Logs:What Never Was
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| RL Date: 22 February, 2013 |
| Who: Suireh, Anvori |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Suireh is promoted, her uncle visits. |
| Where: Harper Hall |
| When: Day 10, Month 1, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Leova/Mentions, Riahla/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Satiet/Mentions, Veylin/Mentions |
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| She was unbothered by the lack of rowdy chanting, there was polite applause, and her friends had cheered, but she had escaped the spectacle that usually accompanied promotions. If anything, there was a self-satisfied smugness somewhere deep within her, kept down by the cool veneer she had been trying to perfect; she was promoted and before the norm. She shifted the flower vase on her desk in her room. Her very own room, the first time she'd had space all to herself. This wasn't shared with an uncle, a father, relatives, or even a sister. This was her own and looking around the empty walls and the sparse furnishings, in spite of the smallness of it all, she was thrilled. Or so she convinced herself. She even managed to convince herself well enough throughout her first week at the journeyman's tables, learning the names of new colleagues and new masters to work with. She sat in classes with other, more senior journeymen, and learned teaching skills and became an assistant in a few of the most junior composition classes. She found wells of patience she hadn't realized she had and briefly, her thoughts strayed to her uncle's special friend. But a full week went by and the letter of good news she sent home finally had its response when she returned to her room. He sat in her chair in her room, by that vase of flowers that were now dying and he looked at her. There was congratulations superficially etched into his features, but in his warm hazel eyes, she saw sympathy and that core strength she had so carefully built up so falsely broke. The door was just slammed shut before she found herself flying into her uncle's arms to sob, those thin arms somehow strong enough to take the wind out of his breath as he consoled her; as he stroked her back and that glossy hair. She knew he understood in a way no one else could. Not father. Not sister. Not that greenrider. Not even mother, long passed. The knot she should be so proud of, hung heavy on her shoulder. In spite of any future success, it would always carry a small reminder of a life she would never have. Of the person she would never be. |
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Comments on "Logs:What Never Was"K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Feb 2013 06:14:41 GMT.
Oh, Suireh.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Feb 2013 22:41:58 GMT.
Oh, poor Suireh. :(
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