Logs:Unsatisfactory
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| RL Date: 1 December, 2012 |
| Who: H'kon |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: H'kon goes home for some moral guidance. It... kinda works? |
| Where: The fisherman's house, Tillek Hold |
| When: Day 24, Month 5, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Rainy. |
| Mentions: Brieli/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, I'kris/Mentions |
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| Naelli was helping their mother prepare supper; being alone with his father was why he'd originally meant to come, though now, H'kon was missing his sister's hand in his, leading him around, her frank affection, her simplicity as she talked and talked. « Always liked that one. When I get to see her. » And Arekoth was still put out at having to wait in the rain.
This was the moment he'd thought he was waiting for, but the conversation so far had been... unsatisfactory. "The Weyr might then return to something more normal." It was almost a question. It always unsettled H'kon when his father would defer to him - even in matters where it made good sense to do so. He shifted in his seat, and the off-balance chair shifted. "Slowly. More so once there is a leadership flight. The Weyr needs a more stable leadership." Had needed. If Kairek had been home as well, H'kon might have said more, allowed himself a more critical voice. This would not have been so, half a turn back. « We should spend more time with your brother. » That is hardly a solution for anything. He rubbed his hand through his hair, still flattened down from his riding gear, for all he and Arekoth had been at the fisherman's little house for a couple hours now.
"I did not speak to I'kris, not after Brieli questioned me." Haeron looked up from his idle work, frowning. "We cannot control what others will think of us," was not the comment H'kon had been expecting. "I would have. Spoken to him." « I would've done more than speak, » wasn't without an atmospheric crackle. "Except I had promised the weyrwoman I would keep my distance." His father nodded. The mug turned the other way, said, with cold reality, "And now they are dead." « So I may as well have squished him. » "By their own Weyr," had that hint of deferral again. "In their own Weyr." « When their blood should have stained ours - » That is enough out of you. « - when their actions sure did. » H'kon's face must have turned savage. His father had stopped turning the mug, and was watching him. He felt disoriented, underwater, uncertain which way was air, was ground. "He might at least have died for a purpose," was the wrong thing to say. "Halikon." That was disapproval, the older man checking an errant boy. H'kon swallowed hard. "There is an order to things," was tired, a repeated lesson his father could not have thought he would need to address. "I wish only he had taken responsibility for his error." H'kon was afraid there was too much soured in his tone. He was uncertain of how much sincerity really was behind it. He wondered how much of this was Arekoth. He feared how much of this might simply be the elements of his mother, his brother. This was not him, not right. H'kon chafed under the look his father had turned on him.
Haeron had softened somewhat throughout the meal. He'd promised H'kon a bed for the night, should he have wanted (and H'kon sensed his mother in the offer). But this was a time where actions must speak of loyalty more than anything. His father was somehow approving of his decision to go. H'kon hugged his sister tightly and thanked her for the meal. He kissed his mother dutifully, and thanked her as well. He shook Haeron's hand.
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Comments
Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Sun, 02 Dec 2012 00:22:03 GMT.
< ._. Why is H'kon's family life so FASCINATING?
Seriously. I love this vig. And I love Arekoth. -3-
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