Logs:Fun With Pronouns: Turn 20
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| RL Date: 18 August, 2009 |
| Who: Leova |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: People in Leova's life, or at least people she thinks of. |
| When: Turn 20 of the Interval. |
| OOC Notes: No mentions. That would give it all away. But ask, and I'll answer! |
| Vrianth knows who stays on which ledge. Vrianth pays attention. Most of the time. Leova would rather not know. Most of the time.
Sometimes, she wishes he were still leading Avalanche. He's her age, and it's like he's retired. But he's happier, and she's happy about that. Like everyone says, it's Interval.
She dreams of raiders, sometimes. He knows.
It's Interval. What they do is keep the dragons alive and the knowhow alive but they don't do the way they did.
Vrianth bides her time. She watches them. She tells her what she sees through the day, not in words but in sensation, not every detail but what's important. Sometimes she perches on the Star Stones or the Spindles but when it's their ledge, even when she's grading assignments ("The wing has three people out sick. How does that change sweeps over Nabol?"), she can feel the wind through the leaves of their trees and the ripening smell of their fruit and the circles' turn, turn, turn.
She hasn't told her that she wants him back. How could she? They wouldn't even know where to begin.
The letter said, "Laugh, cry, dance, sing, love, hate, and live like I never knew how to." She's still not sure about that.
She doesn't know who has the missing letter. Someone has to. These things don't get dropped between.
She goes to the Woodcraft when she doesn't have to, but she doesn't stay long.
She wants to dress her in flowers, with all the bracelets she could ever want.
On his birthday, before the enameled shaker and after the lengths of sisal, the ones she borrowed from the weaver to try against her skin in the candlelight, she told him she loved him: written on his skin, the first o drawn around his navel, the y slid into his hipbone. By then, he was too distracted to hear.
What passes for their anniversary is... awkward. It's also the anniversary of his sister's suicide.
Sometimes she wants to go hunting raiders again. Wants to get them. At least he shouldn't be hurting his son, for now.
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