhere. If he wanted to. If he wanted to see tear stained faces, and people talking in hushed voices, and... the mourning. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see the mourning. Simple as that. |
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