Logs:Companionable, Easy
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| RL Date: 13 August, 2011 |
| Who: Madilla |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: After her evening with Devaki. |
| Where: Madilla's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 6, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Devaki/Mentions, Raum/Mentions, Seani/Mentions, Varens/Mentions |
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| It wasn't the first time Madilla had used her narrow little bed for such a purpose, and not the first time with Lily sleeping - so innocently oblivious - in the cot nearby. It was the first time in some months, though... although not the first time since Varens' departure from her life, a turn before. She was drunker than she'd realised, still not really used to more than the occasional glass of wine, and that was liberating: it was hard to worry about anything with her cheeks flushed with something other than embarrassment, her mind alive in a way she usually suppressed. Sober, she probably would never have done it, but the wine made it seem perfectly normal. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves? It was companionable, easy. With B'tal it had been awkward and purposeful, and with Varens, focused on the future, on a life that might or might not be built. With Aldaris, it had been flight-related, and later, just briefly convenient. This time... it was what it was. Two adults. Wine. No expectations. It was nice, and that word always got used to convey something half-hearted, but that wasn't the case with this: it was very nice, then. It was good. She said as much, smiling, keeping her voice carefully low against the stillness of the late night air, the faint, even sound of Lily's breathing. It was a little less good over the days and weeks that followed. She wasn't hungover, come morning, not really, but she was tired: she was slow to get moving, and slow, then, to hear the news. There were rumours spreading already, then, but it wasn't until that evening and the morning that followed that it all started getting connected: Devaki, Raum, their disappearance, Seani's death. She didn't believe, not even for a moment, that he'd killed her - he couldn't have, not if, as everyone was saying, it had been done during the hatching. After all, Seani had disappeared just before it, and she and Devaki had been together, then, in the galleries, right out in public. Nor could she believe he'd get involved in something like that, not willingly. But even she had to admit that the timing was suspicious: she kept her silence. She worried, though, in a quiet way, keeping her thoughts to the back of her mind as much as she could. He was clearly involved in something, this islander. She trusted him; she'd trusted him almost from the beginning. But that didn't stop a kernel of fear from lingering there: where had he gone? What was he up to? What happened to Seani? It felt awful. |
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