Logs:The Walk of Shame
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| RL Date: 11 April, 2009 |
| Who: K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Once again, K'del leaves a weyr post-flight with nowhere to go. |
| Where: Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 6, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tiriana/Mentions |
| There may have been no-one around yet, in the pre-dawn hours of the twelfth day of month six, the second day of his eighteenth turn, but it was still a walk of shame. The trouble was, of course, that K'del had no idea where he was going. Despite having been abandoned by Iovniath, Cadejoth slept on, and he hated to wake the bronze. It was too late - too /early/ - to go and bother anyone else, either. Milani. That's who he wanted to see. But: not now. He considered the empty Weyrleader's weyr, as he passed it, but the idea repulsed him. Anyway, he told himself, You'd then have to leave again, walk straight across the bowl, later. People'd watch. He tried not to think about the fact that whatever he did, he'd end up making that walk of shame again. And again. And again. He passed by the Snowasis, and then hesitated by the entrance to the caverns. Was there somewhere in there he could go? Just until morning. Until he could work out what to do next? The infirmary! The idea faded as quickly as it had come. A'son. That bastard of a bronzerider, the one who got them into this mess, he'd be in there. He couldn't go there. Like he hadn't had reasons enough to dislike A'son, before now. He walked on. Past the dragon infirmary. Past the guest weyr, though he hesitated a moment there (could he? Should he? He decided not; he didn't want to cause more work for Milani's staff, not when he'd probably only hang out there an hour or two). Past the feeding grounds, where the remains of a number of beasts lay scattered. Past the lake. It was a pretty long walk, all told, and, by now, the sun was getting steadily closer towards rising. He hesitated again as the curve of the bowl and his vaguely circular path took him past the weyrling barracks. They wouldn't be made up, of course, but even just a mattress, for a couple of hours? But the idea of going in there made his stomach flip. We'll have weyrlings again. And they'll still all be older than I am. He walked on. At least the walking made him feel more clear-headed. It'd be a warm day, eventually, but for now, the morning was still relatively cool. Refreshing. Though his head still hurt, and his mouth tasted like vomit. He really had vomited in Tiriana's weyr, hadn't he? Oh, gross. Shells. She was going to kill him, wasn't she? He was making his way back around the other side of the bowl, now, back towards the weyrleader's weyrs, the ones he'd come from. There were people beginning to move around and begin their daily tasks; he ducked his head, walked a little faster. Perhaps they wouldn't notice him. Wouldn't recognise him. This time, he did go into the Weyrleader's weyr, the outer weyr with it's formal furnishings, the inner weyr emptied out, ready for a new occupant. Me. K'del wanted to throw up again. But he didn't. Instead, he pulled his boots back off, and lay down on the sofa. He shut his eyes, willing sleep to come. Instead, there were tears. When he got back up, an hour or so later, he hadn't slept - but at least the tears had stopped. For now. He washed his face, briefly grateful for the running water, and then, he put the mask back on: unshaven, maybe, with bags under his eyes, but confident! "Good morning!" he greeted the first person he ran into, on his way across the bowl. There were eyes on him, but he ignored them. The mask stayed in place until he got to Milani's door and knocked on it. And then it broke. |
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