Logs:Into The Hands Of Fate
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| RL Date: 5 January, 2016 |
| Who: Quinlys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Quinlys makes (or doesn't make) a decision. |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 9, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'ris/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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| They were in the air above High Reaches before Quinlys felt a twine of concern, started really thinking about what she was doing. Was she trying to accidentally get rid of the life growing inside of her? Whoops-I-didn't-think-this-would-happen? Was that what she wanted? « Is it? » Olveraeth prompted her. They'd just left the ground; they weren't ready to go between, yet. There was still time to back out. Quinlys found herself pressing one hand to her middle, feeling it. She'd never had a flat stomach; if there was any difference, there, now (and surely there couldn't be, it was far too early), she couldn't feel it. She could imagine, though. Do I want you? Maybe she did. Maybe... She found herself swallowing. She found herself promising. "If you're okay after this," she told it. "I'll keep you. Try to keep you, at least, because I can't promise. If you're still okay, I'll know that I'm supposed to do this." « We don't have to go, » Olveraeth pointed out. « I can tell Solith... » "No." Quinlys straightened. "Go. Let's put it in the hands of fate. There and back, and after that... we'll know for sure." They jumped. She would have to tell C'ris. She couldn't bring herself to do it. She could still miscarry. From those trips between, or just because. It happened. It happened all the time. And part of her... part of her wanted to still be able to change her mind. "If I do," she told the baby inside of her. "It won't be because of you. It'll be because of me." And that had to be enough. |
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