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| RL Date: 1 January, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: The last months have not been easy, and Edyis finds herself faced with choices she doesn't like the consequences of. |
| Where: Everywhere |
| When: Day 25, Month 8, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Bristia/Mentions, Gretvyn/Mentions, Cron/Mentions, Tevrane/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Very train of thought, Bristia used with Player's permission. Feel free to edit/add/correct anything I may have missed. |
| Softly Edyis's fingertips passed over the woman's eyes, closing them her lips pressed against Gretvyn's forehead. Wet drops spattered the linen as she gently tugged the fabric over the face of a woman who had been her mother for the last thirteen turns. She stood there in silence, the crackle of the fire and the smell of medicines intermingled unpleasantly, suddenly overpowering in this new context. The air in the hallway was cooler and allowed her to breathe deeper, to let the impossibility of it sink in. Leaning against the barren wall Edyis mentally calculated the next steps, forcing herself down the hall to the study. She noted with renewed anger that more of the tapestries that should have been lining the hallway had been removed, adding to the strange hollow sensation in her chest. She halted at her brother's door, before entering the room with a purposeful draw of breath. "Gretvyn is gone." The words are far calmer than they otherwise might have been. Edyis tucked her hands into the pockets of her apron, studying her brother in his seat by the fire. His eyes never lifted from the map and pile of invoices, registering his sister's announcement with an almost imperceptible nod of his head, it was several minutes before he finally noticed she wasn't leaving. "Tell whoever is working in the barn to prepare a funeral pyre. They should have it ready by sunset. I will see to it that it is lit before I depart."
Cron's finger began to tap slowly on the armrest of his chair, an exasperated sigh escaping him. "They visited her already and said their goodbyes before her decline. The body should be burned before it can invite further sickness into the hold, and her children are better off where they are rather than lingering about here. I've enough to deal with at the moment with the livestock that went missing a few days ago. You can inform them tomorrow when you depart for the Weyr." Her jaw twitched, but she didn't move from her place by the door. After a ten count, she asked, "I had planned on staying until the last of her affairs were settled. Don't you think that might be a little cruel?" That had Cron's eyes lifting to search the expression of the young woman standing in front of him; brow furrowed. "It's merely practical; I can't afford to waste time on things like sentiment. I have to ride out tonight with the others to search the valley for the animals who went missing and won't be back for days. They are better served where they are, and the Weyr is what you chose in the end is it not? You can settle the last of it from there. Now unless you have anything further to discuss, I have work to do." Edyis watched the embers rise into the darkening sky; her features further sharpened by the dance of shadows. The scene invoked memories of the past and kindled her anger into something closer to rage. Cron had left shortly after lighting the pyre, offering some empty sentiment before setting off in search of allegedly stolen livestock. She suspected it was another cover for other things that had been vanishing from the hold, and even if it was true - she no longer cared. If he wanted to pick and choose which blood ties he considered family, she could easily do the same. It was that thought that directed her steps into his study after the ceremony had ended, making quick use of the skills Savannah had taught her. The lock took only a minute, and it didn't take long to find the things she would need to implicate him. The ledgers which contained his debts, carefully hidden in one of the desk compartments, as well as making a quick copy of the tithing records. All of it departed with her when she left the next morning. It was easier telling Greta and Gerta; they had each other to lean on same as always. They had been a little upset about the funeral being rushed ahead, but were far more forgiving about it than Edyis felt. It was late afternoon before she could bring herself to make the trip to the seaside hold to visit her uncle and little brother, leaving them her stepmother's letter as she departed. Giorgee took the news much harder. Finding little comfort in the strength of his uncle's hand at his shoulder. He did his best not to cry; the way boys his age usually did. Still he had Balien, and the stoic seacrafter loved his nephew as much as his own sons. Watching the two of them, Edyis felt a small measure of peace knowing that Giorgee was with people who understood what family was supposed to be. She encountered Telavi on her way back from dropping off her things in the living caverns, the greenrider had a knack for lifting people's moods. R'hin was - preoccupied, so she instead visited with Nita, enlisting the greenrider's aid in procuring liquor, falling asleep in the greenhouse. R'hin was as frustrating as ever when she finally caught up with him, she even found herself muttering angrily as Bristia carried her back down into the bowl the next morning. "Why do I have to chase all the young girls from his weyr?" The greenrider muttered absently. "In my case, it's is because you wouldn't let me sleep on your couch if I asked most likely," Edyis answered eyes squeezed shut against the light. Light that made her hangover into something like a dragon roar right in her ear. It was only after she picked up on the plural that she added, "He's a bronzerider, and he's R'hin." As though this was all the explanation required for such injustice. "Though I imagine if you just stranded them there for him to deal with he might stop. Or bring back twice as many for spite." -- It seemed like life fell back into the usual routine in the days that followed, and though the report was written, she knew she hadn't truly made up her mind about going to Tevrane. She listened to news of Nabol from the riders in the lounge, but it didn't hold as much interest for her as it used to. No, it wasn't that it didn't hold any interest for her as much as it was a reminder that she had to actually make a choice. On nights when Savannah populated the lounge, or afternoons during Leova's dragonhealing lessons, or her training sessions with Alida, she would remind herself of what she would give up. What she could loose if Tevrane decided to put her in charge of Esvay. The reminder, that it was an extremely unlikely outcome was one of the few thoughts that comforted her. On days where she would check tithing records or hear news of Nabol, or eating in the kitchens, she would be reminded of the things that had made Esvay her home. Of the people she was raised with, and the people who might end up hurt if she continued on the path of revenge. She didn't want the hold, didn't want to go back, and yet she couldn't completely let go of the fact that it needed to be done either. In the end, she mostly avoided deciding at all, but how long could that really last? |
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