Logs:What the Hell Happened There
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| RL Date: 18 June, 2009 |
| Who: A'son |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: A'son reflects on his conversation with Z'yi and tries to figure out what the hell happened. He doesn't come to any firm conclusions. |
| When: Day 15, Month 13, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| A'son turned his back on Z'yi as he headed towards the wide doors of the barracks. He was shoving his gloves back on his hands as he pushed into the outside, it was cold. And naturally, it had to be windy too. His jacket was hastily zipped and he jerked the collar up to give his neck just that extra bit of protection. Leaving that table he couldn't produce a clear picture of why he was so aggravated, why that conversation had frustrated him just so much. He was only vaguely aware of why he'd become more angry with him than he would have with one of the others. Z'yi was too... He was too close to home for him. Something about him was startlingly similar to how N'thei and himself had been as weyrlings, how they'd been after they graduated. He had felt desperateness within himself when they were talking. Things he wanted to get out but just couldn't communicate properly. Talking had never been one of his strong suits, it was becoming more clear to him that maybe he needed a translator. Or at the least, someone make him sound nicer . And there was something the bluerider had said and done; that triggered a reaction. He'd wanted nothing more than to just stop it. Stop him, convince him. Help him, put him on a path that led him someplace more productive than he'd ended up on. That N'thei was on. A better life. Less wasted turns. His thinking nearly derailed him totally away from Nikoth's waiting form. With a sigh, he tried to push it all out of his head while he climbed up the bronze and went home. |
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