Logs:A Kind of Love
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| RL Date: 29 May, 2015 |
| Who: Nimarie, C'stian, Elaruth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Nimarie and C'stian discuss eggs and dragons, and some complicated family stuff. |
| Where: Galleries, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 12, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lilah/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions, Calia/Mentions, Gethin/Mentions, Tabitha/Mentions |
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| With a clutch on the sands and another -- presumably -- on the way, it's perhaps unsurprising that eggs weigh heavily on C'stian's mind. The Hematite wingsecond stands in the Galleries, leaning against the railing at the lowest row and staring out at the eggs on the sand below. His gaze is distant, his thoughts unclear to any observer, but at least he doesn't seem troubled enough to warrant gossip. Merely... distracted. Perhaps it's not surprising that when Nimarie enters the galleries, she walks in like she owns the place, her ease with the queen on the Sands something that lends her a confidence that is nevertheless mixed with a healthy dose of respect, and when she wanders along her chosen row of seating, she meets gazes as she goes, like she'd check that the 'rules' are being kept to in her mother's absence. When she spots C'stian, she makes a beeline for him, long strides carrying her down to that first row and closer to the Sands, where she fetches up beside him without remark. Silence reigns, until she declares, "She's a good mum. To me too. And the others." Stirring himself from his own thoughts, C'stian glances over at Nimarie and nods in welcome. "What, Elaruth?" he asks, his gaze returning to the gold on the sands. "I'm glad to hear that. Though I'm sure some of her children must give her quite a headache sometimes, Liesanth included. So maybe you're a pleasant change for her." Turning away from the sands, he leans back against the railing to focus his attention on the girl instead of the eggs. "Did you get the notebook I brought by? I know it was a bit late, but I had promised I'd find one for you." "...I don't know," Nimarie considers, tilting her head a little. "She's never got mad at me or Nehmet, or Tabs, so maybe she doesn't get mad at her babies either. She's different from Mum." She lifts her attention from Elaruth and up to C'stian, and a smile breaks across her features at the reminder. The girl goes to hug him without warning and without thinking that he can do anything but accept it, her embrace tight before she pulls away. "I did," she assures. "I love it. Thank you. I should try drawing the eggs in it..." Hesitation, then: "Or Eliyaveith's eggs. There are going to be eggs? She's having Liesanth's babies?" Oomph! C'stian takes the hug, managing to look only a little surprised at the abruptness. The whole 'older sibling' thing is still somewhat new to him, but he's starting to get used to things like this. "She is," he tells Nimarie with a smile. "There's going to be more eggs soon; Liesanth is very pleased with himself." A little more somberly, he adds, "Still, some people are a little concerned; it's Eliyaveith's first clutch, after all. And any time someone does something for the first time, people can get worried about it." "Oh..." Nimarie considers the clutch on the Sands anew, Elaruth's contentment plain in the blue of her gaze and the ease at which she presents the clutch against the backdrop of her pale hide. "Does he love her?" she questions, unabashed about her enquiry. "They shouldn't worry. Eliyaveith seems nice, even if she does look more like a bronze sometimes. And Liesanth's yours. Whatever happens, they'll be good eggs." This, she sounds certain of. "And if people have bad thoughts, they should keep them to themselves." "Eliyaveith is very nice. She cares for everyone, and I think she'll be a good mother," C'stian agrees. He pauses, rubbing at the back of his neck, and then adds, "When Liesanth was young -- when his back was all torn up, and he hurt and was afraid -- Eliyaveith was the one who would come to try and comfort him. I don't know if it's the sort of love you mean -- dragons can move to another mate easily, after all -- but he cares about her very much. It's a kind of love." Nimarie listens with all due seriousness and concentration, though she keeps her gaze trained on Elaruth and the clutch rather than stare up at her brother the whole time. "I wonder if Elaruth and Bijedth love each other?" she thinks aloud. "I've always thought they do. There's never been another