Logs:Desert to Tundra
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| RL Date: 29 June, 2015 |
| Who: Isabeau, I'bin, Ahnea |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Igen Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| When: Day 6, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irick/Mentions, Anica/Mentions, F'rain/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Let me know if corrections are needed! |
| "No." Isabeau pulled the blanket over her head and forced her breathing to slow, eyes squeezed shut. It was easier to pretend she was asleep, to pretend she didn't hear them in the next room. "I don't think you understand Ahnea; there isn't any choice. I'm to report to Fort's weyrleader within three days. Riders go where they are sent; F'rain made it clear he's sending me to Fort." The exasperated sigh, the rustle of the curtain, even with her eyes closed Isa could picture her mother anxiously rearranging the weyr's furnishings and dusting out of nervous habit. "You fail to understand me, I'bin. I. am. not. moving. Not now, not three months from now, not ever. Igen is where I belong. I won't leave my home for you, or anyone. Besides... we both know this hasn't been working for a long time." Isabeau didn't have to be in the room to imagine the look on her father's face. That deep hurt, anytime her mother threw salt in old wounds. Try as they might there was no changing their roles. Her mother worked in the caverns, and He had his duty to his dragon. They had made it work for seventeen turns for her sake, but Isa had grown old enough to understand that neither was completely happy. "You intend to deprive me of my family?" I'bin all but growled. "That isn't fair Ahnea, it might not be perfect, but I care about you and Isa; I want you two to come with me. Have you even thought of what this would do to the children?" Again Isabeau knew without looking the expression her mother was wearing, those weathered hands posted on either hip, grey-green eyes focused sharply on her weyrmate. "I won't stop her, should she choose to move to Fort Weyr with you I'bin. I won't lie, I would prefer she stayed and studied under the head woman, build her life in the place where she grew up. I also know, however, that she's old enough to make a choice for herself. If Isabeau wants to go to Fort, I will allow it, no matter how much I will miss her. You know as well as I do however that Anica and Irick are too young. With your duties, it would be impossible to manage." There is a long pause, and Isabeau imagine her mother resting her hand over her father's, "I'bin, you should have just made your peace with him." There was no answer from her father. Isabeau felt something hot and stinging on her cheeks. She stopped listening then, knowing that her parents already thought her asleep otherwise they wouldn't be discussing the issue at all. They did their best to protect her from those things. It isn't your fault Isabeau. You don't have to worry Isabeau. We love you, Isabeau. You get to choose Isabeau. They thought it was kind, she knew. Letting the decision fall on her, letting her chose what would make her the happiest. She pulled the blanket down again, looking at her little brother and sister's beds, both sleeping peacefully, unaware of the argument in the other room. She felt guilty, what would they think if she left? What would her father think if she chose to stay, abandoning him alone in a strange place? I'm an Adult Isa, I will be ok, and we will get to see each other on rest days. She could already hear his words, and the way he tried to hide his disappointment because he didn't wish to guilt her into going. But she'd already chosen to go, she realized, watching her brother's chest rise and fall in the glowlight. The twitch of her sister's fire lizard as the blue dozed coiled at the foot of her bed. Besides Fort had a clutch on the sands, who was to say her lifemate wasn't already there waiting for her? |
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