Logs:Eliyaveith's Daughter
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| RL Date: 10 August, 2015 |
| Who: Taeliyth, Dee |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Taeliyth and Dee react to Lilah and Eliyaveith's vanishing and goneness. |
| Where: Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 7, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lilah/Mentions, Szarit/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Weyrlings, feel free to assume you were/weren't there for this as you prefer! |
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| It was just another day. Eliyaveith was just going somewhere else. It didn't occur to Taeliyth to worry. Not until she didn't come back. « Please, Dee, » was a quiet request. There wasn't much that Dee intentionally let Taeliyth be privy to since she'd told her naming Szarit had been the only way, but now she felt the surge of suppressed rage, pain and reproach anew. Why? It should have been a simple question, but that word is never simple, not between them. Dee's explanations for why hadn't satisfied her when she asked after she shelled. She didn't remember, but she remembered. Some things are burned so deeply into the Wood of herself that she can never truly forget. Her disappointment, her rage, her-- turnabout isn't fair play, she thought. Turnabout... it sucks. So Taeliyth went. After duties, while Dee was attending a meeting that Lilah wasn't at. While Dee was getting sidelong glances and feeling the tension that she had no knife to cut, Taeliyth slipped into Eliyaveith's weyr. The scent of her mother was all around. Clean as the place always is, it still smelled distinctly of the dark bronze hide, oiled and lived in. Not for the first time, Taeliyth cast her mind into the nebulous nothing, searching. Searching and finding nothing. She would know, wouldn't she? Wouldn't she know if something were wrong? But wasn't silence and the gut-gnawing absence something to know? How long could she let herself ignore it. She couldn't fly far enough yet to seek her out. She could ask the dragons who flew further afield if they had seen her. She could-- and yet she knew she shouldn't. Her own misery was her own, had to be kept in, had to be shared with no one--- The intake of breath was what drew her eye. Dee, standing in the entry, Dee, trying not to cry, Dee feeling, feeling with her. Taeliyth didn't know when she had climbed into Eliyaveith's wallow, didn't know when she had let slip to her lifemate the inner agony she felt, the dread of knowledge she couldn't yet accept. Dee should've left her. With how angry, how sad, how unsatisfied Dee had been in the weeks since Szarit had been sent away, Dee should have left her. She didn't. She sprinted across the floor, flung herself into the wallow against her lifemate, her queen. She wept and wept until there were no more tears and still she sobbed. She was crying for herself, for Taeliyth, for Lilah, for Eliyaveith. She was red-eyed by the time the first of them joined her, joined them. Smaller, still, than Taeliyth, some of her brothers and sisters sought her out here, joined her where they could drink in what remained of their dam. Their riders came too and stood silent vigil for a time as Taeliyth welcomed them to her side, to her, against her, with her. Together they shared their heart sickness, their worry, their fear. Dee's arms were around the other weyrlings in turn, quiet words shared, encouragements, understanding. They would get through this, all of them. There was still hope, wasn't there? Taeliyth isn't an optimist, but Dee is, she observed with fresh eyes as she watched her lifemate. She had regretted her, once, but now Taeliyth regretted the regret. How had she missed, in all that time, in all those muddled feelings how strong her lifemate is? How good? How kind? She'd missed it. She wouldn't miss it now or in the days to come when they had to be strong, had to be better, had to find a way to work together for this. Her siblings and their riders were just the smallest sliver of what responsibility might fall to them. It was enough to show Taeliyth a path. She might have kept it from Dee but they had both, individually, come to understand that everything has a price and they'd both paid dearly for the price of secrecy, from one another, from their Weyr. They had paid it. They wouldn't dishonor the memory of Eliyaveith and her Lilah by paying it again. Taeliyth showed Dahlia the path. Dahlia's red-rimmed eyes fell to Taeliyth's face, met her regard and nodded once. In the end, that was all they needed to step onto the path. |
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X'vin (14:43, 10 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
I politely request you be weak a little longer, I'm not done with you.
Ead (18:32, 10 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
Aww, Dee! Loved this. And Ead was probably there. Not for the hugging, just for the lurking. Because Caidelyth cares.
Aleudre (18:57, 11 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
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