Logs:The Sea Inorexable
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| RL Date: 19 April, 2015 |
| Who: R'van, Vadevjiath |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: The first night leads to more questions. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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| After he put Vadevjiath to bed, Rafe--R'van--made his way to the hatching feast with a sense of numbness to him. He made it through the night somehow, put in his brief appearance while the other weyrlings bonded with their families. Rafe had no one there. He hasn't bothered even writing to his; it didn't seem so important when all this was ruse instead of reality. He wasn't sure he regretted that, exactly, but it would have been nice not to be alone. R'van did run into the Smiths for one brief moment, and he and their continent stared at each other awkwardly, made the requisite small talk like they weren't all of them in shock still, power plays drowned beneath one dragon's choice. "R'van, now, isn't it?" guessed his former Master. R'van could only nod-shrug-go along with that; what else was he going to call himself? It sounded so--not him, but then, he'd never imagined an honorific for himself. Maybe if wouldn't have felt so foreign, if all his childhood dreams had been dragons instead of smiths. Eventually, all pleasantries exchanged, R'van made his way back to the barracks and the bronze waiting on him. To his surprise, Vadevjiath was still awake: R'van hadn't felt him, the dragon quiet in his watchfulness now that the pressure of hunger was off him. Rafe undressed for bed uncomfortably aware of the eyes watching him in the darkness, settling onto his cot and pulling the covers up. The silence stretched heavy between them until, uncertainly, Rafe reached out thought for the consciousness he was increasingly aware of at the back of his mind. Are you there? Rafe wondered. « Of course, » came the reply, even before he'd finished putting words to thought. « I will always be here. » And again, before Rafe could put words to the faint uneasiness in his stomach, he heard, « Is that not good? » No, it's just--complicated, Rafe thought slowly; this time Vadevjiath did not interrupt, though Rafe could feel his mind just there, turning about to this new idea. « There are things you can't do because of me, » said Vadevjiath after a long moment of consideration. Rafe couldn't help the twinge of pleasure there: the dragon was a quick one. Good. He didn't dispute the thought, either; it was true. Somehow, though, it didn't quite hurt the way Rafe thought it should. « What can I give you instead, Rafe? » You're enough, Vadevjiath. Dev, he answered, because tonight, for him, it was true. They needed it to be. Dev curled his wings over his muzzle, letting them stretch out on a couch much too big for him yet. He had more questions in his mind--he wanted to speak the unspoken « for now » in the air--but he didn't. He wanted to curl up with his rider instead, but propriety kept him from it: where some of the others, the greens and the blues, had demanded as much of their riders, Dev needed to set the proper example, Neediness wouldn't be becoming of a bronze, and he'd already been sizing up his clutchmates, watching them one by one as they were oiled and then slept. He knew he'd need every advantage he could muster against them. The day's long thoughts threatened to keep him up, roiling in his mind; but eventually, exhaustion won out. Dev slept, and Rafe dreamed of calm water and sinking into black depths, and the discordant twang of something set into motion that he couldn't control, only--maybe--aim. |
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