Logs:Meditation
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| RL Date: 21 December, 2013 |
| Who: Ghena, Knioth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Ghena is a girl, Knioth reflects about why he chose her. |
| Where: Hot Springs, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 8, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: A'rist/Mentions, G'laer/Mentions |
| It seemed like an eternity before Ghena finally stopped sobbing, so long that Knioth had called to one of the weyrling instructor blues and apprised them of the situation, requesting an instructor to fly back with them separately from the rest of the group once his rider was fit to fly again. He let her cry, and kept wings and claws around her, hiding her from the eyes of those whispering weyrlings who might wish to make a spectacle of it. If he had ever known the stories from earth's history of dragons kidnapping damsels Knioth would be quick to correct them. They weren't kidnaping as much as protecting them, keeping them safe from the real monsters. It was one of the things he loved about Ghena, she was strong and brave enough to be his squire, but he also knew that she needed him to protect her in those moments where courage and fortitude failed and the chinks in her armor were exposed to the barbs of life. It didn't help that she lashed out when hurt, that she wanted to damage as much as she had been damaged and had a habit of using words as weapons. "I didn't mean to fall apart like that." She spoke finally long after the sobs and tears had ceased. "It won't happen again. He isn't the same person I remember, and it's expecting too much for that person to come back." « Sometimes what hurts the most is when we realize that the beings we idolized are just normal like the rest of us. » The blue rumbles softly, nuzzling her. « He did try though. Give him some credit for that won't you? » "Does it even matter what I give him credit for? He's never going to be Grr again. " « Then don't expect him to be, the person in your head, the one you remember him to be never existed the way you think he did. Besides my squire, you have me. You don't need him to play the role you feel he should - he's probably entirely incapable of it. Do I not protect you when you need protection, comfort you when you need comforting, and guide you when you need guidance? Do I not make up for the peasant's deficiencies? » "Yes." « Then let G'laer merely be G'laer and don't expect more from him than he's ready to give. » Gentle, but chiding. « You can not make a wher into a dragon no matter how much you wish it. » "I think I lost him completely anyway. I don't know what he wants me to be Knioth. I'm not him, I haven't had years to become cold and bitter." « Even if you did loose the peasant, at least go and apologize to the poor Teisyth, she did try to make things better, even if she made a royal mess out of it. » Ghena is silent for a long time, and the entire flight home few words pass between dragon and rider, but then few are needed. When they do make it back she finds the barracks completely empty. A special bottle of oil, is pulled from her supplies and placed on Teisyth's couch. Knioth does contemplate telling his lifemate that the green threatened to chew her head, but reconsiders when he notices his oil supply is far more than sufficient. As for the rest? A small bag of marks is tucked under the pillow of G'laer's cot. A piece of paper in side containing the words for the twins, in what she hoped was a script that would not be recognized as hers. It wasn't much - her pay wasn't any higher than his, but maybe it would help - or something. She'd completely deny any involvement with it of course. Who knew if the marks would actually make it to the kids either. Still she fell asleep feeling better after all of it, and was fast asleep long before the others returned from meals. |
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G'laer (K'zin (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 21 Dec 2013 20:53:43 GMT.
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The morning after the marks appear on G'laer's cot, the same bag with the same amount is tucked under Ghena's pillow with a note. Even if he hadn't recognized the handwriting (which, maybe he didn't!), there's too much context for it to have come from anyone else, as far as he's concerned). The note reads: "Keep your marks. You might have twins someday and need them. Aseana and I worked it out. I'm to make arrangements to foster them here. The Weyr has always looked out for their own."
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