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|log=It was a lopsided thing, painted with some kind of plant dye that had now faded with age. Lilabet could remember quite clearly the day she'd brought it home to her mother, presenting it proudly: a gift. She'd been... five? Six? Dilan had been just little, and their mother had instantly suggested it get stored on that high shelf - well out of reach of chubby little hands. She'd been proud of it, that little clay jar.

She wasn't sure, exactly, when her mother had started storing her keys in it. It made sense, though; even Lilabet couldn't reach the shelf, and those keys were too important to fall into the hands of small children. Not, Lilabet reasoned, that she or Dilan would be inclined to ''use'' the keys, but... they needed to stay safe.

The clay jar was on her mind as she left the Infirmary, resolute in her ambitions. "I'm coming back," she told the apprentice on guard duty. "She's my aunt. I promised I'd bring her some of my work." It was... true, in a roundabout kind of a way, though she felt guilty for the lie. She'd always liked her mother's apprentices.

'Home' wasn't home anymore. It was strange - awkward, really - to be walking through these corridors, and to no longer ''quite'' belong. No doubt it was made worse by the fact that she was here illegally. She'd never skipped classes before.

It had been important. It ''was'' important.

She knew where Madilla and H'kon's weyr was; she'd visited a number of times, even if it wasn't ''her'' home, and never would be. Arekoth wasn't on the ledge as she approached; that was good. She wasn't sure what she would do, if he were. She wouldn't-- ''couldn't'' let herself be distracted from her mission.

Some things in the weyr were familiar and comfortable; some were not. Her mother, she knew, was out on circuit. Raija would be... oh yes, with her grandmother, who was staying while Madilla was gone, and Dilan with the harpers, at lessons. H'kon probably had drills or sweeps; she was safe to be here. No one would catch her. This would be the ''easy'' part.

Only... it wasn't.

The jar was there - it was exactly where she'd expected it to be, on display, but out of reach for nosy children. It was within Lilabet's reach, now; no longer a nosy child, she supposed, though that was a side issue. The important thing was that... was that the keys weren't there.

"I'll use it always," Madilla had promised, once upon a time, all those turns ago. Had she changed her mind? Had Raija-- no.

No, the keys ''had'' to be here.

But they weren't. They just ''weren't''.

Lilabet felt her legs give way; she felt herself sinking to the floor. She'd ''promised'' to help. Aunt Teris was ''relying on her'' and she'd failed, already. She'd failed.

For the first time in months and months, she felt completely adrift. The home she'd grown up in was gone; her favourite aunt was all but gone; she'd failed; and it felt, right then, as though everything was ruined and nothing would ever be right again.
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 Lilabet felt her legs give way; she felt herself sinking to the floor. She'd ''promised'' to help. Aunt Teris was ''relying on her'' and she'd failed, already. She'd failed.
 For the first time in months and months, she felt completely adrift. The home she'd grown up in was gone; her favourite aunt was all but gone; she'd failed; and it felt, right then, as though everything was ruined and nothing would ever be right again.
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