Logs:Togetherness~
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| RL Date: 11 July, 2016 |
| Who: Silva |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: In the wake of Aidavanth's flight, Silva finds herself in a strangers weyr (no surprise), but also with the key to moving forward. |
| When: Day 25, Month 3, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
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| Silva wakes slowly, slipping from sleep into wakefulness as if rising from deep water. Her dreams of grass and sunshine are left behind to be replaced with the sensations much more solid. A blanket tossed carelessly over her half naked body. Someone breathing nearby. The kiss of chill from an unheated room upon her face. Hair tangled behind her and tucked about a pillow. A lack of headache. That sensation pulls her into a pause of stillness, eyes closed against the light that is just beyond. Why doesn't she have a headache? « Because you did not drink. » Zaisyreth provides the answer to her question without prompting, the savanna in his mind giving hint to the source of her dreams. « Aidavanth rose for her maiden flight, and Akluseth has caught. » Ahh. The memory comes slowly. She had been searching for that jerk pirate, to tell him off about being afraid of Zaisyreth. But there'd been a rush of riders from behind her and she'd followed them curious about where they were all going. She'd stood in the doorway and watched the three foreigners block the doorway with their scuffing, and keep anyone else from entering the room. She'd watched with carefully held laughter as the men scuffled while the High Reaches chaser idiots had stood by looking for their chance to get in beyond the scuffle. She'd been so caught up in watching them she hadn't noticed the rising heat in her own body, reacting to the rise of the queen. And then it had ended. As if a string had been snapped the riders had fallen away from the doorway. One man, Silva breaks the memory to ask if he's the one laying next to her now, « Yes. », had locked eyes on her and like a moth drawn to a flame Silva had stepped into his arms. It was a mix of fire and ice from there, all swept into the inferno of the flight desire, and wiped from her memory . There had been pain but it lacked the guilt that came from her drunken revelries of the past sevens. But what had been different? Opening her eyes to the now Silva stares at the ceiling above. « Zaisyreth. Why don't you fly the greens? »He'd never even stirred himself from his ledge when one of the greens took to the sky. « You tell me when it's happening - but you don't chase. »Her eyes catch on a crack in the rock and she traces it without moving less she awaken the man beside her. The blue is slow to answer this time, the wind kicking over the dried up grasses contemplative. « Hum. It has never seemed right. » He opens up his mind to her, allowing her to drift among the grasses and look upwards at a crystalline sky. All of the different conditions that led to the perfect combination spread before her, Silva being one of those conditions. « Perhaps some day. » Zaisyreth is not alarmed at the impossibility of perfection never being achieved. He has faith that it will happen. Rolling out from under the blanket Silva is careful to not wake the man... Zh're - the name finally connects. Not her wing, but she knew the face. Collecting her pants Silva pulls them on, wincing as they hit what must be a large bruise across her back, and noting the smaller ones along her legs. A hint of guilt as she queries Zaisyreth, « Did I hurt you? »She's comforted when he comes back with a negative. She pulls her shirt into place over those pants, and rubs a hand along her arms to see what other damage had been inflicted on her body. New bruises on her arms, that was nothing new. Her face seems unscathed... no more worse then normal. A small smile breaks across her face as she rubs a finger across one of those bruises, the pain constant and expected. So. There was a way to do this. To find the escape without hurting Zaisyreth. She couldn't count on a flight every day. But maybe if she found the right combination of drink and partner.... « Don't worry. »She reaches out to Zaisyreth, calming any anxiety that might begin to rise in his thoughts. « I'll be careful. Trust me beautiful. » He believed her. This is what she'd done wrong last time. Her beautiful Zaisyreth... she couldn't forget him. He'd been with her when Zh're had hurt her, but she'd cast the pain in a light that made it good. If she could just do it again... » We'll be there together Zaisy. » |
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Kaleidoscope (21:20, 11 July 2016 (PDT)) said...
I enjoyed this! Interesting glimpse at their relationship. :)
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