Logs:Work Kept Him
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| RL Date: 2 November, 2015 |
| Who: E'dre |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: E'dre thinks about Ben's pregnancy when there is no more work to distract him |
| Where: Weyrleader's Office, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ebeny/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, A'ryk/Mentions |
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| E'dre did his best to avoid negative thinking by working even harder, which with the current knot he held, was not hard to do. There was always something the Weyrleader should attend to. He'd caught up on all his hidework, leaving the office looking sparse and far too empty to the average person who may come in. He'd met with all the wingleaders who asked for his time, working with whatever issues may have come up since the recent graduating class entered the wing ranks. He'd even set aside time for any Holders, none too big or small, who had sent missives or indicated they requested a meeting with him. He'd been going all out for a long enough time that by midday when he had nothing scheduled, no fresh demands for his time, and no pressing concerns to throw himself at full heartedly that he was stuck in his office staring at his too neat desk. « You're going to regret not having work » Wroth's voice was a bluster of wind as the brown descended on E'dre. « Now you're going to sit there and think about it. You should be thinking about how to better our Weyr. Not about another baby. » The brown had always been disdainful when it came to his children. He was not the sort to feel anything but limited curiosity for the small humans that lived with his rider. As he had in the past with E'dre's craft of dressmaking, his need to rear children was met with dry disdain and a near dislike that never encouraged E'dre to partake in the activities revolving around them. Shove off, Wroth E'dre mentally heaved at the brown and slammed up his defenses against the blast he knew his brown would try and angle his way. He was already feeling the beginnings of a headache caused by stress and he did not want to feel the migraine his dragon could so easily bring on. The raucous laughter and thunderous booming that was Wroth's retreat warned E'dre of a future argument and punishment delved out by the brown. E'dre slammed his hand down on his desk and then used the same hand to scrub his thumb and forefinger against his eyes and down his face in aggravation. He still hadn't spoken to N'rov about it. And likely, that was probably best. He'd never approached C'sel. Even after all these turns, he avoided the other brownrider at all costs. What would he say to the man? Sorry? What a bunch of bullshit that conversation would be. No, he'd not approach N'rov just like he never approached C'sel. The only way he could continue to work seamlessly with his wingsecond was to ignore the growing reality between them. If the bronzerider felt the need to approach him he'd have to be prepared for that conversation. He wouldn't force it though. He'd avoid it. Just like he continued to avoid it at home with Ben. He couldn't get excited about her growing belly as he had with the twins. He feared that any mention of her pregnancy would set off a fight between them or bring her to tears. He worried, incessantly, that this baby would be as damaging as Elayne had been for her. She'd tried to give Elayne to him and A'yrk to raise and E'dre had watched how greatly that hurt her. He would take this baby and keep it, without issue, if it'd keep Ebeny from being as destroyed as she might be were N'rov to raise it on his own. Wroth interrupted E'dre's introspection with a loud boom of thunder, « Will you shut up already? If you've got the time let's go and visit the real little humans in your life. Then you can think about all of this another day. » Another day, E'dre agreed and pushed himself away from the desk. It took a few short notes in the right direction to free up a few hours of his time to go and visit his girls. That was always the better distraction than work was. He came home smiling and prepared to pretend everything was normal, more than he might've been able to do were he not full of stories of the girls to share with Ebeny. |
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