bronze in the weyr." She tips her head back again to look up at C'stian now. "Can I come and see Eliyaveith and Liesanth's eggs when they're here? Nehmet too? We won't make noise. Or upset Eliyaveith. I mean, we'd try not to." "As long as Eliyaveith doesn't mind, I don't see why not." The bronzerider pauses, as if hearing something, and then continues in an amused tone, "Liesanth says he would like it, as well; he'd be very pleased for you to see the eggs he helped make. He says they will be 'the brightest and most beautiful eggs'." C'stian pauses, and then adds, "Though I'm apparently supposed to say it more dramatically than that." "Do you think he'd ask her for us? At the time, I mean." She's more hesitant now, until she admits, "I don't know if Lilah would like me asking. Gethin's always said she's okay, but..." Nimarie shrugs and rocks back on her heels, affecting a more casual air than her words suggest. "...I guess anyone can be in here, but Mum's always said we shouldn't just run in here whenever we want, in-case we upset anyone." That draws a darker flush to her cheeks, for what is it that she's doing now? "And she's... sad a lot right now. I don't want to upset her." "Who's sad a lot?" C'stian asks, as he tries to follow that chain of thought. "Lilah? Or the weyrwoman?" Watching Nimarie's slightly uncertain body language, he adds, "I'm sure Liesanth will ask for you. He's very eager to show off eggs to anyone, and he likes you all." Of course, Liesanth likes almost everyone despite his competitive nature, and being related to C'stian is just more reason for that. Nimarie blinks a time or two to head back along that line of thought herself, seeming to second guess herself or realise what's said now that it needs repeating, a reluctance there that wasn't present when she was thinking aloud. "Mum," she clarifies in a murmur, after a moment or so to weigh up whether to answer or not. "But I shouldn't-- I mean, she's not your mother. You have your own mother, don't you? Like Gethin and the others have their own fathers." She makes an odd wave of a gesture between herself and C'stian. "But you're still my brother. So you're mine. I don't care that you have another mum. It's... complicated. And it's not." C'stian doesn't pry further into Nimarie's statement about Hattie's sadness, though the information is clearly noted. "Lots of things are complicated. But you're right; being your brother doesn't have to be one of them," he agrees, though his posture has turned a little stiff and uncomfortable at mention of his mother; perhaps he still blames her for keeping certain things from him, or for the manner in which those things came to light. Still, he continues, "I do have my own mother, yes. Her name is Calia and she lives at Healer Hall. She teaches herbology to the apprentices there." "Calia..." Nimarie tries out the sound of it, lingering on the vowels as she echoes the name. "It's pretty," she decides. "And it does sound a bit like yours. Yours sounds more like hers than Dad's, anyhow." She looks down at her feet and rocks on her heels again, fingers knotting together before her. "I'm glad you're here and not there. I'm sure Liesanth's glad most of all, but... you know." There's slightly more warning this time when she reaches to hug him, more sedate about it this second go. That she's more easy with her affection than her mother is clear enough, yet there's something of a farewell now, as she gathers herself to depart. "I'm glad I'm here, too," C'stian assures Nimarie, returning the hug this time. "Because of Liesanth, obviously, but also because of others in my wing, and others in the Weyr. And because I wouldn't have gotten to know any of you otherwise, either." Releasing her, he adds with a smile, "And speaking of Liesanth, I should go drag him away from Eliyaveith long enough to get dinner. Fair skies, Nimarie." "Say hi to him for me," Nimarie asks, a last smile offered to him in the seconds before she catches her mother's gaze across the galleries and starts off to meet the newly-arrived Weyrwoman - and maybe explain why she's not at chores or lessons or anywhere else she probably should be. |
Comments
Kaleidoscope (13:17, 31 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
Awwww-haww. <3 This was too cute and so deep. I really appreciated the things Nimarie brought out with C'stian about dragons, love, the forthcoming eggs, complicated and not. I loved C'stian's thoughtfulness of responses and honesty; it doesn't seem like he dumbed anything down but also made it accessible which was really neat to see.
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